Your Excellency, I love you!

Luo Qiangwei leaned on the back seat, playing with the small bag on her shoulder, "Why should I listen to you?" She raised her face to look at him, "Why do you care who's car I take?"

Mo Shiche's sharp jaw tightened, and a few words popped out of his throat, "Are you sure you want to ride in a car with a strange man so casually, are you not afraid that he has plans for you?"

She smiled, "It's okay to have plans. Anyway, it's a long night, and I'm very bored, so just enjoy it if you have a man."

Hearing the last sentence, Mo Shiche finally turned completely dark, and stretched out his hand to grab her arm, "Get down for me, immediately."

How could she listen, she frowned and said angrily, "Let go!"

Mo Shiche grabbed her and didn't let her go. He looked sideways at the bewildered French brother, and said coldly in standard French, "She is my wife. We had a little conflict. If you don't want to meddle, you can talk to her." say clearly."

The French brother saw his tearful expression, and heard that he was a husband and wife, so he had to politely hold the car door, "sorry."

"..."

Luo Qiangwei couldn't understand French, so naturally she didn't know what Mo Shiche said. Anyway, she knew it was not a good thing, but the French brother said so, so she had no choice but to get out of the car.

She had just stood firm, and Mo Shiche immediately stood in front of her, more precisely, blocked the way she could walk, and repeated, "I'll take you back, get in the car."

The valet had already pulled the car over.

Looking at his inexplicably stubborn handsome face, Luo Qiangwei didn't understand what he meant, and didn't bother to talk about it anymore, and said calmly, "Okay, I'll let you see it off."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to open the door of the passenger seat, but Mo Shiche held her hand and opened the door of the rear seat, "You sit in the back."

Luo Qiangwei pursed her lips and smiled, "Why, is the passenger seat still a special seat for someone else?"

He casually said softly, "I'm only for women, you can sit on it, you have to give me a shock."

"..."

Luo Qiangwei sat in the back seat without thinking.

But somewhat because of his words, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable, so she didn't speak all the way, leaning on the back seat to watch the scenery outside the window.

Mo Shiche was driving the car, raising his eyes to look at the rearview mirror almost every second. Luo Qiangwei was sitting in the middle of the back seat, and he could clearly see her face every time.

Every time I watch it, my heart is satisfied.

It's like... an addiction.

So he drove even slower.

Luo Qiangwei was just waiting to get there soon, but she felt that something was getting worse and she suddenly sat up, "Mo Shiche, where are you driving? This is not the apartment I live in."

When I looked up, my eyes just hit the deep black eyes of the man in the rearview mirror.

Mo Shiche's hand holding the steering wheel was slightly tight, and he looked away slightly, "This way is close, so you don't have to wait for the red light."

Luo Qiangwei frowned, but she was always a road idiot, so she couldn't refute, so she leaned back on the seat with her pursed mouth, "Hurry up, I'm sleepy."

The man gave a low hum.

Maybe because of the staring at each other just now, Luo Qiangwei began to secretly look into the rearview mirror, and he happened to be able to see him looking at her from the rearview mirror.

It's as if... letting her sit in the back seat is for the convenience of peeking at her.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible. If he really wanted to see her, he couldn't have insisted on a divorce.

It took more than 40 minutes for the car to drive to the apartment downstairs.

Mo Shiche got out of the car, opened the car door for her, leaned down, saw the drowsy woman holding a bag, and said in a low voice, "If you're really sleepy, I'll pick you up and take you to the door, huh? "