Your Excellency, I love you!

"My wife doesn't accept interviews." The man shielded her with long arms, preventing any microphones or reporters' hands from touching her, his voice was dignified and distant, "We are going back to the room to rest now, she is used to going to bed early."

The reporters' eyes lit up, and they hurriedly filmed the intimate scene of Mo Shiche hugging Luo Qiangwei...

The hotel security also rushed over and evacuated the swarming reporters.

The hall was quiet again, and Mo Shiche let go of his hand, but because the two were close, he naturally lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, and said in a low voice, "Help you drive away the reporters, are you Shouldn't you kiss me too?"

Unprepared, Luo Qiangwei was eaten tofu, her cheeks puffed up, and then she laughed coquettishly, "President Mo is really bold, if those reporters go back and send a news saying that we are more affectionate, you are not afraid that Luo Hongying will see it." Jealous and angry."

Luo Hongying?

Mo Shiche frowned when he heard the name, and he curled his lips into a half-smile, "Why do I think you're jealous, why don't we go out and kiss at the door, so that the media can take a clearer picture of our love?"

"Well, forget it then," she reached out her hand to touch his chest, and ate the tofu back, "If you can't control the heat, won't it turn into pornography?"

Mo Shiche narrowed his eyes, quickly lowered his head when she withdrew her hand, and kissed the back of her hand with his thin lips.

He said lightly, "I don't mind if you touch it back again, this time the bottom one?"

"..."

She really felt that this man was becoming more and more shameless in front of her. How did he become like this? Did she think that using this could be a good threat to intimidate her? !

Damn it.

But of course Luo Qiangwei didn't want to touch his stuff anymore, so she turned around and saw Liang Zixing standing by the French window in front of her.

She supported the glass window with one hand, lowered her head and covered her face with her long hair, as if she was holding back something.

Luo Qiangwei approached her, only to realize that Liang Zixing was trembling all over, and the extremely suppressed sobs overflowed intermittently, despairing and sad.

It makes people feel hopeless.

Luo Qiangwei couldn't help but think of her previous life, when she and Yan Chu were caught and raped in bed, she was also in such a state of embarrassment being chased by reporters and asked such humiliating questions;

And when Mo Shiche refused to see her or even ignored her, she also secretly cried in despair like this. She can still recall the despair at that moment, and she just feels that the sky is falling...

As if to lose him was to lose the whole world.

Why do women always have to be so stupid, why do they get hurt all over their bodies after giving love, and pay for the damage, licking the wound silently until the years dry up that riddled heart.

Is this the difference between loving and being loved?

Luo Qiangwei slowly stretched out her hand and landed on Liang Zixing's shoulder, "I understand your feelings, but love is not the whole of life, the pain of losing him will make you grow, since you are sure that he doesn't love you, there is no need for you Continue to love him, let go of him, you will find that there are many things in your life that are worthy of your love and hard work, one day, the person worthy of your love will appear, all you have to do is to guard yourself before he appears heart of."

The hotel lobby is very quiet.

The woman's clear and pleasant voice entered the man's eardrum word by word.

The uncontrolled pounding of the heart—

Mo Shiche stood where he was, looking at the beautiful woman who was less than ten meters away from him, but felt that a whole century was far away.