Your Excellency, I love you!

Mo Shiche's eyes fell on his face, he slowly focused to see his face clearly, and then closed it again, "Why are you here?"

"You were seriously injured in a car accident and you are about to die. Your wife ignored you and you have no children, and your mistress is still in a coma. No one but me came to see you." Mu Yunshen put one hand in his pocket and looked down at him, "How do you feel? It hurts."

"I don't have a mistress," Mo Shiche asked hoarsely, rolling his Adam's apple up and down, "Where is Sheng Tang?"

"How do I know, maybe I'm flirting with other men," Mu Yunshen said with a frivolous smile, "She doesn't love you anymore, and you've posted it for so long, it doesn't seem to have any effect."

"Has she been to the hospital?"

Mu Yun narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, "I've been here, I took a look that you are not dead, and then left again."

Mo Shiche seemed to be pierced by thousands of arrows, and suddenly opened his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cold, "Did you grow up with Mo Shiche before? I'm curious, how did he treat such a bad person like you as a good man?" brother."

"That may be because Mo Shiche has a more charismatic personality," Mu Yunshen said lightly, "otherwise, I am such an excellent person, why would I choose him as my brother."

"..."

Mo Shiche closed his eyes again, and opened them again after a while, "Call me."

He just woke up now and couldn't move.

Mu Yunshen had a half-smile, "Hmm, you're really spineless, you only closed your eyes for 3 minutes. Didn't you say I'm hurt?"

Mo Shiche, "..."

Seeing his cold Zhang Jun face, Mu Yunshen looked like he was going to be irritable at any time, raised his eyebrows, dialed Luo Qiangwei's number, and put the phone to his ear, "Okay, look at your abandoned infatuation, that's all. Tell her, I will hold the phone for you."

He thought that he would not be able to get through, or that the woman knew that he was in a car accident with Sheng Miao and was upset, so she deliberately didn't answer the phone...

But after only two rings, Luo Qiangwei answered, with a slight smile in her voice, "Mr. Mu, what do you want from me?"

Mo Shiche's Adam's apple rolled, "It's me."

"..."

Luo Qiangwei didn't know who it was until she reacted, "President Mo?" She was surprised for only a second, and then said, "What's wrong, you dropped your phone?"

Mo Shiche frowned, "I'm in the hospital."

"so?"

"I'm lying on the hospital bed and I can't move. Do you think I can drop my phone?"

She frowned, "Are you calling to tell me this mentally handicapped conclusion?"

Mo Shiche was silent, and said after a few seconds, "When are you coming over?"

"Oh, I'm in the yoga classroom. I might not be free today," she said in a normal tone. "Another day. I've already explained to your assistant. Don't worry, it won't affect anything."

He said in a deep voice, "Sheng Tang, what do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting."

"You're throwing a tantrum at me."

Losing his temper?

Luo Qiangwei was slightly taken aback, and then laughed mockingly, accompanied by a low sigh, "Mr. Mo, you like to spoil the atmosphere, do you want me to make it clear——I'm selling to you right now. You're dead, so you don't have to worry about me running away. After all, I still need your money, so it's up to you to protect who gets into a car accident with whom. Our business relationship won't change. When you get better, I'll still undress Here you go, don't think about it, huh?"

"..."

The man at the other end fell silent again, and his breathing became a little rough.

Luo Qiangwei raised her eyebrows, angry?

Obviously he was the one who insisted on looking for something to do when he had nothing to do, and insisted on forcing her to tell the truth——