Chapter 81: I'll Take You Out to Eat

  "Let's go find something to eat." Mozilo affectionately pinched my nose, I didn't react quickly enough, and being touched like that made me blush with anger: "Don't do this to me." It's as if he really knows me well, I truly suspect he has done this more than once to other girls.

  Mo Ziluo didn't seem annoyed at all, nor did he look impatient. He seemed to have a good temperament and the aura around him was not like that of an artist at all. He looked at me with a pampering gaze and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to find something delicious." As he spoke, he pulled my hand and I jumped out of the car.

  "There are so many people outside, aren't you afraid that half of them might be your fans? They'll mob you and make you feel good." I glanced around and said softly to him. He shook his head: "I'm not afraid, it's not the first time, I'm wearing sunglasses, they can only guess whether I'm which artist or not, besides, there are many people on the street wearing sunglasses, not just me. Let's go, I'll take you to get ice cream."

  We arrived at an open-air ice cream shop, his low and slightly nasal voice was very pleasant to listen to, every sentence he spoke made it impossible for people to leave their eyes on him. It's not that I exaggerated his voice, but the waitress standing in front of us right now looked distracted just by listening to him. I couldn't help but shout loudly: "Hey, can we go get ice cream now?"

  The waitress was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses. She nodded, her face flushing with embarrassment. Five minutes later, after she brought the ice cream up, she asked Mo Zhi Luo with a weak and admiring gaze: "Excuse me, are you the Asian superstar Mo Zhi Luo?"

  I tensed up, swallowing hard, and couldn't believe that Muzi Luo's fans were everywhere. I thought I was doomed to be discovered, but Muzi Luo's face remained calm and collected, as if everything was under his control. He didn't take off his sunglasses, but the smooth skin outside them made me wonder what he looked like behind them.

  He said faintly, "Many people have said so before, and I also think I'm very similar to him. I even think I'm more handsome than Muzi Luo, so I don't want to take off my sunglasses. Sunglasses can give people a sense of mystery, don't you think?"

  The waiter hastily nodded and bowed: "Sorry to disturb you, I'll go work first." This reaction was too rapid, Mo Ziluo was also too formidable, doing things in an orderly manner without letting people detect any flaws. Indeed, being an artist for a long time is different.

  I lowered my head to savor the delicious ice cream, eating it allowed me to temporarily forget about the existence of others, including Mo Ziluo. Mo Ziluo quietly watched me, he ate very little, almost not at all, just watching me eat. When I finished and looked up, I found his gaze burning intensely on me, I asked somewhat unnaturally: "What are you looking at? Why aren't you eating any yourself, it's such a waste, this ice cream is so delicious."

  "It's alright, just watching you eat is fine." He smiled slightly.

  I stood up and said to him, "Then I'm full, let's go." He nodded, took the car key and went to the front desk to pay. I walked out of the store, Mo Ziluo caught up with me, he walked beside me, sighed lightly, and said helplessly, "Why don't you ever wait for me, do you want to scare me to death?"

  I glanced at him and sneered: "I never said I'd wait for you, you should know that I've never waited for anyone."