Your Excellency, I love you!

Mo Shiche pursed his thin lips tightly, his eyes were cold, but he didn't speak any more.

So it really has a leg?

Mo Shiche, Mu Yunshen.

How many men has this woman seduced?

…………

The car stopped outside the Mojia villa.

Luo Qiangwei went into the entrance to change his shoes, and brought him a pair of brand new slippers.

When I looked up, I found that the man was standing still, his eyes were fixed on the huge living room, obviously looking at it.

This is their home...the place they've lived since they got married.

Her heart couldn't restrain the softness, and she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "This place is a little different from three years ago... It was burned down by a fire once, and everything was rebuilt and redecorated."

Mo Shiche raised his brows lightly, "Have you ever burned it?"

The corner of Luo Qiangwei's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and she smiled softly, "Yeah, it's a pity... There are a lot of our memories here..."

The master bedroom on the second floor, the room on the fourth floor where he kept the gifts she gave him, the study room she arranged for him, etc...

Mo Shiche interrupted her indifferently, "I'm not Mo Shiche."

Luo Qiangwei looked up at him, tilted her head and smiled, "I think you're fine, come in, I'll make soup, you can take a look."

As she spoke, she walked into the living room, threw her small suit jacket and bag on the sofa, and walked into the kitchen to tie on her apron while opening the refrigerator, her movements revealing the skill of a housewife.

Family.

This delicate word landed on his heart lightly. It was neither light nor heavy, but it also had a strong sense of presence.

Mo Shiche walked in slowly, inspecting everything in the house.

Although it has been renovated, he still feels an inexplicable sense of familiarity - but there is nothing surprising, he has indeed lived here.

Luo Qiangwei put all the materials needed into the casserole, lit the fire, turned around and went upstairs to change clothes, and cleaned up the somewhat messy sofa...

Mo Shiche wandered around on the balcony of the living room, looking at the woman who was busy running up and down, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his chest.

Humans, he thought, would always surrender to this sense of belonging, even if it wasn't real.

On the way, there were a few more work calls from the Mo family. Luo Qiangwei ignored the man downstairs and went to the study with her notebook to deal with it. It was over an hour later when it was over.

She went downstairs stretching, and when she looked up, she saw Mo Shiche standing under the decorative wall, looking at the photo on it.

It was a photo of the two of them being captured at the wedding scene. Although they were standing together, their poses and actions were not very intimate.

This can be regarded as their only group photo - there were not many group photos between them, and the only wedding photos in the villa were all burned.

Luo Qiangwei walked over, curled her fingers and said with a smile, "This is the only wedding photo we have left - did you see clearly, it's you, right?"

Mo Shi didn't speak, and his eyes didn't fluctuate. After standing for a while, he turned and walked back to the living room, "So if you asked me to come here to say these boring things, then can I go?"

She said oh, "You can go, I will have someone cut off Sheng Miao's head and send it to you by express."

The man didn't move, just stood there looking at her, narrowing his eyes coldly, "Miss Luo, I don't like hearing you threaten me with her all the time, huh?"

She pulled her lips, "Oh, you don't like it?"

"Well," he said lightly, "I would be very uncomfortable hearing the signal that she might be unsafe, so I don't want to hear it anymore."

Luo Qiangwei was startled, her heart was suddenly pricked by a sharp needle, and then she curled up in pain.