"She doesn't sing, I sing." Mobson suddenly got up.

He has a strong gas field, and he is not angry and shocked.

The sound doesn't need to be big, but it's like thunder, and it's like being in their ears, so people can't ignore it.

Wu Gongzi wanted to provoke this man.

But when he got up, there was an invisible oppression, and he did.

This man, just temperament, knows that he does not know simple people.

His brown eyes, like an eagle, are not daunting even if they are not angry.

Even the friends brought by Wu Gongzi also banned, did not speak, and looked at Mobson without saying anything.

Mobson took the stage under the eyes of everyone.

Go to the band.

Huang Ling took the microphone and looked at Mobson like a ghost.

He sings?

Although his appearance is taller and more handsome than those singers.

But...he is a soldier, he is the head, and he wants to sing?

Cough, can the soldiers not sing?

Huang Ling’s mind suddenly appeared in a group of military uniforms, sitting with a military cap and singing together: one, two, three, four, two, three, three, four, four,

He won't sing a military song?

What Mobson said to the band, after finishing, turned around, with a smile, went to Huang Ling.

"Give me." He reached out and asked Huang Ling for a microphone.

"Do you...sing a military song or singing a love song?" Huang Ling's mouth twitched.

Is he going to take her hand to sing a military song? Still singing love songs?

"You know it." Mobson smiled. "You go on."

He didn't want them to stand on the stage and was said to be a couple.

"Oh." Huang Ling handed the microphone to him and then went down the stage.

After the stage, Huang Ling sat down in a position and looked at Mobson on the stage.

She knew that Mobson took the initiative to sing on the stage because she did not want Wu Gongzi to make her difficult.

He is a very powerful person, like a man like Wu Gongzi, how dare to provoke him?

Mobson came to the stage to sing and was helping her out.

Huang Ling’s heart has emerged, and she can’t tell the taste.

For the first time in my life, I met a brother (man) who was so good to myself. He was thinking about her everywhere. She was very moved.

Like her, Mobson stood on the stage, not at all, and his gas field also pressed the audience.

The hustle and bustle of the East, a set that began in ancient times, everything is born in the kingdom of God.

The mortal life, how many can not get it, all in the hands of Tiangong.

But if the sky knows, the distress of the world, why not give a little guidance.

Why are you born, you can’t get what you want?

Together with the songs of Mobson, Huang Ling’s eyes were bright.

Grandma, the song of this man is so beautiful!

The sound of the sound of the sky is not too much, especially what, so nice!

- Do not say idiots and dreams, I am not allowed to walk half a step.

Use my sorrow and anger, but also try hard to compare.

How do you guess the world, the joy and anger of God, how to set the way for the rise and fall of the ages.

Life can always be known, warmth gives it a mark, in the storm, the road ahead.

Do not know if you know, the age of aging is not aging.

I only know that this life is done according to my heart.

I can't ask for it, and I won't get it.

It’s also necessary to praise the heavens and ask for more than the sky.

"Good! Good!" After singing, Huang Ling jumped up, applauded with excitement, and waved at Mobson on the stage.

Mobson put down the microphone, and then jumped down on the stage very handsomely, and landed steadily, coming towards Huang Ling.