To be honest, among the women he has dated, there are only a handful of women who can match Xu Zui's appearance.
Xu Zui has a kind of heroic spirit, and his extremely gorgeous appearance embodies the heroic spirit that only a soldier can have, which is very unique.
Alas, such a perfect woman turns out to be a violent maniac...
God is indeed fair.
He was following her, thinking about something, and suddenly he saw something fall out of Xu Zui's trouser pocket. Xu Zui didn't notice it, and just walked slowly and aimlessly.
He didn't dare to call her. It was weird enough to follow him, but if he rushed to call her, wouldn't he be laughed to death by the woman?
He walked forward a few steps, picked up the wallet, and looked at it up and down.
Brand new, it looks like I just bought it recently.
He looked at it maliciously, thinking that if he hid this leather bag and waited for Xu Zui to buy something and get the money, there would definitely be something good to see.
He happily held the leather bag in his hand, and with a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw a photo in the wallet.
Mo Ling looked at Xu Zui walking in front and swallowed.
This woman is not the kind of person who hides photos of her dream lover in her wallet. Could it be a family photo?
He was a little curious, so he opened it carefully.
The moonlight was dim, and the two small figures in the photo appeared in front of his eyes. His eyes widened slightly, and his pupils shrank violently.
Damn it! Shouldn’t all this black history be wiped out by him? Why does Xu Zui exist?!
He waited viciously for the young and ignorant self who was tricked by his mother into dressing up as a woman. The first thought in his mind was to destroy this last photo!
But!
He, no, dares!
This is Xu Zui's thing, how dare he tear it apart!
What is this guy doing hiding his photo here?
Do you take it out every day to admire his former "scenery" so that you can laugh at him?
He was so depressed that he looked at his old photos again and felt so ashamed.
He looked at the little boy standing next to him again, and felt a little emotional in his heart.
I don’t know where this guy has gone. I once said that I wanted to marry him...
I wonder how this guy will fare when he grows up...
He stuffed the photo back, looked at Xu Zui walking further and further in front of him, and quickly trotted after him.
Xu Zui knew that Mo Ling was following behind her, but she was too lazy to care about him.
She was in a bad mood. Ever since she answered her father's call, she had been thinking about one thing.
She had never considered this matter since she found out about it, but now, she had to think about it.
She has always scorned political marriage, and now, for her father, she must sacrifice something.
She probably will never meet the second person she likes in this life. If she simply wastes her life, it is better to marry someone who is more valuable.
She took out her mobile phone and called up a number, then dialed it slowly.
It rang for a while and then the call was answered.
"Xu Zui?"
This voice had a hint of sleepiness, was hoarse and magnetic, and was very pleasant to hear. Xu Zui leaned against the telephone pole and asked casually: "Does what you said to me five years ago still count?"
The man seemed to wake up and chuckled, "Why don't you ask me if I'm married?"
"So what? The person you like is me, right? Just get married and divorce." She said carelessly.