Your Excellency, I love you!

Did Huang Nian tell Sheng Tang that he liked her?

How could it be... It was obvious that Sheng Tang was chasing him and forcing him...

He clearly promised her...that he would not fall in love with Sheng Tang...he also said that he would love her...

Why did it change so quickly?

Sheng Miao's face was pale, and she wanted to open the door to question but didn't dare. Suddenly, she thought of the scene of them making out in the kitchen of the villa, and just now in the ward...they had sex in the hotel before...

Is it because men have that need, Sheng Tang met the barren years, but she didn't... that's why it's like this?

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After taking the pills, Mo Shiche's high fever quickly subsided. Luo Qiangwei insisted on staying and finishing the injections prescribed by the doctor, so he was not discharged until the evening of the next day.

Luo Qiangwei had an important meeting at Mo's, and Lian Su sent a car to pick him up at the door, and Mo Shiche had just walked out of the hospital when the phone in his pocket rang.

The incoming call shows Miao Miao.

He picked it up, and Sheng Miao on the other end said softly, "Desolate year, I just fell off a ladder...can you come here?"

"Injured?" Mo Shiche frowned, "I'll go over now, don't move."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Shiche raised his eyes to look at Mo's car at the door, pursed his thin lips slightly, turned around and left through the other exit.

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apartment.

When Mo Shiche opened the door and came in, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and couldn't help but shouted, "Miao Miao?"

He changed his shoes and walked in. He didn't see anyone in the living room, and then he walked to the door of the bedroom. Suddenly, a slender figure stumbled over, "Desolate Years..."

She almost fell in front of him, Mo Shiche quickly supported her, Sheng Miao grabbed his arm, raised her blushing face to look at him, "Desolate Year...you are finally here..."

Mo Shiche frowned, "Have you been drinking?"

"Desolate year, I...I'm waiting for you..." Sheng Miao approached him drunkenly, "I miss you so much, I miss those three years when we lived together...I can see you every day..."

"Don't drink in the future." Mo Shiche put his arms around her shoulders, "Go to bed and sleep for a while, and I'll buy you sober medicine."

"I don't want you to go! I...I want to be with you..."

Saying that, Sheng Miao boldly stretched out her hand to hook him around the neck, and pulled the ribbon around her waist with the other hand...

The whole pajamas slipped off her body.

Mo Shiche turned his eyes away almost instantly, "Miao Miao," his voice was slightly harsh, "Stop making trouble, put on your clothes quickly, you're too drunk."

"Desolate year, I want to give myself to you..." Sheng Miao pressed her whole body towards him, took his hand and put it on her body, "You...you touch me, okay...I want to be you woman..."

Mo Shiche squatted down with his eyes closed, picked up the nightgown and wrapped it around Sheng Miao's body, then directly picked her up by the waist and put her on the bed.

Sheng Miao was still twisting her body to hug him, "Huan Nian, I will give you the first time tonight...I...I love you..."

Mo Shiche pulled the quilt over her and said in a low voice, "Miao Miao, you're drunk, sleep well, I'll come see you tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he stood up straight, turned and left.

When Sheng Miao heard the sound of closing the door, she was shocked, and wanted to chase after him in a daze, "The year of famine... ah."

She fell off the bed, half-walked and half-climbed to the door, but she was so drunk that she didn't know how to open the door. She reached for the mobile phone beside her, fumbled through the address book, and dialed...