Your Excellency, I love you!

"Don't go," he wrapped her waist domineeringly, as if he wanted to tighten her to the flesh and blood, and dropped the words into her ears, "Luo Qiangwei, do you think you can still walk away when you come back?"

"But I didn't say I was leaving. I live in Jiangcheng, don't I?"

Luo Qiangwei's tone was not very good, as if she was persuading the lost boy earnestly, "I said, Mr. Mo, we are all grown up and have experienced these things, so I'm just trying to survive and make money now, and If it doesn't affect your business, why do you insist on having trouble with me?"

The man behind him didn't answer, and said in a low voice after a while, "I don't like you appearing in front of other men dressed like this."

"Why don't you like it?"

"We're not divorced yet."

"But your wife's name is Luo Qiangwei," she smiled, "but my name is Sheng Tang, do you want to see my ID card?"

He whispered, "Well, you know, that's all you."

She sneered, "Oh, it is indeed me, then you should also know that you are still the same you a year ago—"

The you she said 'I hate you'.

The word hate has not changed.

Mo Shiche's strength in holding her suddenly tightened, and he suddenly pulled the towel aside to wrap her around her body, picked her up by the waist, and walked out.

Luo Qiangwei didn't struggle, but closed her eyes coldly. Mo Shiche didn't ignore her. From the moment he hugged her, her whole body froze, exuding an uncontrollable strong resistance and resistance.

Women respond in this way, no doubt because of their aversion to men.

Mo Shiche's jaw tensed, his eyes were dark and dark.

He directly opened another room downstairs and asked his assistant to deliver a full set of clean women's clothes.

He put her down at the door of the bathroom, "Go wash up."

She pinched a corner of the towel and chuckled, "Why, Mr. Mo thinks I'm dirty?"

"It smells like cigarettes," he said lightly, "No smoking is allowed in the future."

"But I want to smoke when I'm in a bad mood." She fiddled with her long hair. "Who made me die, and almost killed other relatives. Isn't it normal to smoke a cigarette to vent?"

other relatives.

Mo Shiche's pupils shrank slightly, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, "Who are you referring to?"

Seeing the expectation in his eyes, she smiled mockingly, and said vaguely, "Someone who has something to do with you."

She knew he must be thinking of children—

child.

Ah.

Does he deserve it?

Luo Qiangwei's smiling face suddenly dimmed, as if she didn't want him to see her hurt expression, she quickly turned and went into the bathroom.

When Mo Shiche heard the sound of the door lock, his eyes darkened.

In fact, he wanted to bathe her, but he was afraid that if she resisted too much, he would resist him even more in his heart.

……

Luo Qiangwei washed it in just over ten minutes. Wearing the clothes he had someone buy, she was obviously much more conservative, covering her chest and thighs.

She didn't wash her hair, but tied a ponytail on the back of her head, picked up the handbag on the table, and waved at him, "Then I'll go first, President Mo, thank you for letting me take a bath."

The man waiting by the wine cabinet had already put down his goblet and walked over, his arm was in front of her, and he pulled her into his arms forcefully, "Tangtang,"

She said her name was Sheng Tang, so he called her like that, "Don't you think that a man and a woman have a room just for taking a bath?"

"Generally speaking, it's for sex?" She curled her lips, her eyes were sneering, "But last night at my house, I took it off and you didn't have sex, what does Mo always mean?"