Mo's mother served a plate of pork liver noodle soup. It is now eight o'clock in the morning, and the Mo family's father and daughter have already woken up from the quilt. Her daughter knew from her husband's lecture that she wanted her to marry the bride and marry Zhao Junlie, the president of the Zhao family company. .
In the Mo family, the male patriarch has the right to speak up and decide what to say. Shaking his head, Mo's mother sighed helplessly. As long as her daughter's marriage can be happy, that is the greatest comfort.
The fairy tale of the swan and the ugly duckling plays out old-fashioned and cruel dramas on the two daughters of the Mo family.
The eldest daughter, Mo Rourou, looks ordinary and ordinary, she can only be regarded as a good-looking and gentle girl next door with a gentle and elegant temperament.
The second daughter is Moru Yilizhi's natural beauty, and the men of the Mo family believe that she is a fantasy princess.
Every time the Mo family held dances and banquets, Mo Ruyi was always the focus of everyone's attention.
Only this time when Mo Ruyi suddenly leaves a letter to escape marriage, can Mo Rourou marry President Zhao Junlie in his early years.
Mo Rourou is in the eyes of everyone in the Mo family, her sense of existence is very weak, few people will pay attention to her, and few people will take the initiative to understand her thoughts.
"Rourou, I've finished cooking pork liver noodle soup, hurry to the restaurant downstairs and eat while it's hot!" Mo's mother softly called out, tapping on her daughter's bedroom door.
"Mom, thank you for making me grow up happily. I am so happy to have you as a good mother!" Mo Rourou was changing clothes in front of the dressing mirror.
She raised her eyebrows, thinking of her mother's love, even though she was weak in the eyes of the Mo family, her mother still gave her selfless love and smile to take care of her, an ugly duckling girl.
Therefore, she decided to say something while the mother and daughter were parting. Even if it was a word of thanks, she would not keep silent like before.
When Mo Rourou picked up the hot pork liver with her chopsticks, she felt very warm and happy.
"After you finish your breakfast, you will put on the white bridal gown, and I will help you put on the bridal makeup." Mo's mother was eating a bowl of Lu Roufan, but she was worried that Rourou's life in the Zhao family would go smoothly in the future. ? So she doesn't have the appetite to eat and drink.
After all, Rourou is just a substitute bride. Zhao Junlie was originally in love with the object of marriage, but what about Ruyi, who was regarded by the Mo family as a fantasy princess? !
Mo Rourou's mother's eyes met, knowing that she was preoccupied, and her mother understood everything clearly.
Finally, after Mo Rourou finished eating the pork liver noodle soup, she returned to her bedroom. Mo's mother was already holding the white bride's wedding dress hanging in the closet, beckoning.
"It should fit well. You are similar in shape to Ruyi, just in appearance and temperament..." Mother Mo paused, anyway, it is impossible to see Rourou's figure in Mo's villa anytime and anywhere in the future.
"Still a young ugly duckling." Mother Mo decided to speak directly. "On your wedding night, as long as you respond to your husband's enthusiasm, you will have a successful married life."
"En." This is exactly what she and her new husband Zhao Junlie will face tonight.
She was afraid that she would end up in failure and make her new husband lose face.
Mother Mo stuffed a crystal bracelet into Rourou's palm.
"This is my dowry, and now it is used as a talisman. I hope your marriage and work life in the Zhao family will be smooth." She reached out to touch the soft and smooth long hair, which is considered the most beautiful part of her daughter Rourou , otherwise trivial.
"Father has something to tell you." Mo's mother took Rou Rou's hand and walked to the study where Mo's father was processing official documents.
When there were only the father and daughter of the Mo family in the study room, Father Mo explained calmly: "You are a girl from the Mo family. To marry Zhao Junlie, you must know how to manage the family diligently, and don't lose face to the Mo family. After all, it is a marriage between two major business groups."
"I know." Mo Rourou nodded and spoke meekly.
"Father, I love you, don't worry, I will try my best to be a competent wife of the president." Mo Rourou's tears flickered and she told herself not to cry, today is the day of marriage.
"I'll go upstairs and go back to the bedroom to put on the bride's wedding dress, and ask my mother to help me put on the bride's make-up." As things developed like this, Mo Rourou married the bride to Zhao Junlie, but there was still no news of her sister.
So, Mo Rourou put on her wedding dress, put on makeup, walked to the gate of Mo's villa, and waited for Zhao Junlie to personally marry Mo Rourou in a black extended limousine.
"Where's my bride?" The car stopped on the side of the road, Zhao Junlie walked over, and a gentle male voice sounded like jade.
"I'm here." Although Mo Rourou's sight was clouded by the fog covered by the bride's veil, she would never be mistaken for Zhao Junlie's voice.
"Let's go, let's go to the church to hold our wedding." Zhao Junlie held her little hand and smiled slightly.
"En." Mo Rourou nodded shyly and timidly.
In this way, Mo Rourou married a bride for generations, became Zhao Junlie's bride and wife, started a new life, and shed her identity as a mature woman.