Your Excellency, I love you!

Sheng Miao closed the book in her hand, her beautiful face was gentle and quiet, "Miss Luo," she smiled slightly, "I came here with my fiancé for a social event, and I just read to pass the time because I don't know how to gamble. Did that bother you too?"

Luo Qiangwei smiled charmingly, with a long and contemptuous tone, "Maybe it's oh, I've always been a person who can't be pretended... especially the enemy who killed my husband, since I don't gamble, don't occupy the scene, it's an eyesore, "

As she spoke, she raised Yang Haobai's slender wrist, smiling coldly, "Come here, tear up the book in Miss Sheng's hand, and then throw her out. The more embarrassing the fall, the better."

Two well-trained bodyguards immediately appeared from behind her, strode over, and each grabbed Sheng Miao's arm and lifted her up.

The book in her hand was also torn to pieces in an instant.

Sheng Miao bit her lower lip, her brows and eyes turned angry, but her naturally gentle temperament made her weak and delicate even when she was angry, "Let me go...you guys are bullying too much..."

"You just know, I've always been a bully," Luo Qiangwei stood there with curly hair and a slender posture like the most dazzling queen, "Jiangcheng is our Mo family's territory, Miss Sheng, as long as you have the courage to step on it, Come in, I'll see you tease you again and again, and see who of us hates each other more."

Sheng Miao was half-carried out by two bodyguards, her long skirt was torn and crumpled, embarrassing and embarrassing.

She was struggling all the time, very uncooperative, Luo Qiangwei winked, and the bodyguard immediately let go.

Sheng Miao fell heavily to the ground, her eyes were reddened by the pain.

The corridor light on the right suddenly turned on.

The sound of steady and hasty footsteps came.

The tall and handsome man came out with one hand in his pocket.

The black shirt made his demeanor even more indifferent. The ironed expensive handmade trousers without any wrinkles wrapped around a pair of slender legs. He walked to Sheng Miao's side, leaned over and hugged her.

The deep and hoarse voice was full of worry that could not be concealed, "Miao Miao, did you hurt yourself?"

Sheng Miao leaned in his arms, and clasped his arms with her fingers. Although she could see the grievance on her face, she still shook her head, "I...it's fine."

It's okay.

His eyes were obviously red from the pain.

The man's bottomless black eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the beautiful woman standing under the crystal lamp across a table.

It happened that Luo Qiangwei was also looking at him.

Four eyes facing each other.

A cold disgust with scrutiny.

A dumbfounded extreme shock.

The whole audience quieted down by coincidence, and in the always noisy hall, the beating of heartbeat could even be heard at this moment.

It was Luo Qiangwei's heart that was so fast that it was about to jump out of her throat——

She opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, looking at the man not far in front of her, her eyes were as shocked as if a century had passed, and she murmured uncontrollably, "Mo Shiche..."

Is it her eyesight...?

She... saw Mo Shiche... Was it a hallucination?

Yan Chu standing behind her was even more shocked, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe, was that... Mo Shiche?

Infinite panic flooded his heart, like the fear that the mask he had disguised for a long time was about to be torn off——

How is it possible, how is it possible that Mo Shiche is still alive, the cruise ship obviously exploded, and there should be no bones left of him from the bombing.

But the man's face was clearly that of Mo Shiche again.

With a sharp silhouette, handsome and delicate facial features, she exudes a cool and noble aura. One button on the top of the shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a sexy and beautiful collarbone.