At the same time, Mo Wenting didn't forget what Zhan Ning said to herself just now: "you will always be my woman."

Zhan Ning's words stayed in Mo Wenting's ear for a long time, as if they could never spread again. From this sentence, it can be completely explained that Zhan Ning didn't give up his plan to lose Mo Wenting at all.

Although he won't take Mo Wenting away now, it doesn't mean he won't come back to Mo Wenting in the future.

It seems that Zhan Ning just plans to wait until the end of Mo Wenting's wedding and catch up with her again in the future. That can also be regarded as giving face to Mo Wenting.

Women love face very much. If Mo Wenting is really angry, Zhan Ning is also worried that Mo Wenting will hate herself and there is no possibility of reconciliation. In this way, the overbearing president of zhanning also knows some women's psychology, so as not to touch the bottom line of Mo Wenting.

"Baby, what did Zhan Ning say to you?" Huo Ziwei walks to Mo Wenting and asks Mo Wenting in a very low voice.

He used to call Mo Wenting "a Wen", but now Mo Wenting has become his wife. Of course, he will change his name and call Mo Wenting affectionate, so as not to appear too divided and alienated.

"Didn't say anything." Mo Wenting gave Huo Ziwei a cold look and answered him in a low voice.

In fact, her answer is no different from no answer. She won't tell Huo Ziwei what Zhan Ning said. Otherwise, Huo Ziwei may not be able to stand it.

"You are already my wife. Do you want to hide it from me?" Huo Ziwei obviously saw that Mo Wenting didn't tell the truth to herself, so he immediately chased her and asked her.

His eyes are closely staring at Mo Wenting's face, trying to see some clues from Mo Wenting's face, and even more trying to guess whether there is still feelings between Mo Wenting and Zhan Ning.

This is what men and women are most concerned about. Even though Mo Wenting has promised to marry Huo Ziwei, he is still worried that Mo Wenting may leave himself again all the time. So in the end, he was still in vain and got nothing.

"I'm not trying to hide it from you, but for your own good. You'd better not know. Even if you know it, it won't do you any good. Then why do you find something sad to listen to? " Mo Wenting answered Huo Ziwei without expression.

Just because there was no expression on Mo Wenting's face, Huo Ziwei couldn't see the thoughts in her heart. He didn't know whether she was happy or sad.

This woman can really bury herself very deep, like a bottomless pool of water, which makes Huo Ziwei unable to see clearly and thoroughly.

"That's good!" Huo Ziwei didn't want to make Mo Wenting angry, so he quickly said two good words in a row and reluctantly smiled: "today is our good day. We should have been happier."

After that, Huo Ziwei stretched out his hand to hold Mo Wenting's small waist. He felt that the woman was already his own, and no one could take it away, including Zhan Ning.

What Huo Ziwei didn't notice was that when he reached out to hold Mo Wenting, Mo Wenting's face naturally showed a very obvious hate expression.

Mo Wenting even almost had the impulse to push Huo Ziwei away from her, and no longer let the man hold herself so closely.

But after all, she didn't forget that she was already a woman married to Huo Ziwei. If she did that, it would be too inhumane and unreasonable.

What even Mo Wenting doesn't understand is that being held by Huo Ziwei now makes her feel much more annoying than when Zhan Ning forced herself to go to bed. This surprised Mo Wenting.

Because it proves that she has no feelings for Huo Ziwei. She is now married to Huo Ziwei solely to revenge Zhan Ning's overbearing president. But what she didn't expect was that this practice had pushed herself into a fire pit.

Perhaps Mo Wenting really felt her fate was very tragic. Now she climbed out of a fire pit and jumped into another fire pit by herself.

The wedding day should have made people feel happy, but now it has become Huo Ziwei's happiness alone. Mo Wenting's face never showed a smile from this moment.

When Tong Xiangxian saw Mo Wenting's face, she couldn't help but be surprised. I don't know what happened to the bride. There was no smile on her face.

However, in her opinion, as long as Mo Wenting leaves zhanning and gives herself a chance, that's a good thing. Therefore, Huo Ziwei is happy, and Tong Xiangxian is actually very happy for him.

Tong Xiangxian only hopes that Mo Wenting will stay with Huo Ziwei forever, so Zhan Ning will no longer be fascinated by Mo Wenting.

Although Tong Xiangxian's kindness to Mo Wenting can also be said to be hypocritical, it is much better than those evil mothers-in-law. Mo Wenting should be satisfied.

"Wenting, today is your wedding day with Ziwei. How can you be so unhappy?" Tong Xiangxian finally couldn't help but ask Mo Wenting directly.

She needs to think about Huo Ziwei. She can't let Mo Wenting misbehave and break the rules of her rich and noble family. As Mo Wenting's mother-in-law, she had to take care of her daughter-in-law.

"No! I'm not unhappy. " Mo Wenting glanced at Tong Xiangxian, forced out some smiles on her face and whispered back to her.

Since Tong Xiangxian still knows how to save face for herself, Mo Wenting must also give her some face.

"Anyway. Even if you are performing, you should cooperate a little. Don't let other guests see it. " When Tong Xiangxian heard that Mo Wenting was unwilling to tell the truth to herself, she had to sigh and put forward some helpless requirements to Mo Wenting. Because she can't force Mo Wenting to do something she doesn't like.

"Well, I know what to do." Mo Wenting saw that Tong Xiangxian was unhappy and afraid, so she quickly promised her.

Tong Xiangxian glanced at Mo Wenting. She seemed to have something to say, but she didn't say it at last, so she walked away alone.

She is a past person. Now she knows that Mo Wenting and Huo Ziwei will not have a better life in the future.

Mo Wenting endured the disgusting feeling in her heart and cooperated with Huo Ziwei to complete the whole process of the wedding.