.It's just that when Han Bi went to Hollywood back then, this relationship was very secretive and no one knew about it.Besides, outsiders don't care about her either. Everyone is more interested in Ha...Xiaobai had a moment of confusion, not knowing what Ji Bing was referring to until his gaze fell on Ji Bing's finger. Then he suddenly understood. Xiaobai sat up and took Ji Bing's hand. This ring was carefully chosen by him, and it looked very beautiful on her finger. Her fingers were slender, fair, and as pretty as water lilies. The ring looked especially good on them.

His eyes welled up with emotion, he seriously reflected on this period of time, he had indeed wronged Ji Bing. Mo Xiaobai smiled and said, "It's true, I didn't lie to you, I chased after the person and proposed, naturally I want to be with you for life."

This was his initial promise, the most important promise a boy from the Mo family could make. From a young age, Ye Wei had said that life itself could be given up, but promises must be kept. When one makes a promise to someone else, it must be fulfilled. This applied to both others and oneself; one should never break a promise.

She said, don't make promises easily, but if you do make a promise, be sure to keep it.

He always kept Ye Wei's words in mind and kept his promise.

A dazzling smile slowly bloomed on Ji Bing's face. She took Xiaobai's hand, her own warm and firm, "Then when are we getting married"

Mo Xiaobai was taken aback. Ji Binghong blushed, smiling shyly yet happily, "I want to marry you, to be your wife. You said that when I get a little better, we'll get married. My body has always been like this, not good or bad. How about we just get married I want to watch the sunrise with you every day and see you every morning when I wake up."

Once engaged, marriage is inevitable.

Mo Xiaobai also knew that he had the thought of living a lifetime with Ji Bing, but when Ji Bing suddenly brought it up, it caught him off guard, as if things shouldn't have happened this way.

It shouldn't be like this, when to get married should be up to us, not him making the decision.

He felt he was still young and wasn't in a hurry. Mo Xiaobai also felt that he was sometimes quite contradictory. He wanted to be with Ji Bing for life, but he also felt that he was still young and didn't want to get married so early.

Once he got married, he would lose his freedom. He loved freedom the most. Taking care of Ji Bing was his duty, but marriage... wasn't it too early Mo Xiaobai really hesitated. He wasn't even twenty-four yet, he was still so young.

Ji Bing's happiness dimmed inch by inch, "You don't want to"

"No, no, Ji Bing, don't misunderstand." Mo Xiaobai hurriedly grabbed her hand. "I don't mean I'm unwilling, I just think it's too early, I'm still young. Can we wait a few years"

"Will you definitely marry me"

"Of course!"

"Since you're going to marry me sooner or later, why wait a few more years If I marry you, nothing will change. Whether we get married or not, isn't it almost the same I promise I won't bother you." Ji Bing said with a smile.

Mo Xiaobai was speechless. He could be suave and charming, showering people with sweet words, leading them astray without a trace. But he just couldn't deceive Ji Bing.

He was serious about Ji Bing, no joking around, no lies. Facing such a crystal clear person, he couldn't say anything.

Mo Xiaobai felt relieved. She was right, whether you get married early or late, it's still marriage. Then let's just get married sooner.

"Great!"

"You agreed" Ji Bing's face lit up with joy, so smoothly that she herself couldn't believe it.

Mo Xiaobai nodded. "Wait for me to say hello to Daddy and Mommy, and ask them when they're returning to Rome. I'll take you back to see them."

Ji Bing was overjoyed. Thinking about meeting Mo Xiaobai's parents and getting married to him soon, her heart blossomed like a white dove taking flight, scattering happiness everywhere. In this moment, she sincerely thanked heaven for bringing her together with Mo Xiaobai.

The man I love most in this life.

Mo Xiaobai smiled and embraced her.

Well, then. Let's get married.

Even a grave, with her in it, would be a happy grave.

He won't regret it, won't regret it.

Mo Xiaobai kept telling himself, he didn't regret it, absolutely not.

……

Bai Liu had drunk a lot, his face was deathly pale, his eyes were misty and bright, looking particularly alluring. Mo Yao could feel the predatory gazes around him. He had a feeling that as soon as he left, these men who seemed to have been starving for centuries would pounce on Bai Liu.

Mo Yao, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, drank a cup of tea and immediately went to the bathroom. He wanted to see how Bai Liu would resolve this crisis. The bathroom was independent and spacious, but Mo Yao heard sounds similar to moaning. At first, they were faint, but gradually, it seemed like something was being suppressed. The sound became more intense, with choked sobs from a broken throat, accompanied by heavy banging against the wall separating the two rooms.

He heard the two men's breathing.

Mo Yao frowned, her lips pressed together in distaste. This kind of bar's men's restroom was the most vulgar and frivolous, a good place to settle scores. Unfortunately, he didn't know, he had no experience. When Mo Yao washed his hands, the door next to him suddenly opened. A very handsome young man from the East walked out, his clothes disheveled, with a very obvious qgyu scent. His hair was messy but gave off an unruly charm. He wasn't very old, only seventeen or eighteen years old. A tight dark blue shirt, with three buttons undone, revealing a clear bite mark on his neck. Such a trace was full of ambiguity. The tight clothes excessively outlined his waistline, which was less than an inch in circumference. His legs were long and slender, and he exuded an enchanting and seductive aura.

Mo Yao thought, this was a very charming young man. He saw Mo Yao staring at him, and suddenly smiled, asking in Italian, "Hey, are you interested in me"

He asked directly, Mo Yao didn't mind, just shook his head. Men who came to a bar like this would be a certain type of person. He knew that the boy was unwillingly clinging on. The smell on him made Mo Yao feel disgusted. With a sudden increase in strength, he pushed the boy away. The boy was very agile, but possibly after a xgshi, his legs had no strength. As soon as he softened, he fell to the side.

Mo Yao looked on coldly. The young man sat leaning against the wall, his long legs curled up, drawing a line across his lips with his index finger. He didn't look flustered, more like he was alluring. "So crude, but I like rough men,"

Mo Yao glanced at the washroom. Another man seemed to be tidying his clothes inside, and perhaps feeling embarrassed, he hadn't come out yet. Mo Yao had no interest in pestering this young man any further. She turned off the faucet and went out, a soft chuckle following her from behind.

He frowned, these young people nowadays, how come they all look so... uninspired.

Even a boy from a nightclub, Rome is not a good place to produce such characters.

When Mo Yao came out, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Five men lay beside Bai Liu. He was stepping on one man's chest with one foot, swaying a whiskey in his hand, his face expressionless, as transparent as glass. He looked like a demon in white, shaking its devilish wings. At that moment, under the light, the young man's image was tall, intimidating, majestic, and inviolable. He suddenly moved his wrist, and the liquor poured into the man's eyes. The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

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He seemed quite skilled in combat. Two people had already broken their hands, and the rest, seeing this, decided to just watch the show and wouldn't dare step forward. So there wasn't really much danger. Mo Yao was happy to watch from the sidelines, while Bai Liu poured himself a drink and kicked someone away with his foot.

He isn't bloodthirsty, nor is he combative. As long as people don't provoke him, everything is fine; he is a harmless white-clad youth.

As Mo Yao was about to reach Bai Liu's side, a gunshot suddenly rang out. The entire bar erupted into chaos, buzzing with noise. The sound seemed to come from the direction of the restroom. Mo Yao noticed a very subtle movement from Bai Liu – the moment the gunshot sounded, the eyes of this misty young man flashed with a captivating sharpness, a fleeting glance that was so fast it was almost unbelievable, but he saw it.

"Someone's dead, someone's dead..." A bartender came out from inside, shouting in panic. Mo Yao saw the young man he had just seen leaning against the wall, smiling as if he were about to hook people's souls, watching everything with amusement, as if it were all a farce, not worth mentioning. He saw Mo Yao looking at him and winked, sending out endless waves. Mo Yao remained expressionless and ignored him.

The patrons in the bar scrambled to get out, Mo Yao and Bai Liu naturally didn't dare linger either. They got into their car just before the police arrived and drove away.

The car was driving very steadily, but Bai Liu felt unwell. He ran to the side of the road and vomited violently. Mo Yao said, “I thought you wouldn’t feel sick. You drank so much.”

Bai Liu didn't speak, rinsed his mouth with pure water, and suddenly his expression stiffened. "My painting..."

Yes, his paintings.

They missed Bai Liu's sketchbook.

Mò Yáo said, “It’s too late, the police are here. I can’t take this sketchbook.”

"Not a chance!" Bai Liu said in a low voice, "That's one of my most important things, I can't lose it."

"Bai Liu!"

Bai Liu looked at Mo Yao and asked in a low voice, "If you don't go, just lend me the car."

At that moment, the usually gentle boy was full of domineering spirit. Mo Yao thought to himself, could he really not go This young master doing something on his territory wouldn't be good to talk about. The car reversed, and from afar, gunshots were heard.

Mo Yao was counting the gunshots while driving, a total of twenty-one shots. The sound of gunfire from different types of handguns is different, and Mo Yao could hear three types of gunfire, indicating that there were three types of handguns engaged in combat.

There were police… Suddenly, a burst of intense gunfire rang out, then silence returned.

There were thirty-one shots in total. When they arrived at the bar, it was a mess. Four or five police officers lay dead, the decorative lights outside the bar were smashed, and the entrance was covered in glass. This wasn't in the city center, but the night market was bustling with people. Those who dared not approach watched from afar. The building opposite had a crowd gathered on the upper floors. There were still gunshots inside the bar. After the last shot, everything fell silent.

Mo Yao and Bai Liu didn't get out of the car. In this situation, who would dare to get out It's unclear what's going on here. There are so many people outside. Who died The police In any country, killing a police officer is a serious crime. It's a direct challenge to the government's power. No one would want to do that.

Mo Yao thought, this must be a crazy killer. He didn't like such killers. Killers killed for money, not bloodlust. This guy was clearly bloodthirsty, provocative. A stupid killer would challenge an international police force.

"My painting..." Bai Liu said, opening the car door to get out, but was pulled back by Mo Yao. The light at the entrance of the bar was dim, and suddenly a very slender figure... woman... walked out from inside.

She was said to be a woman because she had auburn curly hair, delicate makeup, a slender figure, and was wearing a short windbreaker with trousers. She looked like an assassin straight out of a movie scene.

She hopped on a motorcycle at the door and left in a dashing manner.

Bai Liu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "This is a man."

Mo Yao was slightly surprised. He identified the man so quickly, but Bai Liu didn't speak. He opened the car door and got out, rushing into the bar. The place was a mess: spilled liquor, broken glass, bullet holes riddled in the couches. Bodies of over ten policemen lay scattered everywhere, along with one belonging to a waiter. Bai Liu couldn't find his sketchbook; he didn't linger, simply getting back into the car.

"Where's your sketchbook"

"Gone!"

"Your sketchbook isn't anything special, who would want it" Mo Yao found it strange. Bai Liu's expression turned sinister, "Yeah, who took my treasure."

Mo Yao drove away. As soon as he left, a new wave of police arrived. Bai Liu was very unhappy all the way because his sketchbook was gone, like his son was gone. He had a gloomy face and wanted to find the person who killed his son.

All the paintings he made while traveling the world are on display, with no backups. To Bai Liu, that's something very precious.

"A sketchbook disappearing is a sketchbook disappearing, just buy another one." Mo Yao said, Bai Liu was sulking in silence. He suddenly asked, “Hey, you know that woman is actually a man, right"

“Didn’t you notice” Bai Liu asked Mo Yao, who shook his head seriously. How could he not have noticed But he wanted to know how Bai Liu had figured it out. Bai Liu said calmly, “He must have been in a hurry changing clothes and didn’t have time to change shoes. He’s wearing oversized men's shoes. Plus his height and walking posture, it doesn’t look like a woman at all.”, "What if it's related to Yu Ning"Tang Shuwen's face remained unchanged, but her eyes moved slightly. She said calmly, "Xue Ru, please sit down."If it's about another woman, she shouldn't go. Xiao Ni...