Xiao Bai was a little confused. He didn't know what Ji Bing was talking about. It wasn't until his eyes fell on Ji Bing's fingers that he suddenly understood what Ji Bing meant. Xiao Bai sat up and held Ji Bing's hand.
, this ring was carefully selected by him, and it looked very beautiful on her finger. Her fingers were slender, white, and as beautiful as onions. The ring looked particularly good on her.
There was a surge of emotion in his eyes, and he reflected seriously on these days. He had indeed wronged Ji Bing. Mo Xiaobai smiled and said, "It's true. I didn't lie to you. I even chased people and proposed to them.
Of course I want to be with you forever."
This is his first promise, the most important promise for a boy from the Mo family. Ye Wei has said since she was a child that even if you don't care about your life, you must make a promise. You must honor what you promise to others. You must not lose your promise to others and to yourself.
She said, don't make promises easily, but if you make a promise, you must keep it.
He always kept Ye Wei's words in mind and kept his promises.
A dazzling smile slowly bloomed on Ji Bing's face. She held Xiaobai's hand and asked, "Then when will we get married?"
Mo Xiaobai was startled. Ji Bing blushed and smiled shyly but happily, "I want to marry you and be your wife. You said that we will get married when I get better. My body has always been like this. No.
Good or bad, why don't we get married? I want to watch the sunrise with you every day and see you every day when I get up."
If you are engaged, you will get married sooner or later.
Mo Xiaobai also knew that he also had the idea of living with Ji Bing for the rest of his life. However, Ji Bing suddenly mentioned it, which caught him off guard, as if things should not be like this.
It shouldn't be like this. He has the final say on when to get married. He makes the decision.
He feels that he is still young and is not in a hurry. Mo Xiaobai also feels that sometimes he is quite contradictory. He wants to be with Ji Bing for the rest of his life, but he feels that he is still young and does not want to get married so early.
Once he gets married, he loses his freedom. He loves freedom the most, and it is his duty to take care of Ji Bing, but getting married...isn't it too early? Mo Xiaobai really hesitated, he is not yet twenty-four years old, and he is still so young.
Ji Bing's happiness dimmed inch by inch, "Aren't you willing?"
"No, no, Ji Bing, don't get me wrong." Mo Xiaobai hurriedly took her hand, "I'm not unwilling, I just think it's still early and I'm still young. Can I wait a few years?"
"Are you sure you will marry me?"
"certainly!"
"Since you are going to marry me sooner or later, why wait a few years? If you marry me, nothing will change. Isn't it the same whether we get married or not? I promise I won't disturb you." Ji Bing smiled.
said.
Mo Xiaobai was left speechless. He could be charming and charming, and he could talk sweet words at the drop of a hat. He could fool people into nowhere, but he just couldn't deceive Ji Bing.
He was very serious about Ji Bing, he didn't joke or tell lies, which he couldn't say to such a crystal clear person.
Mo Xiaobai was relieved, she was right, getting married early is also getting married, getting married late is also getting married, so get married early.
"good!"
"You agreed?" Ji Bing looked happy, it was so smooth that even she could not imagine it.
Mo Xiaobai nodded, "Wait until I say hello to mommy and daddy and ask them when they will return to Rome. I will take you back to see them."
Ji Bing was so happy. When she thought about meeting Mo Xiaobai's parents and about to marry Mo Xiaobai, her heart blossomed, as if a white dove flew up, scattering happiness all over the floor. At this moment, she
She sincerely thanked God for allowing her to meet Mo Xiaobai.
The man I love most in my life.
Mo Xiaobai smiled and hugged her.
Well, that's it, get married.
Even if it is a grave, it is a happy grave with her.
He won't regret it, he won't regret it.
Mo Xiaobai kept telling himself that he had no regrets and would never regret it.
…
Bai Liu drank too much, and his face was horribly pale. His eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, moist and bright, and looked particularly attractive. Mo Yao could feel the eager eyes from all around. He had a hunch that as soon as he walked away,
These men, who seemed to have been hungry for hundreds of years, would definitely pounce on Bai Liu and bring him down.
With Mo Yao's mischievous mentality, he went to the bathroom after a drink. He wanted to see how Bai Liu solved the crisis. The bathroom was independent and the space was large. However, Mo Yao heard a sound similar to a handshake. It turned out to be very faint.
, but slowly, it seems that it can no longer be suppressed, and the voice breaks in the throat, making a heavy impact against the partition next door.
He heard the two men gasp.
Mo Yao frowned and pursed his lips in disgust. The men's room in this kind of bar is the most obscene and romantic. It is a good place to solve problems. Unfortunately, he didn't know. He didn't have that experience. When Mo Yao washed his hands, the one next door
The door suddenly opened. A dazzling-looking oriental boy walked out of it. He was disheveled and smelled of Qingyu. His hair was messy but unruly. He was young, only about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a tight-fitting dark blue suit.
The shirt had three buttons unbuttoned, and there were obvious bite marks on the neck. Such marks were full of ambiguity. The tight clothes overly modified the waistline, and the waist was not full. The long legs were slender, and the whole person was exposed.
A magical allure.
Mo Yao thought that this was a very charming young man. When he saw Mo Yao staring at him, he smiled suddenly and asked in Italian, "Hey, are you interested in me?"
He asked very directly. Mo Yao didn't feel disgusted. He just shook his head. Men who came to such a bar would be a certain type of person. He knew that the young man was unwilling to get involved. The smell on his body disgusted Mo Yao, and his hands
As soon as he got stronger, he pushed him away. The boy was very flexible, but maybe he had just experienced a sexual incident, and his legs had no strength, so he fell to the side.
Mo Yao watched indifferently. The boy was sitting against the wall with his long legs rolled up. He scratched his lips with his index finger. He looked more confused than embarrassed. "It's really rude, but I like rude men."
Mo Yao looked at the bathroom. There was another man who seemed to be arranging his clothes. He felt embarrassed because he hadn't come out yet. Mo Yao didn't want to quarrel with the young man. He turned off the water and went out. A gentle smile came from behind.
He frowned, how come today's young people all look so... impressive.
Even a teenager in a nightclub is like this. Rome is not a good place to produce such a character.
When Mo Yao came out, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Five men were lying next to Bai Liu. He was stepping on a man's chest, with whiskey dangling in his hand. His face was expressionless, and his face was as clear as transparency.
Like a devil in white clothes, shaking his devil's wings, at that moment under the light, the young man's image was tall, compelling, majestic, and inviolable. He suddenly moved his wrist, and the wine was poured on the
In the man's eyes, the man screamed like a slaughtered pig.
Mo Yao had no intention of rescuing the siege, but only wanted to watch the show. He didn't expect that Bai Liu's fighting power was quite strong. He had long seen that he was a martial artist, with two hands, and his muscles could clearly tell the problem.
Come on. Sometimes people's eyes can betray their secrets. People who have been trained and have seen blood are different. Whether you want it or not, there is a hidden edge in you. You can't see it, but there are people who can see it.
You see, Bai Liu's sharp edge is not too strong, but it is there, but I didn't expect that after drinking so much, he could be knocked down for so many days.
His fighting skills seemed to be very good. Two of them had their hands broken. The others just watched the show as soon as they saw this posture and dared not come up, so there was basically no danger. Mo Yao was also happy to watch the show from the side, and Bai Liu fell.
Drink and kick people away.
He is neither bloodthirsty nor aggressive. As long as people don't mess with him, everything goes smoothly. He is a harmless young man in white.
When Mo Yao was about to reach Bai Liu, he suddenly heard a gunshot, and the whole bar became chaotic and buzzing. The sound seemed to come from the direction of the bathroom. Mo Yao noticed a very subtle movement of Bai Liu and heard
At the moment of the gunshot, a seductive edge flashed across the foggy young man's eyes. It flashed past at an incredible speed, but he saw it.
"It's killing, it's killing, someone is dead..." A bartender came out and shouted in panic. Mo Yao saw the young man he had just seen leaning against the wall with a smile that seemed to seduce people's soul.
As if, laughing at all this, as if it was all a farce and not worth mentioning. When he saw Mo Yao looking at him, he blinked at him and emitted unlimited radio waves. Mo Yao had no expression on his face and turned a blind eye.
The guests in the bar ran out as fast as they could, and Mo Yao and Bai Liu naturally didn't dare to stay any longer. They got in the car and left the bar just before the police arrived.
The car drove smoothly, but Bai Liu felt uncomfortable and ran to the side of the road to vomit. Mo Yao said, "I thought you weren't feeling uncomfortable after drinking so much."
Bai Liu didn't say anything. He rinsed his mouth with pure water and suddenly looked stern, "My painting..."
Yes, his paintings.
They left out Bai Liu's picture album.
Mo Yao said, "It's too late, the police are here, I can't have this picture album."
"No!" Bai Liu said in a deep voice, "That is one of my most important things, I can't lose it."
"Bai Liu!"
Bai Liu looked at Mo Yao and asked in a deep voice, "If you don't want to go, please lend me the car."
At that moment, the usually gentle young man was full of domineering power. Mo Yao thought to himself, could he not go? It was hard to say what would happen to this young man on his territory. As the car backed up, gunshots could be heard in the distance.
Mo Yao counted the gunshots while driving. There were twenty-one shots. The sounds from different models of pistols were different. Mo Yao heard three types of gunshots and could tell that there were three types of pistols fighting.
There was the police over there... Suddenly I heard a burst of intense gunshots, and everything turned quiet.
A total of thirty-one shots were fired. When they arrived at the door of the bar, it was a mess. Four or five police officers were lying on their bodies. The decorative lights at the door of the bar were smashed. The door was completely covered with glass. This was not a busy city, but the night market was busy and there were many people.
, those who didn’t dare to get close watched the excitement from afar. A group of people gathered upstairs on the opposite side, and there were gunshots in the bar. After the last gunshot, everything calmed down.
Mo Yao and Bai Liu didn't get out of the car. Who could get out of the car in this situation? It's unclear what's going on here. There were so many people outside, but the ones who died were police officers. In any country, killing a police officer is a serious crime. That's
It is a blatant challenge to the government's authority, and no one is willing to do it.
Mo Yao thought to himself, this must be a crazy killer. He doesn't like such killers. Killers kill for money, not bloodthirsty. His actions are undoubtedly bloodthirsty and provocative. Only a stupid killer would challenge an international society.
of police force.
"My painting..." Bai Liu said. He opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, but was held back by Mo Yao. The lights at the door of the bar were dim, and suddenly a very slender... woman... walked out from inside.
She is said to be a woman because she has chestnut curly hair, exquisite makeup, and a slender figure. She is wearing a short windbreaker and girls' jeans underneath. She looks like a female killer in a movie.
She got on a heavy motorcycle at the door and left in style.
Bai Liu narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "This is a man."
Mo Yao was slightly surprised. He recognized that it was a man so quickly. Bai Liu didn't say anything. He opened the car door and got out of the car and rushed into the bar. The wine was scattered on the floor, the glass was broken, and there were countless bullet holes on the sofa.
The bar was in a mess, with the corpses of more than a dozen police officers scattered everywhere. There was also a comment that the corpse belonged to the waiter's boy. Bai Liu couldn't find his picture album, so he didn't stay long and returned to the car.
"Where's your picture album?"
"Gone!"
"Your picture album is nothing special, who wants it from you?" Mo Yao was surprised, Bai Liu's expression turned sinister, "Yes, who took my treasure?"
Mo Yao drove away. As soon as he left, a new wave of police came. Bai Liu was very unhappy along the way because his picture album was gone, just like his son was gone. He had a sinister look on his face and wanted to find the murderer.
The one who gave birth to his son.
The paintings he made while traveling around the world are all on it, and there is no backup. To Bai Liu, they are very precious things.
"If the picture album disappears, it will disappear. Just buy another painting." Mo Yao said. Bai Liu was silent and silent. He suddenly asked, "Hey, you know that woman is a man."
"You didn't see it?" Bai Liu asked Mo Yao. Mo Yao shook his head seriously. How could he not see it? But he wanted to know how Bai Liu could see it. Bai Liu said lightly, "He must be in a hurry to change his clothes. He didn't have time to change."
The shoes on my feet are large men's shoes. Coupled with her height and walking posture, she doesn't look like a woman."
