Your Excellency, I love you!

Who in Jiangcheng doesn't know him, a man who used to be as dazzling as a myth.

Just like everyone knows the love-hate entanglement between Mo Shiche and Luo Qiangwei for so many years——

But at this moment, he was standing here tall and straight, but he was holding another woman who was very similar to Luo Qiangwei, looking down at her with a handsome face, and said in a hoarse voice, "You fell and injured, I will take you to the hospital."

Sheng Miao lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Famine year, I'm fine...you still have business to discuss..."

"Take care of the injury first, and then talk about the rest."

The man walked out with his arms around her.

The waiter next to the gambling table hurriedly walked over, "Mr. Mo, you still have a few rounds to finish, and you need to deduct ten times the bet if you leave halfway."

The man said lightly, "Butt."

After all, I have to leave again.

Luo Qiangwei has been staring at him from the moment he appeared until now, seeing that he was about to leave, she immediately rushed forward and grabbed his arm.

The man looked back at her, and his eyes fell on her face. There was no surprise, only indifference, "Miss Luo, what's the matter?"

Luo Qiangwei narrowed her pupils and looked at him fixedly, "You know me?"

"Miss Luo was bullying my fiancée just now." The man curled his thin and ruthless lips calmly, "Jiang Cheng dares to bully others so blatantly, I think you are the only one."

fiancée.

Luo Qiangwei couldn't describe her mood at this time, but she didn't let go of his hand, and almost couldn't help calling out his name, "Mo Shiche."

"Miss Luo, you've got the wrong person," the man's voice became softer and more indifferent, "I'm not Mo Shiche, my surname is Mo, and my name is Mo Huangnian."

ink?

Mo?

She looked straight into his eyes, "You look exactly like Mo Shiche, if you say it's not him, do you think I will believe it?"

"So what, you look exactly like my fiancée, but you can't be her," the man smiled softly, but that smile did not hide his mockery and indifference, "So please let go."

Luo Qiangwei still looked at him, her eyes slightly dazed.

For a few seconds, she was really just looking at him, her eyes locked on every inch of his face, trying to find something, or... trying to ease her thoughts.

The man was looking at her too, and really just looking at her.

It may be because the woman looked at him with too strong eyes, and a cold and heartless person like him would not have such emotions, so he would find it novel and interesting.

It may also be that the eyes made him feel unreasonably familiar.

Seeing this, Sheng Miao clenched her lips, and slightly tightened her five fingers holding his arm, "Desolate Years..."

As soon as these two words were uttered, Luo Qiangwei felt her wrist tighten, and in the next second, she was pushed away mercilessly by the man.

She couldn't stand still, staggered a few steps on her high-heeled shoes, and fell to the ground.

When she raised her head, the man had already hugged Sheng Miao by the waist, and strode out without looking back.

Luo Qiangwei's eyes tightened slightly, she immediately stood up and was about to chase after her, but someone grabbed her arm, "Weiwei!"

"Let me go." Seeing that the man's figure had disappeared, she waved her hands anxiously, "He's leaving and I'm going to chase him!"

"Luo Qiangwei!"

Yan Chu stretched out his hands to grab her waist, and directly pulled her back into his arms, but she was still struggling. In the crowd, he had no choice but to turn sideways, and put her against a pillar in a blind spot beside him, "Vivi, are you crazy?"