Your Excellency, I love you!

The entertainment paparazzi inside wanted to pretend they weren't there at first, but when Mo Shiche started kicking the door, he finally came to open the door.

He just unlocked the door, when Mo Shiche kicked the door completely open. The paparazzi was thrown to the ground by the door, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't get up for a while.

Mo Shiche glanced at the cameras and notebooks on the table in the room, and knew that he had found the right one. He said lightly, with a hoarse voice that still showed passion, "Bring me the photos you took."

The paparazzi still wanted to play dumb, "What nonsense are you talking about..."

The man said blankly, "I'll give you ten seconds, don't challenge my patience."

"..."

Seeing his cold and murderous look, the paparazzi didn't dare to provoke him at all, so they hurriedly carried the notebook to him.

The interface is a mailbox, with photos of him and Xia Yuan entering the room one after another, and of him being pulled into the room by a slender arm... The angle is well chosen, ambiguous and evocative.

And the title is about cheating at the Mo Family Hotel.

Apparently, the paparazzi have been made and are ready to be sent out.

At this time, the paparazzi suddenly looked behind him, "Luo, Miss Luo..."

Mo Shiche turned around and met the woman's beautiful cat eyes. Luo Qiangwei had obviously just woken up. She was wearing a bathrobe and her long hair was messily draped over her shoulders. She had a winding and lazy morning beauty.

He looked at her, "Did you find this paparazzi?"

Her face was slightly pale from being tired all night, "Yes."

"You want him to take pictures of Xia Yuan and me and send them out to tell the whole world that I'm cheating?"

"Yes."

"Then you can file a lawsuit to divorce me, right?"

"Yes."

Luo Qiangwei admitted everything, and did not intend to deny it at all.

Mo Shiche stared at her, and after a while he smiled, "Okay."

He took the notebook from the paparazzi, and directly pressed the send button——

The paparazzi hurriedly said, "This can't be withdrawn, it will be directly exposed by the magazine..."

"As you wish," Mo Shiche looked at Luo Qiangwei, with a half-smile on his handsome dark face, "Since you want everyone to think so, then let it out, but you have to be clear—"

His tone turned cold suddenly, and he was forceful and uncompromising, "Whether it is explosive or not, I will not cheat, and you will file a lawsuit or not, I will never divorce you. You can only be in my Mo Shiche's household registration book in this life. Come on, being my woman and my wife, nothing can shake that."

After leaving this sentence, he turned around and walked away with long legs.

Luo Qiangwei's slender and thin body stood at the door of the room, her face was stiff and dull, and she didn't move for a long time.

She suddenly laughed softly again.

How long can this life be.

She might not make it at all.

…………

Mu Yunshen came to the hotel for morning tea with foreign customers, and just after entering the lobby, he saw a tall and handsome figure walking indifferently towards the door.

He glanced at him, and didn't want to pay attention at first, but he inadvertently caught sight of the man's bloody left hand hanging down, his handsome face suddenly sank, and he walked over to block him with a few strides.

He was still angry, and his tone was cold, "What are you doing here."

Mo Shiche didn't even lift his eyelids, "Didn't you hang up on my phone, you don't care what I do."

"..." Mu Yunshen smiled instead of anger, "But when I saw you bleeding, I wanted you to bandage it up, otherwise you would have to ask me to collect the body if you died outside. I don't have that much time to spare."

As he spoke, he reached out and clasped his shoulders, dragging him directly to the rest area beside him.

Mo Shiche tried to shake him off with a cold face, but Mu Yunshen pressed him hard, and smiled coldly, "Mo Shiche, don't force me to trouble your woman, you said that Luo Qiangwei's pretty face was slapped Wouldn't it be a pity to have a meal?"