Lucky to Have You Till the End

"Are you a star? God, you are so handsome!"

"Can I ask you for an autograph?"

"I want to take a photo with you!"

A few young girls carrying schoolbags stood by the flower bed, looking at the god-like man with excitement and joy. Everyone's cheeks flushed, as if they had seen a long-lost idol.

Looking at this scene, Tang Xinyan was a little speechless, but he had to admit that Mo Chiwei had such a charm.

When he stops there, even if he doesn't do anything, his handsome appearance, calm temperament, and tall figure can attract a large group of girls.

Mo Chiwei ignored those little girls who looked admiringly, pursing thin lips like a sharp blade, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "I did something wrong the other day and misunderstood my wife."

What wife?

Tang Xinyan could not help but turn red when she heard the words "Mrs."

She glared at the man, waved to him, motioned him to stop talking.

When she made this request, she didn't expect him to agree, but now—

Too embarrassing, too embarrassed, and too embarrassed!

Mo Chiwei didn't seem to see Tang Xinyan's beckoning gesture, his low and sultry voice continued to sound unhurriedly, "Mrs. Mo, I was not good that night. I misunderstood you if I didn't listen to you, and did I apologize to you for what hurt you, please forgive me!"

The golden light spilled from the top of his head, making him coated with a warm halo. Tang Xinyan looked at him sincerely and earnestly, her heartstrings seemed to be gently pulled by an invisible tentacle.

Slightly sour, slightly rising, and slightly moving.

If it were Fu Sichen, even if he held a gun at him, he would not apologize to her in front of so many people!

The few little girls standing closest to the flower bed followed Mo Chiwei’s deep and charming gaze, and saw Tang Xinyan standing next to Maserati, running towards her excitedly, "Are you Mrs. Mo? God, you are so happy. Yay!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Mo is so sincere, no matter what he did wrong, forgive him!"

"Yes, yes, you have a husband like Mr. Mo, you definitely saved the galaxy in your last life!"

Tang Xinyan was embarrassed and embarrassed.

Qiaomei's face was scorching hot in the sun. She cupped her cheeks in her hands and glared at Wei Mo Chi in shame, "Stop talking, come down!"

Mo Chiwei jumped down from the flower bed gracefully and neatly. When he walked towards her, the crowd of onlookers consciously made a way for him, like an emperor, and followed him with looking up. Upright figure.

Standing before and after her, he held her soft boneless hand, "Forgive me?"

Tang Xinyan wanted to repent, but it was not her style to break the bridge and cross the river.

Nodding, under everyone's gaze, she lowered her head and said, "Well, I don't care about you."

"Wow, Mrs. Mo forgave Mr. Mo!"

The little girls took out their phones and wanted to take pictures. Mo Chiwei reached out and stopped them. "Mrs. Mo doesn't want to make it public for the time being. If you take pictures and post them online, Mrs. Mo will be angry and won't forgive Mr. Mo again."

The little girls immediately ‘teached’ Mrs. Mo, who didn’t know good or bad with his small faces, "This is what you are wrong, a good man like Mr. Mo, if you don’t cherish it, we will all become your rivals!"

Tang Xinyan was ashamed.

This man is too able to reap the hearts of girls. He didn't do anything yet, so he let a few little girls turn to him.