Your Excellency, I love you!

And this action, in Mo Shiche's eyes, seemed... as if he was afraid that he would hurt Yan Chu.

She was wearing Yan Chu's bathrobe.

The long hair is also the breath of Yan Chu.

Even the words in his mouth are Ah Chu.

[What's the use of getting married? What's the use of loving and liking again? In the end, only derailment and betrayal are left. It's fucking... disgusting. 】

[Mo Daidai, our marriage will be very happy, I will not cheat or betray you...don't think so anymore, okay? 】

Mo Shiche's black eyes were full of strong possessiveness and anger, he stared at her, suddenly grabbed her wrist, picked up her bag and mobile phone on the table, and dragged her out.

"Weiwei..." Yan Chu was afraid that she would get hurt, so he got up and tried to chase her out, but with a severe high fever and strong dizziness, it was very difficult for him to even stand up.

Luo Qiangwei didn't even have time to put on her shoes, so she was dragged out of the apartment by Mo Shiche with her bare feet. After walking a few steps, she felt sharp pains on the soles of her feet.

When Mo Shiche heard her gasp, he paused slightly, then turned around and hugged her by the waist.

He put her in the back seat and drove straight back to the Mo family villa.

He didn't talk to her along the way, and when he arrived, he carried her out again and walked directly to the second floor.

Luo Qiangwei tugged on his tie anxiously and nervously, her whole body was shaking, her voice was intermittent, "Mo Shiche, listen to me, it's really not...it's not what you saw..."

Mo Shiche didn't speak, came to the bedroom, put her down and took off the bathrobe on her body.

Her thin and white body was displayed in front of him.

Although they have met each other countless times, Luo Qiangwei felt inexplicably ashamed at this moment, she stretched out her hand to cover it up, "Mo Shiche..."

Mo Shiche stroked her icy skin, and carried her into the bathroom again.

Because it was already night, the servant had already put the hot water for the bath in advance, Mo Shiche put Luo Qiangwei into the bathtub, she struggled to get up, but the man leaned over to hold her down, and her thin lips fell down .

He didn't even take off his clothes, just restraining her so forcefully.

He couldn't control his strength, Luo Qiangwei was in pain from being pinched by him, her eyes were covered with mist, and she stretched out her hand to push him, "Mo Shiche, don't do this...do you trust me, okay? Ah Chu and I Nothing really happened, nothing really…"

Mo Shiche's kissing action paused slightly, he pressed against the tip of her nose, panting heavily, "Are you afraid that I will kill him, you have always... been afraid that I would kill him."

"No, that's not what I meant..." She held his face, choked up and said eagerly, "I know you won't, I...I love you...Mo Shiche, I love you...you believe me , Mo Shiche, you trust me..."

As she spoke, she leaned forward to kiss him, and opened herself to him.

Mo Shiche looked at her deeply with his black eyes, and suddenly felt a familiar sharp pain in his back. His pupils shrank, and the next second he suddenly stood up and took a few steps back.

Luo Qiangwei's hand that wanted to touch his chest froze in mid-air.

He ducked.

He avoided it.

Did he... Already think she is dirty?

She watched helplessly as the man turned and strode out of the bathroom.

Luo Qiangwei immediately stood up and wanted to chase after her, but her feet slipped and she fell heavily back into the bathtub, choking on saliva, coughing until her face was flushed, even her eyes were red.

Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.