The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 437 Can You Dance?
The sea breeze blew her hair a little loose, and a few mischievous strands of hair brushed her pink cheeks. Her two cheeks were bulging, like an innocent little girl.

He involuntarily picked up the camera.

Click!

A photo freezes.

Yan Zhixin turned her head when she heard the sound, with a smile on her face: "Brother Mo Mo..."

Click!

Another photo freezes.

"Why shoot me?" Yan Zhixin pursed her lips, but she didn't mean to really blame him. She ran to him and asked, "Help me find out what's going on with this conch, why can't you blow it?"

Mo Junting said with a smile: "Conch shells that can be picked up on the beach and can be blown out are rare, and it's normal that they can't be blown."

Yan Zhixin was a little unconvinced: "Then why can everything sold in the store be blown?"

Mo Junting said lightly: "It was artificially processed in the later stage."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Well, she will never believe in anything natural again!
Back in the town, Yan Zhixin quickly forgot about these small details, and happily looked at the restaurants on both sides of the street to see if there was any food she was interested in.

But in fact, she doesn't have to worry about where to eat and what to eat.

Because, Mo Junting can always find the most authentic restaurant in the area.

Mo Junting had never been to these places, and as a young master, he would not search the streets with his mobile phone. Yan Zhixin guessed in his heart that either Ling Shan was helping behind the scenes, or the almighty servant was working hard.

Yan Zhixin felt a little embarrassed.

They are so motivating when they come out to play, I feel sorry.

She didn't know that Mo Junting coming out alone with her was already the most uninspiring way to mobilize people.

According to his usual ostentation, there would be dozens if not hundreds of people in the open and in the dark.

After dinner, the lights are already on.

This town is much more prosperous and lively than the previous one, and the town has a very traditional custom of dancing in the square at night—not a square dance, but a ballroom dance between men and women.

It is less ambiguous than tango, less elegant than waltz, but more playful and lively than other ballroom dances.

After the dance is over, there is a tacit understanding between friends and lips between husband and wife, and they go away as soon as they touch it, without affection.

Yan Zhixin sat by the side of the square and watched them dance to the beat, feeling a little itchy in her heart, she turned her head and asked, "Can you dance?"

(End of this chapter)