Your Excellency, I love you!

"He loves you, so he will treat you well." Mo Shiche's jaw tightened due to extreme control of himself, but his thin lips spoke calmly and rationally, "He has no dark history, no messy women, talk to Li'er Nothing happened during that period, the background is strong, he is worthy of you, and will give you happiness."

She gave a long cry, "Why don't you say that I'm divorced and not good enough for him?"

Luo Qiangwei thought he would mock her, but she heard Mo Shiche say in a low voice, "You are worthy of everyone."

The affirmation in his words made her heart skip a beat.

Countless familiar feelings flooded up like a tide——

Luo Qiangwei curled up her fingers slightly, she looked up at him, laughed lightly and mocked herself, "Mo Shiche, do you know what it means to say this to a woman?"

Mo Shiche looked into her clear eyes, "It's not important."

"It's not important, so what do you think is important?"

He obviously didn't intend to answer, and said flatly, "You didn't choose one of the two just now."

She had a half-smile, "What if I don't choose?"

His expression was even lighter, as if he was talking about something very simple, "Then you won't be able to make any movies in my lifetime, and as long as I live, I'll fuck you for a day, until you and those who don't know where you came from The unclean men are all broken."

Luo Qiangwei stared at him fixedly, and smiled angrily, then suddenly raised her hand and swung the pen holder on his desk to the ground——

She smashed his office.

She threw all the things that could be dropped on the ground, and threw the things that could not be dropped, and the documents were also thrown around.

The clean and tidy interior suddenly became a mess...

And Mo Shiche remained expressionless the whole time, and didn't make a move to stop him, allowing her to hit him.

Not knowing where the hand was cut, Luo Qiangwei suddenly hissed and stopped moving for a while, wrinkling her face in pain.

The indifferent man who was originally sitting in the chair stood up in a second, took a few strides to hug her, looked down at her face, and said anxiously, "What's wrong, where did you hurt?"

Luo Qiangwei's palm was cut with a bloodstain by the desk lamp, and the blood flowed out continuously. Mo Shiche's pupils shrank heavily, and immediately picked her up and put her on the sofa, and then fetched the medicine box.

He half-kneeled in front of her, held her hand, and carefully cleaned her wound, "Does it hurt?"

Looking up and seeing her frowning willow eyebrows, she felt that this question was redundant, how could it not hurt, she cried out.

Mo Shiche pursed his thin lips tightly. He wanted to coax her a few words but didn't know what to say. When he finally said it, all his anxiety and heartache turned into a severe reprimand, "Luo Qiangwei, how old are you? You can even drop something. Hurt yourself, do you still have a brain?"

Luo Qiangwei lowered her head. Hearing what he said, she wanted to retract the hand he was holding, but when she moved the wound, the blood flowed even more. Mo Shiche suddenly growled, "Still moving around! You don't want to move your hand!" wanted?!"

She was startled by his yelling, and suddenly raised her eyes to look at him. Mo Shiche was so angry that he wanted to yell, but when he met her red eyes, he froze heavily.

Before he could react, she suddenly rushed over, opened her mouth, and bit his shoulder fiercely!

Mo Shiche's back stiffened suddenly, but he didn't push her away.

Luo Qiangwei just bit down on it with extreme force, until she tasted the smell of blood in her mouth, she slowly let go of her mouth.

The man's white shirt soon overflowed with bright red blood.

Mo Shiche raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said in a low voice, "Calm down, or I'll give you another place to bite."