The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 211 I Will Go Personally (1)
In the banquet hall, cups of wine were intertwined, and there was auspicious celebration everywhere. Amidst the continuous blessings, Mo Xinrui came back to her senses. She looked around, only to realize that Tang Song had walked to the other side at some point.

His brows were tightly furrowed, he was holding a wine glass in one hand, and the other hand was hanging by his side playing with his cell phone. He seemed to have something on his mind, and he didn't see several people greeting him.

Mo Xinrui politely greeted those who were ignored by Tang Song, and when she was about to find him, she saw Meng Zixiao walking towards the terrace.She hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Xiaozi, what happened? Why is there something wrong with Ah Song?"

Meng Zixiao could probably guess that something happened to Shen Lue. Tang Song's mobile phone was kept with him during the engagement ceremony.He helped greet the brothers in the compound, and he was too busy himself. After finishing the work, he saw several missed calls from the villa, and quickly passed them to Tang Song.

That guy started to lose his mind after receiving the call. He wanted to walk just now, but he held him back.With this walk, wouldn't all previous efforts be for naught?

He evoked a naughty smile, and teased Mo Xinrui: "Hey, Miss 'Duo Xin', you are really thinking too much this time, what else can you do besides engagement?"

Mo Xinrui's cheeks were reddish and she was a little embarrassed. Meng Zixiao had teased her name earlier, saying that Tang Song's life would be difficult in the future. What could be hidden from his fiancée's exquisite heart?At that time, she was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer the conversation, because Tang Song hated women's jealousy and suspicion.And in front of him, she has always displayed a gentle and generous image of being knowledgeable, up-to-date and reasonable.

She glanced in Tang Song's direction again, the brilliant lights in the hall and the silhouettes of the guests were projected on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the terrace outside appear dark, and only his hazy and straight silhouette beside the guardrail was vaguely seen.The scarlet sparks flickered on and off, and he seemed to be smoking.

Meng Zixiao laughed softly: "I'll go out and smoke one too. Oh, yes, Miss Duoxin, when you're thinking wildly, I'll say your last name too. Don't— Duoxin."

Mo Xinrui quickly looked away and gave Meng Zixiao a hard look.It's so annoying!How can someone have such a bad mouth? !

"Stinky boy! What are you talking about?!" Meng Weiting happened to hear it when passing by, and hit Meng Zixiao hard on the head.

Meng Zixiao let out a ghostly "Aiyo", and hurried away before the elder's eyes swept over him.When he opened the glass door of the terrace, Tang Song was on the phone, and he only looked back after hearing the sound.

Meng Zixiao leaned against the railing and waited for him to finish. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case. The wind was too strong, and he struck several matches with his hands together but they didn't ignite.Suddenly a blue flame lit up in front of his eyes, and he realized that Tang Song had hung up the phone.

"Haven't evolved into the mechanical age yet?" Tang Song mocked lightly.Meng Zixiao has an inexplicable obsession with matches. He used them for a while, but he didn't find anything special about them. Instead, he found it inconvenient, so he switched back to lighters.

"It's called Youpin, what do you know?" Meng Zixiao quickly swallowed a few mouthfuls of mist against the flames, then narrowed his eyes and asked him, "Look what's bothering you?"

Tang Song flicked the cigarette ash, leaned on the railing without speaking, the distant light fell on his face, showing a bit of depression and loneliness.

Seeing that he didn't intend to answer, Meng Zixiao squeezed his eyes and carefully tested: "Could it be that girl ran away with someone?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Tang Song's face became gloomy. He threw away the cigarette that had just been lit for a long time, threw it on the ground and stomped it out fiercely, turned around and was about to leave.

(End of this chapter)