Love Deep and Sweet Love: Overbearing President Says He Loves Me

"Then does your mommy like someone now? Or are there other uncles who have been pestering your mommy?"

"Yes, I have."

"Who?"

"you."

"Me?" Viscount Mo was embarrassed, but why did he pester her?

"Where am I entangled..."

"I've already washed your clothes for you, you..." Xu Qingge suddenly came out of the bathroom at this time, and happened to see Viscount Mo holding his hands and looking at the red beans.

"After washing, you send it to the military area."

Mo Zijue's words were so domineering that Xu Qingge was powerless to refuse him.

That's okay, after the clothes are given to him, there will be no relationship between them.

She nodded slightly, agreeing.

Looking down at the time, she found that it was very late, so she urged, "It's getting late, you should go back early."

What she meant was obvious, and Viscount Mo was a little displeased, but he wasn't thick-skinned to that extent.

So she got up, straightened her wrinkled clothes, and approached her, "Well, I'll go first."

"En." Xu Qingge nodded, with a heavy nasal voice.

But Viscount Mo actually stood still.

Why don't you go!

Xu Qingge winked.

What do you say?

Viscount Mo gave her a look.

Xu Qingge expressed his helplessness, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a compromise, "Well, I'll send you down."

Mo Zijue snorted softly, took her hand and walked out directly.

Xu Qingge quickly turned around and said to Hongdou, "Hongdou, watch TV and wait for me, I will take uncle downstairs."

Hongdou glanced at it, and responded sullenly, "Oh."

In the elevator, Xu Qingge wanted to pull out the hand held by Viscount Mo, but when she tried harder, the man's grip tightened.

Therefore, Xu Qingge only prayed for the elevator to be faster.

"What are you afraid of? Hmm?"

Viscount Mo looked at Xu Qingge, her sullen look, and the sweat on her palms.

"No, nothing."

Seeing that she was a little flustered, Viscount Mo pushed her against the elevator door, approaching her face, and they were warm and ambiguous, lingering around.

He hooked her sharp chin with one hand, a trace of pity flashed in his cold eyes, and then said in an extremely gentle voice, "Have you thought about me these years?"

Xu Qingge was startled by what he asked, and there was a messy gleam in those beautiful eyes, as if he was hiding something.

"Why...why ask this?"

"I would like to know."

In fact, Viscount Mo really wanted to ask, have you ever loved me?But he swallowed the words, how could Xu Qingge love him, didn't she love his second brother Mo Qiyu?

Otherwise, how could she have given her most precious thing to Mo Qiyu on the night of his birthday after he had doted on her for 15 years.

Thinking of what happened back then, he couldn't help but feel the pain in his chest and it was hard to breathe.

Xu Qingge didn't answer this question, because she didn't want to have any more entanglements with them.

She didn't dare to tell him that for the past six years, she had been thinking about him, and the nightmare from six years ago was always haunting her, so she had to take sleeping pills every night for these years.

So what if he thought about it, he would just treat himself as a younger sister forever, otherwise why would she be the only one to call him brother.

Viscount Mo didn't force her, but asked another question, "Will you go home with me?"

"No, I won't go back, my life is good now." Xu Qingge shook his head and refused.

"Being bullied by a bastard is what you said? Eh?" Mo Zijue's thin lips pressed tightly against her, and Xu Qingge's ears blush with that handsome face so close at hand.

"Forehead?"

asshole?Which bastard bullied her?

Viscount Mo tied the thin hair on her cheeks behind her ears with his hands, and leaned against her ears, "I won't force you, I will always wait for you."