Your Excellency, I love you!

The man's low and gentle voice is like a love story between lovers.

But Luo Qiangwei didn't even open her eyes to look at him, her tone was even more impatient than before, "Mo Shiche, I'm really tired and I don't have time to play these tricks with you, please don't torture me."

Tortured.

The man's lips at the corners of her eyes froze for a moment.

Immediately, the thin lips moved down, and the big hands skillfully unbuttoned, and quickly took off the pajamas.

Luo Qiangwei clutched the bed sheet with both hands, and Mo Shiche obviously noticed that every time his lips moved down, her body became stiffer.

When he finished it patiently and was about to occupy it, he realized that every inch of her body was stretched and stiff.

It's not the nervousness that all women have, but the reaction that is really unacceptable.

Even the place to receive is extremely dry.

If he insisted, it would only hurt her.

She wasn't so indifferent and repulsive before, before his touch could make her emotional.

It was as if the heart had been pierced by the sharpest needle, overflowing with thick panic, Mo Shiche's lips moved up again, with a swallowing meaning, as if he wanted to absorb her feelings from her mouth.

But she still didn't respond.

He was panicked and angry, and it deepened again.

Luo Qiangwei was so dizzy from being kissed, she couldn't help pushing him, "Um... don't..."

"Finally willing to speak, huh?" Mo Shiche slightly pulled away from her lips, mocking himself in a low voice, "I thought you were going to be like a corpse from beginning to end, let me rape the corpse."

She turned her face away. Fortunately, there was only one wall lamp turned on in the master bedroom, so she didn't have to hide the emotion in her eyes. She smiled mockingly, "President Mo spent money on my body, but he didn't buy my reaction. You can pay me more for a bed."

The man didn't speak, but his breathing became more pronounced.

Luo Qiangwei thought lightly, she must have angered him again.

Will he rough and rape her in a fit of anger?

Just as he was thinking, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Mo Shiche propped himself up, slapped on the light and picked up the phone at the same time.

Perhaps it was because the room was too quiet, so the voice on the other end of the phone was very clear, "Mr. Mo, Ms. Sheng Miaosheng called and said that she was going to be the lead actress in a costume drama called "The Palace Ladies of the Qing Dynasty". The filmmaker asked me to ask if you agree?"

"Well," the man replied casually, "Whatever."

Hang up immediately after speaking.

When he put down his cell phone, he inadvertently glanced at the scar on the abdomen of the woman on the bed, which was obviously left by a caesarean section.

Shrinking his pupils, he quickly reached out and grabbed the quilt that the woman was about to cover.

Luo Qiangwei bit her lips angrily, "Mo Shiche, do you have so many things to do with sex!"

Mo Shiche's hand suddenly landed on the scar.

Luo Qiangwei was shocked.

Pushing his hand away, she quickly wrapped herself in the quilt, curled up and lay on her side, "I'm going to sleep, turn off the light."

After a while, the man behind him lay down, wrapped her body into his arms from behind, and pressed his chin against the top of her hair, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

She closed her eyes, her voice was very weak, "What are you referring to?"

"Have a baby."

"forget."

He hugged her tighter, and said after a while, "When will I see the child?"

Her eyelashes trembled, her body tensed up unconsciously, and she said coldly, "There are no children."

The child... must be dead.

How could Sheng Miao leave her and Mo Shiche's child behind.