Your Excellency, I love you!

Luo Qiangwei was looking down at his bloody wound intently, and subconsciously frowned upon hearing this, "Why should I tell you?"

why.

He doesn't deserve it.

If it was Yan Chu, would she not wait to tell him to share happiness, joy, and everything about her.

It wouldn't work if it was him, Mo Shiche - as Yun Shen said, she no longer loves him completely, she has been chasing him for 17 years, and now she is tired of playing.

The corner of Mo Shiche's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and he suddenly moved away his injured hand, not letting the waiter continue to deal with it, "You don't have to do it," he looked up at Luo Qiangwei, "Come here."

Luo Qiangwei froze for a moment, and frowned, "But I can't, I'm not a doctor, you still have glass scum on your hand... If I don't fix it properly, I won't kill you."

"Then it will hurt me to death," he hooked his thin lips coldly, "isn't it just what you want?"

Luo Qiangwei, "..."

Why did he suddenly become so angry when he was so good?

She couldn't fathom his emotions, but Mo Shiche refused to let the waiter touch his hand no matter what, it seemed like... If you don't deal with it, then I'll just let it go...

And it is true that his hand was hurt because he blocked it for her, otherwise the glass would have hit her.

Luo Qiangwei had no choice but to take the treatment tool, squatted down and carefully cleaned the wound for him with tweezers.

Her movements were insignificant, and the waiter felt pain even looking at them from the sidelines, but Mo Shiche didn't show any expression, he just lowered his head and stared at the woman's side face, his eyes were deep and focused.

Because of her nervousness, Luo Qiangwei exerted a little force as soon as her hand shook, and blood gushed out...

She quickly bit her lower lip, "Is it painful?"

"No pain."

She felt pain when she looked at it, "...Don't lie to me, just say it hurts, and scold me if you feel comfortable scolding me."

The man said lightly, "It's comfortable for you, can you let me go?"

The waiter hurriedly lowered her head, Luo Qiangwei blushed, gritted her teeth and said, "...you deserve it!"

After finally taking care of the dressing, Luo Qiangwei broke out in a cold sweat, her legs were limp when she got up, and was hugged by the man who stood up together, she looked up at him in surprise, "Don't you feel any pain?"

Mo Shiche didn't speak.

Of course the pain is painful, but this little bit of pain is nothing compared to when it happens.

"Why on earth did you ask me to bandage you?" She frowned suspiciously, "Could it be that there will be some sequelae in the future that can be blamed on me..."

The corners of the man's slightly narrowed eyes showed evil spirits, "Because I want to experience the feeling of your hands and feet on me, and give you a chance to take the initiative to fuck me."

Luo Qiangwei, "..."

Does this fucking have a face anymore!

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the hall, Liang Zixing walked in front with her mouth covered, and a group of reporters behind her with microphones and cameras were chasing her, asking all kinds of questions.

And Liang Zixing obviously didn't want to answer, he was almost running away...

Seeing this, Luo Qiangwei frowned, broke away from Mo Shiche, and walked over, blocking the reporters who were chasing him, smiling slightly, "What should be photographed has already been photographed, Ms. Liang is the victim, there is no need for her to worry about this matter." Any response, I think you're after the wrong guy."

Although Luo Qiangwei hasn't released any of her works yet, her topicality is already high enough. Coupled with her beauty and identity, she can be regarded as the most popular new artist recently.

The reporters turned their cameras on her almost immediately—

Standing in the rest area not far away, Mo Shichejun's face turned cold, and he strode forward with long legs. When the reporter almost poked the microphone into Luo Qiangwei's face, he grabbed her waist and hugged her whole body. He hugged him in his arms.