Your Excellency, I love you!

Mo Shiche's voice was deep and indifferent, "I don't ask for anything else, I just ask you to let her go, leave smoothly, and don't go back and stay because of unnecessary people or things. After all, you know very well that Miaojiang is not safe. .”

When he said meaningless people or things, Mo Huangnian's first reaction was Yan Chu, he pursed his lips, "Well, don't worry about this, I will do what I say, and she will definitely leave smoothly."

"Also, take good care of Tangtang," Mo Shiche said calmly, "She has no relatives in her life, and the child is too young. Mu Yunshen told me that the Luo family treated her very badly before, and Sheng Feng and Sheng Miao also treated her poorly. It's not good for her, Su Wu and Ding Fanying have passed away, she doesn't have many friends, Tang Sitian can't guarantee that she can't have too many contacts with her, Yan Chu won't accept it anymore... the only relatives who can take care of her in the future are you."

[My life is bad, I shouldn't hate anyone. 】

The woman's self-deprecating expression when she said this automatically appeared in her mind.

Is life bad, not necessarily, maybe leave him and start again, there will be a bright future.

After all, she once said that the person who hurt her the most in this life was him, Mo Shiche.

…………

Two days passed quickly and calmly.

On the morning when Luo Qiangwei was leaving, it rained heavily, Sheng Miao woke up very early for some reason.

In fact, she hasn't been sleeping well since Bu Wei's death, and she often has strange nightmares related to the past. In her dreams, there are Bu Wei, famine years, and occasionally Mo Shiche...

Even occasionally, she would dream of Su Wu and Sheng Feng whom she had only seen a few times.

Sheng Miao didn't quite remember what she dreamed about, but every time she woke up, she felt very uncomfortable, and even the corners of her eyes were wet, probably because she cried in a dream.

It's been a short time since they got married, because Mo Shiche was seriously injured in a fight with Yan Chu on the day of the wedding, and he was still taking medicine and drips every day, so Sheng Miao didn't mention sleeping with him.

But now, lying in the huge and luxurious bedroom of the Sheng family's old house, listening to the sound of rainstorm and thunder outside the window, Sheng Miao suddenly felt a strong sense of loneliness.

Even though she is now the head of the Sheng family and the woman who married Mo Shiche as she wished, she still can't fill this emptiness and loneliness.

After lying down for a while, Sheng Miao lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the door of the bedroom on the second floor in a thin and see-through nightdress.

Knock on the door.

"Shi Che, are you awake?"

She held her breath and didn't hear any movement in the room, so she unscrewed the doorknob and pushed the door and walked in.

The strong smell of smoke came over his face, and Sheng Miao subconsciously raised his hand to fan him. After walking a few steps forward, he saw the handsome man sitting on the dark sofa with long legs crossed.

An ashtray full of cigarette butts was placed on Mo Shiche's lap, and thick white smoke lingered around him, making his thin and handsome facial features seem real and unreal, and the decadent atmosphere was full of mystery and dignity.

Sheng Miao suddenly felt her heart throbbing. She walked over directly, bent down to pick up the ashtray, and was about to sit on the man's lap.

Mo Shiche raised his hand to touch the ashtray, and the cigarette butt and cigarette butt turned Sheng Miao all over her body, causing her to cough violently.

"Shi Che...cough..."

His voice was also indifferent, "What are you doing in my room?"

Sheng Miao didn't leave, but stood in front of him again after wiping off the ashes, reached out and grabbed the waistband of the nightgown, and pulled it away.