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Who is the Young Master Mo? How many women had their heads cut off wanting to marry him? She did not believe that Qiao Xinran was not truly tempted?

With Qiao Xinran's unyielding personality, if she was unwilling, even if Aunt Hua were to force her with the knife, she might not agree.

He was clearly harboring ulterior motives, yet he was still pretending to be pure. How disgusting!

"Shan Shan, have you been to Han's Residence before? Haven't you seen a person who likes to draw? " Qiao Xinran suddenly thought of the mysterious man who had suddenly "disappeared" from the fake mountain, and asked.

However, Mo Shanshan seemed to not have heard her words, her entire person froze in place, and the expression on her face was actually somewhat terrifying.

"Shan Shan?" What's the matter with you? Is it because I'm feeling unwell? " Qiao Xinran shook her hand worriedly.

"Hmm? I... I'm fine, what were you saying just now? "

Seeing that she was alright, Qiao Xinran relaxed and repeated what she had just said again. She also felt that it was a bit strange, she was obviously a person she had never met before, but she actually took it so seriously.

After hearing what she said, Mo Shanshan curled her lips and said with a face full of displeasure, "What sort of ordinary place do you think Han's Residence is? Anyone can go? Furthermore, I have never heard of anything about the Young Master Mo's family. Who are you talking about? Could it be that you saw some strange person in the Han's Residence? "

Qiao Xinran immediately waved her hands, "No, I'm just asking. I'm actually just asking. When I was walking around the room, I found an unfinished painting, so I was curious to ask. "

She anxiously found an excuse to cover it up, afraid that Mo Shanshan would ask more questions.

After all, she had not seen that figure clearly. If she had made a joke about it, who knew how she would be mocked by Mo Shanshan.

"So it's like that …" From what I know, the Young Master Mo would not draw these things, if you insist on saying that it's someone from the Han Family, then it could only be the Young Master Mo's little brother right? "He's still in school right now. He might be interested in painting, but perhaps …"

"Really? Han Mo still has a brother? " Qiao Xinran pondered a little in her heart. Could that mysterious person from that day be his little brother?

That's right, if ordinary people had things to say, how would they be able to go in and out of the Han's Residence without permission? If it was a servant, it was unlikely. Which servant, for example, would not work and instead would sit at the foot of a fake mountain and draw a sketch?

Thinking of this, she understood.

Qiao Xinran had only asked in passing, but when she heard it in Mo Shanshan's ears, it changed.

She could actually enter and exit Han's Residence at will! And he was even walking around freely! It's so unfair.

After all, she, Mo Shanshan, had never gone to the Han's Residence before!

How could Qiao Xinran, who couldn't even compare to her own, have such good luck?

When he looked at Qiao Xinran again, a hint of jealousy had appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The two of them continued to wander the streets with their own thoughts for an entire day. Qiao Xinran calculated that it was about time, and returned home unwillingly. As expected, the birthday party for Qiao Mengran had already ended. She heard from the servant that they had gone to another bar to continue playing.

He heaved a sigh of relief and went back to his room.

Originally, she wanted to go straight to sleep, but when she saw the gorgeous wedding dress hanging in the closet, she suddenly felt bad.

The wedding is in three days, right? Was she really going to marry that man who looked like an iceberg?

Would a marriage without love truly be blissful? Was she really going to give up her life's happiness for her brother?

And judging from Han Mo's attitude towards him, he didn't seem friendly at all.

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?"