Hi, My Sweet Lil Moe Wife! Chapter 1799 – The wedding banquet

Chapter 1799: The wedding banquet

Zhan mo was determined not to back down.

Because even if Zhan Jia ‘er was switched back, without ruan Mianmian, the unmentionable disease in Zhan Jia’ er’s heart would not be able to be cured.

As long as he held ruan Mianmian in his hand, even if his sister had a problem after taking the love Gu, there was still a way to cure her.

As a result, the two of them once again fell into a Cold War.

Ruan Mengmeng ate and slept well every day, taking care of herself and the triplets in her stomach, but she ignored Zhan mo.

And Zhan mo would occasionally stop her, and her words of persuasion would always be ignored.

On this day, Zhan mo stopped ruan Mengmeng again.

His dark brows were deeply furrowed as he looked at the little woman in front of him. Her stomach had become very obvious, but her complexion was extremely good.

Thinking of Zhan Jia ‘er’s weak and pale face, Zhan mo said in a low and cold voice, “Mengmeng, Zhenzhen, have you never thought about li junyu? Aren’t you afraid that after he takes the child Gu, he will fall in love with someone else and only have Jia ‘er in his heart and eyes?”

Zhan mo had tried many methods, but he could not use the child in ruan Mengmeng’s stomach as a hostage.

That was why he was always passive in front of ruan Mengmeng.

The little woman, who had always turned a deaf ear to his words, suddenly curled her lips when she heard Zhan mo mention li junyu.

She finally lifted her eyes and looked at him with those crystal clear almond-shaped eyes.

This was the first time she had looked him in the eye since the two of them had quarreled.

However, the look under her almond-shaped eyes was extremely contemptuous, and even her curved lips carried a trace of mockery.

Her soft pink lips opened and closed. Zhan mo heard ruan Mengmeng say in a light tone, “Do you think that the man who flirts with my man will be the same as the others?”

With that, ruan Mengmeng walked around him and left without even looking at Zhan mo.

Her li junyu, her tyrant, would never be the same as those men who had no self-control.

To be controlled by a so-called love Gu.

The days passed just like that. One day, two days, three days passed by slowly.

One day, Zhan mo suddenly brought a stylist and makeup artist back to dress ruan Mengmeng up.

Of course, ruan Mengmeng had already put on a human skin mask on her face.

“What are you doing?” Ruan Mengmeng asked.

“The Duan family and the Li family’s wedding will be attended by all the noble families in the city. Li junyu will be there as well,” Zhan mo said in a cold tone.

Ruan Mengmeng nodded. She remembered that Duan mu ‘er of the Duan family was going to marry the Li family’s third son, li Jinghui.

“But what does this have to do with me?” Her tone was very calm, and she was about to tear off her mask.

Zhan Mo’s long fingers grabbed her wrist. “Love Gu can only be used most effectively in wine. Jia ‘er will probably make her move at the wedding banquet. Are you really going to just watch li junyu shout at me?

So it was for this.

Zhan mo was probably trying to stop Zhan Jia ‘er. If he was lucky, he would be able to swap her with Zhan Jia’ er, completely taking away his sickly and torturous sister.

Ruan Mengmeng’s beautiful glass-like eyes turned and she said, ” “Alright, Yingluo, I’ll go with you.”

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That night, in a five-star luxury hotel owned by the Duan family, a wedding banquet was held under the eyes of thousands of people.

It was the wedding banquet of the eldest son of the Li family’s third son, li Jinghui, and the Pearl of the Duan family, Duan mu ‘er. Regardless of whether they were from influential families or rich and famous people, they had to show respect.

Perhaps it was because li junyu and ruan Mengmeng’s wedding of the century had been abruptly halted.

This time, the Li family had organized another wedding banquet and skipped the wedding part. During the day, the two newlyweds finished the process in a low profile.

In the evening, they would host more than 300 tables in their own hotel to entertain the guests..