Mo Xun stuck out his tongue and said, "It's not just a funny man." It's too embarrassing.
Our little girl, who is usually aloof and powerful, controls the entire mafia and commands tens of thousands of brothers, is now so humble, just for a smile.
Ming Jue adjusted his collar, cuffs and shirt hem, then shook his shoulders and smiled confidently at Mo Zhang, "Just see how charming your future husband is."
After saying that, he took Mo Xun and walked a few steps and stopped in front of an Italian young man who was singing. After the young man finished singing, Ming Jue let go of Mo Xun's hand and went up alone to talk to the young man singing.
After saying this, the young man nodded happily, then stood aside and gave up his seat at the home court to Ming Jue. He played the guitar and accompanied Ming Jue.
Mo Zhu held his breath, Ming Jue was going to sing in front of the public...?!!!
Does he, the godfather of the mafia, the emperor of tens of thousands of people, want to sing in front of a sea of people in this bustling commercial street?! Just for that humble butterfly headdress?!
Mo Xuan suddenly felt soft-hearted. Was she... going too far?
"Ming Jue, why don't we stop buying it and wait until you go back to withdraw the money and come back to buy it?" She really regretted it. She couldn't imagine that Ming Jue, a person who has always been so arrogant, could sing in public!
And, the most important thing is... can he sing? She has never heard him sing, let alone rap. He even hums a few words, but she has never heard him sing.
She had begged him to sing before, but he refused to sing. At that time, she just thought that he was tone-deaf and too embarrassed to sing.
And now, not only is he singing, he is also hawking in this bustling commercial street.
Ming shouted into the microphone, "Today, I want to give my girlfriend a tiara. I made a mistake and she is still angry with me. I want to make it up to her and ask for her forgiveness. I want to give her a tiara."
It's a special gift. I want to use my own ability to make some money to buy that tiara for her. I hope she can forgive me. Even if she doesn't forgive me, I hope she can remember this special gift."
Ming Xiang spoke into the microphone what was in his heart. Although he was speaking to the public, his eyes were fixed on Mo Xiu because those words were also addressed to Mo Xiu. He wanted to beg her.
It doesn't matter if you don't forgive me, I just hope she can remember this special gift.
I hope she can always remember that this was the money Ming Jue spent all her hard work on the street to earn, just to win a beauty's smile, which she will never forget.
Just as Ming Jue said, Mo Xiu's rock-hard heart was slowly softening.
For a time, many passers-by gathered in front of Ming Jue, blocking the road. A handsome guy who is super eye-catching can attract people's attention, not to mention that this handsome guy is still publicly showing his love.
Italy has always been a passionate and romantic country. Now when you see someone openly courting someone on the street, the local Italians are happy to join in the fun. However, they are not just watching the fun, but are infected by the enthusiasm. They are willing to
Sending blessings, this is the difference between Italians and people from other countries.
People followed Ming Jue's eyes and looked at Mo Xu. They could see that Ming Jue was wooing this woman in white clothes and snow. Some young people even started making noises and whistling, which made Mo Xu feel ashamed.