An Feng has seen narcissism, but she has never seen such narcissism.

Where did he see that she was interested in him?

has been single for him for so many years, why didn't she find him so narcissistic and annoying before?

An Feng frowned and pushed him away hard.

Just about to say something, suddenly the door of the bride's dressing room was opened, "Aunt Feng." ”

Hearing Tang Ci call her, An Feng turned around and responded, and then glanced at Zhou Li with a warning look, "Mr. Zhou, please respect yourself!" ”

An Feng walked towards the dressing room.

After taking a few steps, I felt that a sharp gaze that could not be ignored fell on her.

She turned around, except for Zhou Li, who had been staring at her, and couldn't see anyone else.

Tang Ci was still waiting for her in the dressing room, An Feng didn't have time to think about it, and walked in quickly.

Tang Ci changed into a set of elegant and white wedding dresses, the back was hollowed out, revealing the graceful spine lines, the slender waist was full of hand, the beautiful butterfly bones looked sexy and beautiful, the oversized tail skirt, and the crown on her head, made her extremely beautiful.

Tang porcelain is mixed-race, 360 degrees without dead ends, delicate facial features, a pair of beautiful and seductive cat eyes, and eyebrows and eyes are crooked when laughing.

An Feng opened the gift box, and inside was a set of valuable jewelry.

An Feng put Tang porcelain on his body.

Tang Ci's eyes were slightly wet and looked at An Feng, "Aunt Feng, I got married, my father asked the Mo family for a billion yuan, and he didn't give me anything." But Aunt Feng, we haven't seen each other for so many years, but you gave me such an expensive gift......"

An Feng wiped away the tears that slipped out of the corners of Tang Ci's eyes, "I grew up with your mother since childhood, just like sisters, don't be polite to Aunt Feng." ”

Tang Ci hugged An Feng and rested his chin on her shoulder, "Thank you, Aunt Feng, and thank you Sister Gardenia." ”

At this moment, the door of the powder room was suddenly pushed open.

A man in a wheelchair was pushed in.

The man in the wheelchair, dressed in a white suit, had his exposed hands burned and deformed, and scarred all over the place. The face that was originally handsome and extraordinary was even more unrecognizable. There was only a pair of eyes that were still sharp, looking at Tang Ci coldly.

He is the object of Tang Porcelain's upcoming marriage, the second son of the Mo family.

The man who pushed him...... is the eldest son of the Mo family, and Mo Ji, the head of the Mo family today.

Tang Ci's gaze moved from Mo Ji's face to Mo Ji's body.

He was tall, at least eighteen-eight, straight and long, wearing a black suit, strict and cold. Under the high bridge of the nose is a pair of rimless glasses, which looks ascetic, but it is cold and indifferent.

Although he seems to be polite and polite, if you treat him as a helpless scholar, you will definitely pay a heavy price. According to Tang Ci's understanding, the eldest son and the second son of the Mo family were not born in the main house, and the brothers did not have any status when they entered the Mo family, but later the eldest son of Mo used bloodthirsty and resolute means to shuffle the Mo family, kill his father and brother, and heard that the means were extremely cruel and cold-blooded.

Now in Mexico, no one dares to offend the eldest prince of Mo.

As long as you hear the word Mo Ji, you will be frightened.

Mo Ji was extremely cold-blooded to everyone, except his younger brother.

"Brother, let this woman go, I don't want to marry her!" Mo Ji's vocal cords were burned by the fire, and some words were slurred, but Mo Ji could hear what he said.

Tang Ci understood a rolling word, and with Mo Ying's distorted and hideous expression, she could tell that the second son didn't want to marry her.

An Feng had heard about Mo Ergongzi's burns, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. She felt sorry for Tang Ci and gently held her hand.

After Tang Ci smiled at An Feng slightly, she looked at Mo Ying with a distorted face, "Your brother bought me from the Tang family for a billion yuan, I heard that he never does loss-making business, are you sure you want me to leave?" ”

Mo Ying looked at the woman who was about to marry him and could still smile, so he picked up an ashtray nearby and threw it at Tang Ci.

Tang Ci didn't dodge, the ashtray hit the corner of her forehead, and a trace of bright red flowed out.

Seeing this, An Feng's face suddenly changed, "Second Master Mo, how can you beat a woman?" An Feng wanted to pull Tang Ci away, Tang Ci smiled and shook his head, "Aunt Feng, I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Mo Ji, who had been silent, glanced at Tang Ci, he clapped his hands, and the door of the dressing room was immediately pushed open by two bodyguards, "Take the second young master out, I want to say a few words to Miss Tang alone." ”

Tang Ci nodded at An Feng, "Aunt Feng, you go to the church first!" ”

An Feng knew that this was a matter for the Tang family and the Mo family, even if she felt sorry for Tang Ci, she couldn't meddle in anything.

After sighing slightly, An Feng left.

In the dressing room, only Tang Ci and Mo Ji were left, Mo Ji sat on the sofa, his slender legs elegantly folded, and he lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Tang Ci sat beside him with his skirt in his hand.

The smoke spread from the man's thin lips and nose, he looked up and looked at Tang Ci, the phoenix eyes under the lenses were cold, "Sit away." ”

Tang porcelain was unmoved. She was very close to him, and her meticulously ironed trousers were pressed a little by her, and her strong and strong thighs were strangled out, and the thighs under the fabric looked very hard, all muscles, and very well-proportioned.

He looks thin, but his figure under the clothes is even better than that of a model.

In the face of the man's cold-blooded and dark aura, Tang Ci was not afraid, her eyebrows and eyes were bent, and her cat's eyes looked bright and playful, "The woman who has confessed to you will marry her brother, Uncle Mo, you are the only one in the world who is so cold-hearted and cold-hearted!" Tang Ci said, his slender and white fingers poked at Mo Ji's chest.

The next second, his fingers were held by him. A tremendous pain struck.

Tang Ci sucked in the cold air and pulled out the finger that was about to be broken by him, the smile on her face did not decrease, and she lowered her hand, as if unintentional and deliberate, the position that hung down was on his thigh, the edge of the trouser pocket, and the fingertips touched his trouser chain as if nothing.

When his eyes swept over coldly, she withdrew her hand with a smile, "I was almost crippled by you, and I accidentally touched it." ”

Mo Ji stared at her, Sven's face was fierce and cold, "Next time, you will not only be in pain, I will abolish your hand!" ”

Tang Ci saw that the phoenix eyes under his lenses reflected the temperature of Sen Han, and he was indifferent to the extreme.

Like a sharp and merciless blade of ice.

The smile on the corner of Tang Ci's lips deepened, and her little face moved a little closer to Mo Ji, "Okay, if you waste a hand, I'll tell Mo Ji that his brother wants to insult me, and if I don't agree, he will break my hand." ”

"Huh." Mo Ji chuckled, "I have a fiancée, and you are less than one-third of hers, what reason do I have to insult you?" ”

Before Tang Ci could say anything, the door of the dressing room was pushed open from the outside.

"Brother Ji."