C11 (2/2)

She could imagine with her toes that her life after marriage would be miserable and inhuman.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. As the date of the wedding drew closer and closer, Qiao Xinran actually felt a sense of righteousness that made him want to enter the battlefield.

In any case, he would die sooner or later, so he might as well die valiantly!

Moreover, in these past few days, the marriage of the Chief of Sheng Tang Group had long been the talk of the town, the news of which was filled with praise for Han Mo, and it had even downgraded the Qiao Family.

He only said that Qiao Yongxin had given birth to a good daughter, and from now on, the Qiao family was close to a big tree, taking advantage of the shade.

Needless to say, Qiao Xinran had already become the public enemy of all the women in G City. What kind of virtue or ability did she have to be chosen by the Young Master Mo? He had been blessed for several lifetimes!

However, who would have known that to Qiao Xinran, this luck was actually bad luck.

She would rather give up this' special honor 'to someone else than marry a man she didn't love without his conscience.

However, he had no choice but to do something that he didn't want to do.

Looking at the wedding dress that was hung there, it was like a talisman of death, causing Qiao Xinran's head to spin.

No matter if this marriage was a battlefield or a execution ground, she had to muster up her courage and charge forward. Thinking about it, it was truly lamentable …

The night was charming, and the lights were dazzling.

The Tang Bar was as noisy as ever. The deafening music mixed with the twisting of the crowd dazzled everyone's eyes.

Han Mo was currently sitting on the sofa with a face full of unwillingness, and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Guan Wei.

On the other hand, Guan Wei was in high spirits, and didn't mind his expression at all. Instead, he handed him a cup of wine and raised his voice, ”Young Master Mo, in order to give you a single night, I have specially arranged this event. Why don't you give me some face and drink a cup?”

Han Mo curled his lips, but did not say much as he accepted the cup of wine and downed it in one gulp.

Suddenly, the crowd started to clamor, and Guan Wei started to cheer even more, ”One more cup, one more cup …”

The lanterns were red and the wine was green, dazzling everyone's eyes.

It was hard to refuse someone's kindness, so Han Mo could only pour the liquids of different colors down his throat, one after another. In the end, his head felt a little dizzy.

Seeing that he was a little drunk, Guan Wei let him go. He hugged him left and right, hugging his beauty as he entered the dance floor.

As he looked at those twisting and turning figures in front of him, the corner of Han Mo's mouth unconsciously curled into a cold smile.

Single night? Hehe, he doesn't need it!

Because this marriage was only the beginning of a revenge. Even if they were married, so what if they married that woman? Wasn't he just like usual? Do what you want?

That woman was only part of his revenge. What right did she have to be his real wife?

Han Yang brought a cup of water and placed it on the table, and then casually said: ”Young master, tomorrow is the wedding day, let's drink less.”

”Wedding? ”Haha …” As if he had heard a funny joke, Han Mo laughed out loud. ”Didn't I already say that I won't go?”

”But …” ”How can a groom not attend his own wedding?”