Facing Mo Zili's sudden aggrieved and crying expression, Lin Xue's whole body was filled with a sense of powerlessness.
She really didn't want to pay attention to this naughty kid with superb acting skills and evil intentions in front of her.
However, the naughty kid Mo Zili became more and more sad the more he cried, and he even used his talent to sing while crying.
"Little cabbage! The ground is yellow! Follow my aunt, there is no sugar! Beautiful aunt, so cruel! My stomach is growling, I am so hungry!"
Mo Zili's deep voice, rich expressions, and coordinated movements and tears are comparable to those of a professional opera singer. Especially the lyrics are very rhyming.
Qu Lingqiang, who had been driving with a straight face, couldn't help but be amused.
"This guy has a good voice!"
Lin Xue held her forehead and sighed: "Don't you see it? He is Mo Zili, the Internet celebrity singer who has a very high hit rate recently."
At this time, there happened to be a red light ahead. After hearing her words, Qu Lingqiang immediately turned around: "The dazzling fox? That troubled boy who is famous all over the Internet?"
Mo Zili became famous overnight with the song "Trouble at Seven Years Old" that he sang while walking, so some people on the Internet also called him a troubled boy.
"Yes, it's him!"
Qu Lingqiang took another deep look at Mo Zili, who was holding Lin Xue's arm and wiping his nose vigorously. He really couldn't compare him to the child star on the Internet who had great beauty and a pair of peach blossom eyes that fascinated thousands of women.
connect together.
In their company, everyone from the fifty-year-old cleaning lady to the twenty-year-old intern girl has recently become obsessed with the little child star Xianxing Fox.
"Uh--, he seems to be different from what is said on the Internet!"
Mo Zili, who was performing a crying scene professionally and diligently, was stunned for a moment: "Why is it different?"
He forgot to cry for the moment.
"It is rumored on the Internet that this little child star is very versatile. He can compose music and write lyrics at the age of three. He passed the eighth level of piano at the age of five. He won the first prize in the local guitar competition at the age of six. He is the great-grandson of the Murong family who lives outside the country. Although
I was born abroad, but I yearned for Chinese culture and read almost all domestic masterpieces at the age of six."
"By the way, the calligraphy is also top-notch. Many fans from abroad gathered in front of their house, just to beg for his calligraphy!"
There were only three of them in the car, and Qu Lingqiang's words reached Mo Zili's ears clearly.
He sighed and held his forehead: "You mean, don't I look very talented?"
The way his mother and uncle packaged him online is a little too outrageous!
They were so desperate just to get into Murong's house!
At this time, the red light in front of them had turned into green.
After Qu Lingqiang started the car, he said: "Talented people will not cry and make trouble. This will only make you appear immature!"
Mo Zili looked out the car window disapprovingly: "I am a child, why should I pretend to be mature? Innocence and following one's heart are our hallmarks, okay?"
After finishing speaking, he suddenly pointed to a small shop selling candied haws on the street and said willfully: "Stop the car, I want to eat candied haws!"
Qu Lingqiang sighed helplessly, then leaned against the roadside and slowly stopped the car.
Mo Zili pointed at him and blinked his peach blossom eyes: "Handsome brother, can you go buy it for me? My aunt and I have just returned to Yucheng, and the money we have is still in foreign currency, and we haven't had time to change it!"
Qu Lingqiang was speechless, so he had to open the car door, go out, and come back with two bunches of candied haws.
Mo Zili took the candied haws in the car and gave a bunch directly to Lin Xue: "Pretty aunt, I treat you to some candied haws!"
Qu Lingqiang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a dark look on his face. This guy was pretty good at borrowing flowers and offering them to Buddha.
However, Lin Xue refused: "No, you can eat it yourself. I don't like food that is too sweet."