Your Excellency, I love you!

Luo Qiangwei looked at his affectionate eyes, and asked again, "Is it just you and my child?"

Mo Shiche looked at the little boy beside him, and stroked his head with his hand, "I can have a daughter, I like daughters."

"But we live like this, what should others do?" She looked directly at him and smiled softly, "Where is Miss Sheng? Have you completely ignored her?"

He didn't change his expression, "What does our life have to do with her?"

"Don't you care about her and the child?"

"If she wants money, I can give it to her. I can't give anything else. I have already made this very clear." He looked up at her, "Tangtang, don't you understand?"

Luo Qiangwei tilted her head and smiled, "Then what if, I just don't want you to take care of her? You are not allowed to give money, and the others... are not kept."

Mo Shiche narrowed his eyes slightly, "You want her to die?"

She looked at him, "What if I say yes?"

There was a moment of dead silence in the air.

Mo Shiche stared at her for half a minute before saying, "If you want Miao Miao to die, then in exchange, the man you want to save in the hospital will also die."

Luo Qiangwei's face turned cold, and then she sneered, "So President Mo still remembered that you kidnapped him. I thought you wouldn't admit it after meeting him. Where is he?"

"If you want Miao Miao to die, then I want him to die." Mo Shiche looked at her with deep eyes, deep and indifferent, "Fair trade, I don't think it's too much—or, are you reluctant?"

"Oh," she nodded, "I'm really reluctant."

Mo Shiche's handsome face turned cold in an instant, he looked away, hugged Xiaomeng who was beside him, and said indifferently, "Then let's pretend we didn't say anything about it, and when you are willing to part with him someday, I will take him with you." Miao Miao was buried together, huh?"

"So you planned to keep him imprisoned before this?" Luo Qiangwei squinted and sneered, "I didn't give him the operation that should be done, and just dragged it on until the day he died?"

"It's good that I can keep him alive. It's impossible to spend money and manpower to perform surgery on him." Mo Shiche caressed Xiaomeng's face, his handsome eyebrows were cold, but the eyes that looked at her were warm "Or, you and your son will stay by my side, and our family of three will live well, Tangtang, his safety depends on you."

Luo Qiangwei didn't speak.

After a while, he turned and went upstairs.

……

Luo Qiangwei didn't know how she fell asleep lying on the bed.

Waking up was woken up by Mo Shiche. She was a little annoyed at getting up, and stayed in bed for a while angrily. Finally, she was carried downstairs for lunch by the man.

Xiaomeng's appetite was not as good as Xiaotaozi's, and he was not good at eating, and it took a long time to feed him. Mo Shiche moved his baby seat to his side, and patiently fed him mouthfuls.

Those eyes... probably the eyes of a man when he looks at the son his beloved woman gave birth to.

Luo Qiangwei flicked the rice in the bowl, seeing this scene she lost her appetite, but she still ate a bowl of rice under the pressure of Mo Shiche's gaze.

After lunch, she coaxed Xiaomeng to take a nap, and in a daze, she heard something fall on the ground and made a 'dong' sound. She didn't sleep deeply at first, but suddenly woke up.

Luo Qiangwei covered the sleeping Xiaomeng with the thin quilt, and carefully got out of bed and walked out of the master bedroom.

The door of the study room was ajar, and there was a low muffled hum from a man inside.

She walked over with a frown, and saw Mo Shiche sitting on a chair through the crack of the door. His sweater was pulled up, revealing the wound on the left side of his chest. He lowered his head and was applying medicine to himself.