Your Excellency, I love you!

"Here to bring you food." Luo Qiangwei took out all the food in the lunch box and put the chopsticks and spoons in his hand, "Eat, I will sit here with you."

"Luo Qiangwei."

"I'm here," she curled her hair, "What's the rush, President Mo? We'll talk about it after dinner."

Mo Shiche looked at her for a few more seconds before picking up his chopsticks.

When he took the first bite, Luo Qiangwei said leisurely, "Mr. Mo... You have done this kind of thing behind my back not once or twice."

Before Mo Shiche could understand the meaning of this sentence, an extremely violent sour taste spread in his mouth.

He never eats sour, and it can even be said that he hates and resents it.

The sour-smelling Mo Shiche clenched his five fingers holding the chopsticks tightly, and frowned tightly, as if he was enduring something extremely painful.

It's just that his upbringing made it impossible for him to just vomit, even though he was close to vomiting.

"I made all these meals myself," Luo Qiangwei looked at him with a smile, "President Mo, what about you... always like to die behind my back... In this case, why don't you let me go?" Sour."

Mo Shiche frowned and looked at her. He was as smart as him, and instantly understood that she knew, but he didn't care about other things at the moment, but said in a low voice with some difficulty, "Luo Qiangwei...too... sour. "

"I learned from you. I randomly guessed that you like sour food by myself, and then made it for you without asking anything. Isn't this very similar to you who randomly speculated on me, and then died without saying a word?"

With a fake smile on Luo Qiangwei's face, she put her hand on her lower abdomen and caressed, "Okay, eat quickly, or I will take your son and jump from here."

Mo Shiche watched her movements, his eyes trembled slightly, and when she met the woman's gaze, she tilted her head, "President Mo won't eat...you want me to die?"

Mo Shiche's sore Adam's apple was rolled so hard that he picked up his chopsticks again and ate the food in the bowl mouthful.

As he ate, he felt...wanted...to die.

Probably when the voodoo attack... It was not as painful as eating these dishes, it was so sour that his fingertips were trembling, but he had to eat it without changing his expression.

What's even more frightening is...even the rice is sour, every bite is more sour than the last.

After eating all the food and drinking a large bowl of sour soup, Mo Shiche's face turned pale, his beautiful brows were wrinkled, and his thin lips turned white.

Luo Qiangwei took out a piece of paper, leaned over to wipe his mouth gently and virtuously, "Are you full?"

Mo Shiche's thin lips moved, and the tip of his tongue was sore that he couldn't straighten it. It took him a while to say hoarsely, "You just said... my son?"

"That's right, I'll take you to see it," Luo Qiangwei said as she took out a bottle of drink from her bag and handed it to him, "You felt too sour after eating just now, drink some of this to relieve the pain."

Mo Shiche looked down.

Double strength apple cider vinegar.

Mo Shiche, "..."

……

Although Mo Shiche had a slight leg injury, he refused to sit in a wheelchair and was supported by Luo Qiangwei to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

She paid the fee and dragged him into the ultrasound room.

The female doctor glanced at them, lingering on Mo Shiche's overly handsome face for a few more seconds before saying, "Lie down."

Mo Shiche frowned, took Luo Qiangwei's hand with his big hand, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"I'll show you a B-ultrasound." Luo Qiangwei looked up at him and smiled, "I'll let you see that I didn't have an abortion, or else Boss Mo suddenly got suspicious and recorded another video and then secretly died behind my back." .”

Mo Shiche, "..."