Your Excellency, I love you!

Mo Shiche looked at her, but didn't speak. He looked down at her feet - she ran out too fast just now, the slippers were kicked off, and the fluffy home socks on her feet were crooked.

He got up and picked up the slippers she had dropped on the ground, and squatted down in front of her with a tall figure, straightened her socks, and put the slippers on her feet.

Luo Qiangwei looked down at the half-kneeling man in front of her, passive and silent. She felt extremely flustered in an instant, and quickly bent down to hold his hand, "I will do it myself, I can wear it myself..."

Mo Shiche didn't let go of her little feet, his thin lips moved slightly, Luo Qiangwei was afraid that he would say something, so she pushed him away suddenly and stood up, shaking to stand still, "Or I'll cook for you ? There is fresh steak at home, it will taste good after frying it... Ah, there is also freshly squeezed orange juice, I will get it now..."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the arm by the man, "Who asked you to do these things."

She was always smiling, "Cooking for you, I've been waiting for you to go home these days, and now you're finally back, let's celebrate..."

"Luo Qiangwei," his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "I don't like you like this."

Luo Qiangwei was startled, and said slowly, "I...isn't this good? Treating you well...isn't it good."

"I don't like you flattering me," Mo Shiche looked at her with dark eyes, "You don't need to do these things, your hands are not used to cook and serve soup, since you didn't do it before, you will do it even more after you marry me." No need to do it."

She lowered her head slowly, her voice was low and tense, "But I won't do it... I'm afraid you... will be even more angry..."

She really didn't know what to do... She was afraid that he would walk away or say... divorce...

Mo Shiche said lightly, "Why am I angry?"

"That day at Ah Chu's apartment, I really had nothing with him..."

He interrupted her again, "It's not important."

Luo Qiangwei was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him, "You...what did you say?"

"Those are not important," Mo Shiche stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, his eyes were deep, nostalgic but nameless grief, "No matter what, you are my daughter-in-law, let's not mention it, let's turn this matter over, huh?"

She didn't expect him to have such an attitude at all, and she was a little dazed, "You...are you really not angry?"

"You didn't say no, I believed you when you said it," he smiled lightly, "then why am I angry?"

Luo Qiangwei opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

But if he really believed her, why didn't he go home for so many days?

Did he believe it, or... didn't care?

There is only one possibility for not caring...that is...not loving.

Luo Qiangwei stood there in a daze, wanted to ask but didn't know how to ask him, how to ask him—do you still love me?

She actually... dare not ask.

Mo Shiche leaned over and picked her up, carried her to the chair at the dining table, took off her apron and gloves, brought her an ipad, bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek, "We will watch the drama during the break, I'm going to fry the steak."

The man moved very quickly, obviously much more skilled than her. The fried tender steak was brought to Luo Qiangwei, along with vegetable salad and freshly squeezed juice.

"Try it, I haven't done it for a long time."

Luo Qiangwei watched him pour a glass of pure water, "You...won't you drink it?"

"I'm not hungry," Mo Shiche stood up, "I'm going to change clothes, you eat obediently."

He went upstairs to the bathroom in the bedroom, quickly closed the door, and rushed to the toilet in the next second, pressing his palm on his stomach, and vomited out all the chicken soup he had just drank.

The violent contraction in his stomach made him unable to breathe for a moment——