The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 511 Grandpa Promises to Help
In astonishment, Li Muhao stepped onto the stage with his guitar in hand. With the advantage of his long legs, he easily stepped up the half-meter-high stage.

Sitting on the high chair that the singer had just sat on, due to his height, he raised the chair a little bit higher, put the guitar on his body, lowered his head, and tried the sound with his slender fingers.

Zeng Li was very surprised, he didn't expect that this idle lord could play the guitar, when the six strings formed a melody between Li Muhao's fingers, a soothing old song also sounded.

If I got down a my knees and pleaded with you
If I crossed a million oceans just to be with you
would you ever let me down
……

when singing

because I love you. love you
love you so don't let me down
……

Li Muhao raised his gaze, crossed countless booths, and landed on Zeng Li's face. He performed very affectionately, and the expression on his handsome face was rare and serious.

Moreover, his voice is very magnetic, and his deep and soothing interpretation is very pleasant.

Zeng Li covered his lips in surprise, and forgot to drink the beer he just picked up. Looking at Li Muhao, he was surprised and surprised.

It never occurred to me that this kind of idler second prince also has such a literary side.

Would love to hear such an old love song...

There is an illusion that the man on the stage seems to be confessing to her, but she only likes the beautiful music, but not the interpreter.

The soothing and beautiful melody pierced into the eardrums, and the thoughts drifted away. In a trance, the handsome face of the man on the stage was blurred a little bit, and gradually, it turned into Mo Zhiqian's handsome face.

A tall and handsome man, sitting on a high chair, playing the guitar, singing for her alone.

The hand covering his lips became resting on his chin. The corners of Zeng Li's lips were slightly curved, and his love for the singer on the stage could not be concealed between his brows and eyes.

After a love song ended, Li Muhao unloaded his guitar and got up and walked off the stage amidst bursts of applause. He looked very proud, bent over with his sinister face, and gently patted Zeng Li's elbow.

"Hey, I'm still in a nympho."

Zeng Li suddenly came back to his senses. Just now, she had been imagining that it was Mo Zhiqian, so... she was fascinated.

He casually took the beer and handed it to Li Muhao, smiled and said, "I never thought you could sing."

"Of course," Li Muhao picked up the warehouse manager and sat down in the booth, "I've been in the art soldier before, sir."

"Have you ever been a soldier?"

Zeng Li was surprised, and looked Li Muhao up and down, not believing in his heart that a man who served as a soldier should have a righteous and dignified image, and shouldn't look like a ruffian like him.

The past of retiring with excuses is not a glorious thing, Li Muhao touched his nose guiltily and said, "I just say it casually, and you really believe it?"

"Cut!" Zeng Li dismissed it, and saw Li Muhao pick up the beer bottle, and before drinking the beer, he turned his handsome face and looked at Zeng Li with a half-smile, "By the way, were you fascinated by me just now?"

"Don't be smug, I'm an adult, so I won't be fascinated by a kid."

"It's hurtful for you to talk like that." Li Muhao stepped back and frowned unhappyly, "I'm not young, I'm a grown man, okay?"

"Okay, you are an adult." Zeng Li obviously didn't want to continue this kind of unnutritious topic with him.

The two listened to the song for a while, and Zeng Li proposed to go back. Even though he was used to the life of a night owl, Li Muhao still didn't force him.

Back in his room, he took a hot shower and changed into pajamas. Before resting, Zeng Li called Mo Zhiqian.

"... Zhiqian, what's going on with the matter, don't worry, grandpa said he would help..."

(End of this chapter)