Your Excellency, I love you!

Yan Chu cleared the table and came over with an ipad, "Weiwei, this is the layout of tomorrow's wedding scene, you can see if there is anything you don't like, there is still time to change it."

Luo Qiangwei forced a smile, "I don't know much about these things, as long as you like it."

Yan Chu's movements paused, and then he lowered his eyes and hummed, "Okay, then I'll read it again."

"Achu, don't you think... Mo Shiche is acting weird today?" Luo Qiangwei said suddenly, and she frowned, "Whether it's the words, the way of speaking, the tone, the way... and many other things, I don't feel like him at all... he's not that character."

But that person was clearly Mo Shiche again.

No matter how you think about it, it feels weird.

Moreover, he seems to have been in poor health recently. First, he had a nosebleed, and today he bent over in pain... What happened?

Yan Chu's nerves tightened slightly, and then he smiled, "Is there? Why do I feel that he has always been like that, the way he talks... probably because he is in a bad mood, so he is a little irritable."

"Is that so..." Luo Qiangwei murmured, her eyes were a little empty and she couldn't see any light.

After going back to the room to take a shower, she didn't even blow out her hair, just dressed it in such a wet way, walked to the window sill and sat down, looking at the lights of Wanjia under the night.

The location of this apartment is secluded. From here, you can even see the place where the wedding will be held tomorrow - the bank of the Huajiang River.

But Luo Qiangwei didn't care to appreciate it, the things that happened in the past few days were superimposed, and the deeper and deeper doubts were like a sharp knife, constantly gouging out her heart, making her inexplicably flustered and restless.

She took out her mobile phone and dialed Mo Shiche's number hesitantly.

It prompts to shut down.

She was stunned, and she called several times and the phone was still turned off. The panic in her heart suddenly expanded infinitely, and she immediately dialed Mu Yunshen's number.

The other end rang for a while before answering. The frivolous male voice was not emotional, "Miss Luo, what's the matter?"

She clenched her phone tightly, "Mr. Mu, is Mo Shiche...by your side?"

"Aren't you getting married tomorrow?" Mu Yunshen chuckled, "What are you looking for with Shi Che? He is your ex-husband, shouldn't you avoid suspicion?"

Luo Qiangwei could hear the unobvious sarcasm in his words, she was not angry, she bit her lower lip and said, "Today in the nursing home, I think he is very strange, and I can't understand what he said, first let me not get married, Said that I never started..."

She expressed all her doubts in one breath, including that night when Mo Shiche sent a video to ask her to meet, and finally clasped her hands and said, "What happened to him, did something happen?"

Mu Yunshen at the other end was silent for a moment, and then said lightly, "What else can happen—do you want me to say something to encourage you to give up this marriage, or do you just care about his body."

She pressed, "So is there a physical problem with him?"

Mu Yunshen's voice was flat with no ups and downs, "Since you have chosen to get married, then get married properly and live your Mrs. Yan's life. Shi Che's matter has nothing to do with you."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Luo Qiangwei listened to the beeping sound in the receiver, her eyes became more bewildered, and her fists were clenched so hard that her knuckles turned white.

She seemed to have made a sudden decision, she wrapped a coat around her body, turned around and rushed out of the room.

However, she just opened the door, and suddenly a tasteless smell came from the living room...