Your Excellency, I love you!

Sheng Feng.

Mo Shiche walked down the steps with a tall and straight figure, squinted his eyes and sneered, "I robbed a third of the Sheng family, is this old fox finally unable to sit still?"

"He probably didn't come alone, but we can't find out how many people he brought with him," the assistant asked, "President Mo, do you want to see me?"

"See," Mo Shiche said with a cold face, "send someone to monitor around Sheng Miao's apartment, and don't let her meet Sheng Feng alone."

"Yes, President Mo."

After hanging up, Mo Shiche directly dialed Sheng Feng's number.

After two rings, it was connected.

"Uncle Sheng."

Sheng Feng chuckled, "You still use such a polite address for me."

Mo Shiche stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing with one hand, looking into the distance, "You are Tangtang's father, so I should call you uncle."

Is it because of Sheng Tang's face?

Sheng Feng's tone was unclear, "Shi Che." After a pause, he smiled, "Now you are willing to be Mo Shiche, betray me and betray your kindness, Miao Miao, you also completely give up, right?"

"She's not mine," the man said lightly, "I'm not interested in taking care of her and Bu Wei's family of three, and you probably aren't interested either, after all, she may not listen to you much now."

Sheng Feng didn't speak, and said after a long while, "Tonight at eight o'clock, in Yehuan's upstairs box, let's talk about the Sheng family."

"Row."

Mo Shiche hung up after finishing speaking.

After turning around, he saw the woman leaning against the glass door, with her long curly hair curled with her fingers, squinting at him.

Seeing him looking at her, Luo Qiangwei smiled, "President Mo, don't get me wrong, I didn't eavesdrop, I just came here."

Mo Shiche came over, wrapped his arms around her waist naturally, lowered his head and kissed her on the face, "Want to eavesdrop, I'll repeat it to you?"

Luo Qiangwei curled her lips, "I don't want to, if you and my little lover are cheating, then I won't feel sad in vain."

The voice just fell.

The whole person was pushed against the wall by the man, trapped between his chest.

Mo Shiche lowered his head, put the tip of his nose against hers, and asked in a low voice, "Tangtang, you will be sad, huh?"

"Yes," she blinked, "you are my husband, and you have a little lover outside, of course I am sad."

Mo Shiche's body was visibly stiff, his muscles stiff as a stone, his fiery eyes locked on her, and he suddenly leaned over to kiss her.

From such a close distance, she could clearly see the surging waves in the man's eyes, like lit stars, full of longing and surprise everywhere.

Luo Qiangwei closed her eyes.

Mo Shiche didn't let her go until he was exhausted from kissing her, and walked to the dining room with his arms in his arms. He was obviously in a happy mood, "Eat breakfast, what do you want to eat?"

She still answered, "Eat your cooked noodles."

After breakfast, Mo Shiche was about to go to the company, and when he reached the entrance, Luo Qiangwei entangled him.

She hugged his waist from behind, put her cheek on his shoulder, and whispered, "Can I come back after work today? I'll make you a cake."

"Tangtang, I have an appointment tonight, and I'm not sure what time I'll be back." He tilted his head and rubbed her face, "Tomorrow, I won't go out all day, so I'll stay with you at home, huh?"

"A date with a man?"

"man."

Luo Qiangwei didn't speak, just hugged him for a while, and then let go, "Okay," she smiled, "Go to work quickly."

"Well," Mo Shiche changed his shoes, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "wait for me when I come back."