Your Excellency, I love you!

But who would have expected that Mo Shiche would still fall in love with Shengtang even after losing his memory.

Mo Huangnian.

Mo Shiche.

Sheng Feng chewed on these two names sarcastically.

If you really want to talk about it, are they still brothers, huh?

……

When Mo Shiche returned to the villa, Luo Qiangwei had already eaten the nutrients, and was sitting on the sofa with her head down and her eyes closed to rest. She didn't open her eyes until the servant called the young master.

Then he stood up, his eyes fixed on the man approaching him.

As if waiting for him to give a result with a little expectation——

Mo Shiche walked up to Luo Qiangwei, stretched out his hand naturally to brush away the hair on her cheek, and said calmly to the mover, "Move Miss Sheng's and Mr. Sheng's things upstairs."

The tense string in Luo Qiangwei's mind suddenly broke, and her heart stabbed suddenly.

He raised his hand and slapped him hard.

The snap was extremely crisp.

Mo Shiche was beaten to the side, and there was a rusty smell of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Sheng Miao was taken aback, then hurried over, reached out to caress his face, "Desolate Years..."

She looked at Luo Qiangwei suddenly, feeling distressed and angry, her voice trembling, "Sheng Tang, why did you hit him? Is it because I was pregnant with his child? I admit that I drank alcohol to seduce him that day... ...He just slept with me when he couldn't hold it for a while, and we only did it once... But how can you, as a woman, always slap a man in the face?! Do you think the famine year owes you?"

"I can hit whoever I want, what right do you have to tell me what to do in my house," Luo Qiangwei sneered, "If you don't like it, get out!"

After she finished speaking, she pushed Mo Shiche away, turned around and ran upstairs. Mo Shiche's pupils shrank, and he wanted to drag her but he didn't. He was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly followed.

Sheng Miao grabbed his hand from behind, bit her lips and said, "Desolation year! She beat you like that, why do you still chase her!"

Mo Shiche frowned, turned around and pulled her hand away, his calm and indifferent facial features showed no emotion, but his voice was tense and urgent, "Miao Miao, let Zhang Ma take you upstairs to rest."

After leaving this sentence, he almost rushed upstairs.

"The famine year..."

Sheng Miao couldn't stop him, and stomped his feet angrily. The servant Zhang Ma said angrily, "The husband and wife are willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. What is the little three messing with? She still has face..."

Sheng Miao's eyes widened immediately, "You... What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not a mistress!"

Zhang Ma didn't talk back to her rashly, she just helped her move things with a very contemptuous and ugly face.

Standing in the living room, Sheng Miao rubbed her stomach, thinking that Mo Shiche still agreed with her to stay, and felt a little better. At least, he should still care about her and the child.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look in the direction of the second floor, biting her lip worriedly, and he just chased after him... Will Sheng Tang hit him again?

Inside the master bedroom.

As soon as Luo Qiangwei walked in, she was hugged by the man who was chasing her. He immediately picked her up from the ground and put her on the bed, reprimanding her with a slightly nervous tone, "Next time, don't walk so fast, it's easy to slip and get hurt..."

Luo Qiangwei raised her hand and slapped him again.

Her five fingers trembled, and she curled up forcefully, "Mo Shiche," she sneered, and shouted again, "Mo Huangnian, what do you mean now, let me stay with you in the same house as Sheng Miao, you hug on the left and right Are the two women and two children happy and happy?"

Mo Shiche couldn't bear it, and leaned over to hug her stiff body, "I'll take care of it," he said slowly, "Give me time, and I'll take care of it."