C659 I Love Mo Chaosheng the Most

It had only been a week, but the news of Mo Wenyan's wedding spread like a spring breeze across every corner of the city.

In a five-star hotel, Mo Wenyan sat in the presidential suite. The makeup artist was carefully wiping her face. Her hands and feet were free, but Mo Wenyan did not plan to escape. It was just that she was clearly the bride, but there was not much smile on her face