In fact, he had already seen patches on the skirt of Su Mingxue's suitcase.
He also searched the price of the skirt online, it was at least tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands...
He couldn't earn so much working at the construction site, although he was saving money and planned to buy one when he saved enough.
But today I suddenly saw Su Mingxue put on an ordinary skirt instead of a gorgeous princess dress.
At that moment, he didn't know what it felt like. He only knew that his heart hurt as if he had been hit hard.
His heart felt sour and guilt almost overwhelmed him.
He couldn't give Su Mingxue a superior life, and he couldn't even give her the most ordinary dress for Su Mingxue.
Then what else can he give Su Mingxue.
"Ayuan, please stop crying. I don't want to see tears in your eyes except in bed."
Su Mingxue raised her head from Mo Yuan's arms and touched the moist corners of his eyes.
"Um."
Mo Yuan still listened to her words and squeezed back his tears.
But his eyes were still red.
"Actually, it's really nothing. Although we have no money now, when my brother and the others forget about us, we can make money."
"In the past, it was quite boring to have whatever I wanted. Material satisfaction is not the most important thing to me, otherwise I would have too many choices. I would not go with A Yuan."
"So A Yuan, don't belittle yourself and don't think so much, you know?"
Mo Yuan nodded, lowered his body and rubbed her shoulder.
Warm breath fell on her neck.
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"You really want to go, Mo Yuan, do you owe someone money? This kind of boxing match might really kill people."
As a good friend of Mo Yuan, Li Mingyong was still trying to persuade him.
They grew up in an orphanage and had a good relationship. Been in the boxing ring before too.
But after being seriously injured once, I became afraid. So I stopped boxing.
He received a phone call from a stranger and thought it was a harassing call.
Unexpectedly, it was Mo Yuan who asked him to take him to the kind of boxing ring that only rich young men would go to.
The bar for boxers there is high;
They are all selected top boxers, which looks more enjoyable.
It's very private there, and the money earned from one fight is enough for them to earn for a year.
"Well, I need money. "
"Do not worry about me."
Mo Yuan patted his friend's shoulder, and Li Mingyong saw his silent expression. As a childhood friend, he knew that Mo Yuan was a very stubborn person and would not change his decision, so he stopped trying to persuade him.
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Underground boxing ring.
The two people on the ring were fighting fiercely.
Fists hit each other, and every duel was a collision of blood and flesh.
The air was filled with sweat and fishy smell.
Under the dim lights, every excited face in the audience was reflected. With their scarlet eyes, they stared closely at every move of the boxers on the stage, and the tyrants in their hearts reached their peak.
Li Mingyong was also in the audience. He stared worriedly at Mo Yuan, who was wearing a black eyepatch and fighting desperately on the ring.
He knew Mo Yuan's strength. Mo Yuan was like a dormant beast, calm and self-possessed, brutal and ruthless.
But compared to before, he seemed to be a little more ruthless now, as if he had something to protect and fight for.
Mo Yuan's opponent was a bald man with a scar running across his face from the bridge of his nose to his face. He looked very fierce.
He was blocking Mo Yuan in the corner, and his hammer-like fists were attacking Mo Yuan crazily.
Mo Yuan dodged quickly, but he was still hit unavoidably, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
The audience immediately burst into screams and cheers.
Li Mingyong stretched his head nervously and looked at Mo Yuan.
He knew something about this bald boxer before. He was not as fierce and powerful as he seemed on the surface. He mostly won with skills.
Mo Yuan, on the other hand, had not played for a long time and was obviously very rusty. He was already covered in paint. He was hit in the abdomen and fell heavily to the ground. His eyebrows were bruised and purple, and the corners of his mouth were covered in blood.
Seeing that the winner was almost decided, the audience found it boring. Just as he was waiting for the referee to count the seconds, Mo Yuan stood up.
His muscles were dripping with glistening sweat, every inch of his bronzed skin was sexy, and even though his face was covered in scars, he couldn't hide his handsomeness.
Some female spectators in the audience couldn't help but dazzle. Such people shouldn't just be in the ring.
However, only victory is the focus in the ring. Everyone is just waiting for Scar Man to defeat Mo Yuan again.
The scarred man also felt that after taking so long, this time he would beat Mo Yuan until he couldn't get up. His chest was heaving, and he gave Mo Yuan a fake punch and was about to hit him in the face.
Li Mingyong stood up suddenly, pursed his lips so tightly that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
But Mo Yuan's next counterattack was so beautiful that everyone burst out screaming.
He dodged all Scar's dense attacks, and hit the opponent's face with an uppercut. The muscles on the Scar man's face were trembling, and his whole neck turned red.
When he wanted to fight back, Mo Yuan's fist was so hard, fierce and accurate that it hit him like a storm, making it impossible for him to fight back.
Mo Yuan himself also had red eyes, and his knuckles seemed to be broken.
But he punched hard as if he was unconscious, with only Su Mingxue's skirt in his mind.
If he wins, Su Mingxue can wear a beautiful dress.
Mo Yuan didn't come back to his senses until the referee stopped him.
But the scarred man's head was buzzing, his legs and feet were paralyzed, and his vision was blurred as he lay on the ring.
He was not willing to lose like this!
He had to admit.
In the face of absolute speed and power, all skills are rubbish and worthless!
He lost.
"Mo Yuan, let's go to the hospital quickly!"
Li Mingyong helped Mo Yuan, who was also injured, to go to the hospital, but he refused.
I just went to a small clinic to get fluids and put ice on the redness and swelling on my face.
He asked Li Mingyong to take his money and buy the dress photo he searched for on his mobile phone. It was the same new model Su Mingxue had worn, a dark green dress dress, priced at 128,000.
"You... went to a boxing match and got injured like this just to buy a skirt?"
"Don't you have a cross-dressing fetish?"
Li Mingyong looked at the princess dress on the screen in disbelief.
"No, I bought it for my girlfriend."
"Ah...you are in love! No wonder..."
An ambiguous expression appeared on Li Mingyong's face, he winked at him, and sighed again:
"Others spend money to fall in love, but you waste your life to fall in love."
