Your Excellency, I love you!

She ate quickly, swallowing almost without biting.

But obviously her voice was a little hoarse from the sugar, but she still couldn't taste any sweetness.

Then she slowly put down the spoon and lowered her head slowly, her slightly curly long hair slid down to cover her gloomy face.

At this time, in the bedroom on the third floor——

The old lady Mo, who was putting on a facial mask, suddenly heard a ringing sound, and hurriedly picked up the cordless phone at hand. After connecting, the man on the other end yelled, "Grandma."

Old Madam Mo was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly sat up, the mask fell off in shock, "Che'er?! You actually called home while you were on a business trip... What's the matter, what happened?"

It's a wonder of the world... In the past, when he was on a business trip, he just asked his assistant to go home to say hello, and he would never call back.

"..." Mo Shiche was silent for a few seconds, and then said calmly, "Well, I have something urgent to deal with here, how are you these few days?"

"Of course, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on your vixen daughter-in-law, she will come home on time at night," Mrs. Mo snorted, "but you should come back early so that she won't be lonely for too long, and that What...the doctor said that a bad mood can also affect a woman's ovulation..."

"Grandma," Mo Shiche cut her off, pressing the center of his brows, and changed the topic to the main purpose of the call without a trace, "In this case, let Qiangwei answer the call, and I'll have a few words with her."

It's been three days, that woman must miss him a little.

He's damned...can't stop thinking about her.

Can't stop thinking about her.

I want to see her smile, the rich fragrance on her body, kiss her soft and sweet lips, and even more want to hug her to sleep.

Want to belong to that woman everything.

"That's good, that's good! Now!"

Old Madam Mo hurriedly took out a piece of paper and wiped her face, then rushed downstairs vigorously and shouted, "Qiangwei, your husband is calling!"

Luo Qiangwei was originally sitting at the dining table in a daze, but when she heard the words, her whole body shook for some reason, and she stood up abruptly, with too much movement, she turned over the bowl in hand——

The porcelain bowl shattered to the ground with a bang!

"Oh, you girl..." Old Madam Mo hurriedly handed her the cordless phone, "Hurry up and answer the phone over there, look at you, anyone who thinks about your husband is an idiot!"

"..."

Luo Qiangwei had no choice but to take the phone and walk to the balcony a little further away before putting it to her ear, when she heard Mo Shiche's hoarse and tense voice, "Did you overturn the bowl, you didn't cut your hand, huh?"

The bed photo of him and Luo Hongying appeared in her mind, and her red lips curled up with a deep sarcasm, "Boss Mo is a little too concerned, it has nothing to do with you where I cut it, just say anything."

The man squinted his eyes with pleasure when he heard her voice, but suddenly became cold, "Luo Qiangwei, is this the way you talk to your husband?"

She curled her index finger at the end of her hair and sneered, "I'm sorry I just have this attitude, if you don't like it, just divorce me, I beg you to talk to me?"

His voice suddenly froze, "Try telling me the word divorce again?"

"Divorce, divorce, divorce..." She said a dozen or so in one breath, and then brought the microphone to her mouth, "I tell you, Mo Shiche, that I want to divorce you. I can't go on!"

Mo Shiche listened to her quietly, and smiled coldly, "Why, you can't bear it so much for Yan Chu now, and are you willing to go all out?"

She smiled coquettishly but coldly, and the nameless anger in her heart came out all at once, "Of course, I like Ah Chu so much now that I want to marry him right away, but I hate you so much now that I hear you The name makes me want to vomit!"