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Gong Wan’er, who was sitting in front of her mirror and had her makeup put on by the makeup artist, and had already changed into a bridesmaid's gift, was watching by the side. He joked, "You don't look too good, could it be that your husband isn't here yesterday and you can't sleep?"

"Nothing." Gong Wan’er speechlessly rolled his eyes. He paused for a moment before he said, "It's just that I can't fall asleep when I think of the wedding that is going to be held today."

"What are you so nervous about? How long have you been receiving your pass? I thought you would sleep soundly!" Liu Beibei laughed, it was a very candid laugh.

"It's not the same." Gong Wan’er also couldn't tell how or why it was different.

"Fine." Liu Beibei did not pursue the matter any further, she turned and looked outside the door, then suddenly asked: "I just saw your father and brother, how come I did not see your stepmother?"

"He didn't come." Gong Wan’er's expression was indifferent.

"Impossible, right? She's so vain, how could she not come to such an important occasion today?" Liu Beibei had deep suspicions about Hao Jinzhi's character.

"It was Mo Zhi who went to pick him up yesterday."

"Ha, you deserve it!"

Liu Beibei took pleasure in's misfortune. Looking at Gong Wan’er's face which was getting brighter and brighter due to his makeup, she sighed. "Beautiful girl, you've really taken advantage of me, Mo Zhaoyun."

Time passed by while the two were chatting. Soon, Gong Wan’er finished drawing her makeup, and after everything was tidied up, it was already noon.

"Although I haven't gone to the wedding venue to take a look, just by the way you're dressed, I really want to say something. A tycoon needs to be kept!" Liu Beibei felt that he was about to be blinded by Gong Wan’er's jewelry.

"I'm sorry, but this beauty was also taken care of!" Gong Wan’er replied with a smile. He was in an extremely good mood.

Liu Beibei immediately shouted out in anger, "The love of a lady is too vile!"

The two were playing around when Gong Jiande walked in at this time. The laughter immediately stopped.

"Dad."

"Uncle." Liu Beibei looked at Gong Wan’er, and said: "Then Uncle, please chat with my son, I will go out to take a look."

With that, he left the room and closed the door.

Gong Jiande was dressed in a black robe today, and he looked to be in high spirits, obviously he had cleaned up a bit, but it was much older than his age.

Looking at Gong Wan’er's slim and graceful appearance, he could not help but exclaim: "In the blink of an eye, you're already this big, and you're about to get married."

Gong Wan’er looked at his father with a pained heart. Originally, his father was considered to be a well-cared middle-aged man. If he was not sent to prison later on, he would not have grown up so quickly, and even had a head full of white hair.

"Summoning Yun is very good to me, daddy can rest assured."

Gong Jiande's face revealed a slight smile, "I can tell that he treats you well, so I can rest easy. Although father didn't help you choose this man, my daughter has always had good eyes!"

Gong Wan’er was a little speechless, her ex-boyfriend was a scumbag who cheated!

"My family has a very good temper. I don't have anything to worry about, even if I treat you well. I'm just waiting to hug my grandson."

Even though Gong Jiande loved his daughter a lot, he was still a father and daughter, and wasn't so considerate to his mother to the point of speaking sincerely. Even though he was reluctant to part with his first daughter, he still held onto his blessings and spoke a lot of words for the first time.

Gong Wan’er listened quietly, and occasionally replied. The atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

"Knock."

Liu Beibei suddenly knocked on the door and said loudly: "Night, Mo BOSS is here to pick you up!"

"Got it."

When the initially calm Gong Wan’er heard the arrival of Mo Zhaoyun, his heart suddenly jumped with a "putong putong" sound, and his expression became anxious.

Not long after Liu Beibei finished speaking, she heard the ruckus outside the door. There was only one bridesmaid between the bride and him, and with Mo Zhaoyun's aggressive approach, he arrived in front of Gong Wan’er almost without expending any effort.

Liu Beibei held onto a few thick red packets as she looked at Gong Wan’er with a smile. She raised her eyebrows and said: "The enemies are too fierce, we have lost them all!"

Gong Wan’er could not help but smile, but when Mo Zhaoyun walked towards him with each step, he tensed up once again. His misty eyes shyly looked at him as an indescribable happiness and joy arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Wife, let's go."

Mo Zhaoyun walked in front of Gong Wan’er and said those words in a low voice. He then bent down and carried Gong Wan’er up by his waist, and then strode out of the room with big strides.

Gong Wan’er's heartbeat was extremely fast, he only managed to barely suppress it after he got on the car.

"Nervous?" Mo Zhaoyun wanted to kiss Gong Wan’er, but seeing the beautiful color on her lips, he held himself back.

Gong Wan’er calmly replied while feigning calmness: "I'm not worried."

"Ha!" Mo Zhaoyun could not help but laugh, he pinched her small hands that were already drenched in sweat, and went over to whisper in her ear: "I didn't sleep well last night, my wife is stronger than me, I'm very nervous!"

Gong Wan’er's body stiffened, he turned his head and glared at Mo Zhaoyun, he did not believe that this man would be so nervous.

The fully dressed Gong Wan’er was even more beautiful than usual, even her staring expression was extremely moving. Mo Zhaoyun's expression was deep, in the end he was unable to hold back, reached out to grab his wife's soft waist and gently kissed.

Gong Wan’er opened his eyes wide, feeling the wetness in his mouth, he was keenly aware that the driver's seat in front was looking at him, his face was flushed red, and the heat was astonishing.

"No..." Gong Wan’er pressed both hands against Mo Zhaoyun's chest, and leaned his head back, trying to avoid's kiss. At the same time, he spoke with some anger: "The lipstick is about to be eaten."

"Yes." Mo Zhaoyun narrowed his eyes, his gaze was staring straight at Gong Wan’er's tender lips, a bit absent-minded. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU … … …"

Gong Wan’er rolled his eyes without caring about his image, and pushed Mo Zhaoyun a little backwards. He himself also moved a little backwards, close to the door, and glared at him: "Rules yourself!"

Mo Zhaoyun looked at Gong Wan’er's cute appearance and chuckled softly, "The lipstick tastes good."

Gong Wan’er's face was burning hot. She did not even dare look at the man behind the driver's seat, as she had the urge to dig a hole and hide in it.

In the end, she was not as thick-skinned as Mo Zhaoyun, who only kissed in front of an outsider and that was too shameful, so Gong Wan’er simply could not tolerate it.

The car drove steadily towards the hotel and stopped at the entrance. Mo Zhaoyun got off the car, quickly but steadily walked to the side of the car, opened the door, bent down slightly and stretched out a hand, then said in a low and tempting voice, "Honorable wife, please get off."

Gong Wan’er's face was stern, he handed his hand over, and as he got off the car, he replied softly: "Not bad, continue to work hard."

Mo Zhaoyun smiled in his heart, he tightly gripped the small hands in his palms and moved around in a gentle manner.

"Kacha kacha!"

The flash of light and the sound of the shutter being pressed rose and fell. Gong Wan’er calmly raised his head to take a look and discovered that there were quite a few reporters surrounding the entrance of the inn.

"Will the reporters come in later?" Gong Wan’er followed Mo Zhaoyun into the hotel and asked with a frown on his face.

Mo Zhaoyun seemed to have thought of something as he gave a cold laugh, "Mn, they will go in."

"Oh." Gong Wan’er was a little unhappy. She did not want to go to the newspapers at all, but it was impossible for Mo Zhaoyun to get married without a journalist.

"I'll send you to the dressing room first," Mo Zhaoyun said as his dyed, smiling eyes swept across Gong Wan’er's red lips.

"Pervert!" Gong Wan’er glared at him fiercely.

After sending Gong Wan’er to the dressing room, he left. Not long after, Liu Beibei came as well, and said with emotion after entering the door: "What an evil capitalist. I heard that the inn was not open for business today, and it was all because of the marriage ceremony of Boss Mo …"

Gong Wan’er did not expect this, but after a while, he calmed down: "I'm from my own clan."

That's why I said 'All Evil Capitalism'. Today, the total price of the dozens of wedding cars in the team is over 100 million, and Boss Mo is too sincere. Even though the red packet isn't as thick as a brick, it's more like it. Liu Beibei was jealous. She waved her fists and said angrily, "And your wine-offering uniform! It's purely manual and super beautiful …"

Although Gong Wan’er was a young lady in the past, she did not really love any of this luxury goods, but hearing Liu Beibei mutter about it now, she felt a sense of happiness. She pursed her lips and smiled: "Actually my mother-in-law wished for us to hold a Chinese wedding, but we did custom-made the phoenix coronet and did not even have enough time, it was all hand-made embroidery, so we changed it to a wedding dress in the end."

"The Chinese style is great. I think wearing a phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes is better!" Liu Beibei's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly: "Even though you guys are wearing wedding gowns, you can wear a phoenix coronet or a wedding anniversary, or even take a photo. It's so pretty! And it can be a family heirloom … "

Gong Wan’er had a face of helplessness, "You think too much. Although the phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes are arduous to make, it would still be difficult to keep as a family heirloom. Who would use it as a family heirloom?"

Liu Beibei looked forward to it with infatuation: "Aiya, I mean you can still wear it for your daughter to wear. Think about it, your daughter will be wearing the same wedding dress as you …"

"Opening too much of a hole in the brain is also a disease." Gong Wan’er unceremoniously retorted.

"Humph!" "No mood!" Liu Beibei glared fiercely at Gong Wan’er, and said angrily: "If I want money, I'll just go get one."

Pausing, he suddenly frowned. "Right, when I came up earlier, I seemed to have seen that stepmother of yours."

When Hao Jinzhi was mentioned, the first thing that came to Gong Wan’er's mind was that group of reporters downstairs, and her expression immediately turned ugly. If this woman really caused a ruckus without a care, the Mo family would really lose all their face.

"Is she alone, or …?" Gong Wan’er thought of his father and Gong Jianuo who came together, and felt that these two probably wouldn't bring Hao Jinzhi along.

"Alone, but I don't know what she's looking for. She's always looking around." Liu Beibei's expression was extremely disdainful.

Gong Wan’er thought for a while, then said to Liu Beibei in a low voice: "Bring her up here, find a random room and lock her in, since there are no guests in the hotel today."