Your Excellency, I love you!

What's more, I don't know who it is, and it has been useless for a long time.

Unexpectedly, Luo Qiangwei reacted extremely violently, and slapped his hand away forcefully, "You are not allowed to touch it! This is Mo Duda!"

Mo was dumbfounded.

This name... a fool.

Mo Shiche thought it was subtly cute at first, but when he thought it was another man, his face darkened again, so he grabbed her wrist forcefully, "The toothbrush is dirty and throw it away, I want to brush my teeth and go to the bathroom."

"Don't! How dare you touch it!" Luo Qiangwei broke free from his embrace, shaking her head like a rattle, "It's not dirty, it's not dirty at all, it belongs to Mo Shiche, he used it...I... I like him the most..."

Mo Shiche bent down, raised her face, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say that I am him? Then I am him now, and now I will carry you to the bathroom to wash yourself off, huh?"

"You're not him!" Luo Qiangwei suddenly opened her eyes wide, and glared at him angrily, "You're not him... Mo Shiche doesn't like other women, he's not like that, he's not you, he's not you... ..."

Mo Shiche paused, feeling inexplicably annoyed at being rejected, and then the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer, "He's not like this, so you're sorry for him? It's Mu Yunshen and Yan Chu, and there was another one just now. Yan Song—you are so indiscreet, is Mo Shiche mad at you, huh?"

Luo Qiangwei was startled, with a drunken red face, seemed to be seriously thinking about his words, and then said angrily, "That's not true! He dare not be angry! He listens to me very much!"

"How obedient are you?" Mo Shiche stroked the skin of her cheeks with his fingertips, squinted and sneered, "So obedient that you allow you to mess around with men outside? He doesn't care if you are so promiscuous?"

"You..." Luo Qiangwei frowned. Even though she was drunk, she could tell that the words were not good. She struggled to stand up, and was about to walk out with her shirt in her arms, "I don't want to talk to you bastard... Go find Mo Shiche, I'm going to find him, he treats me well..."

Mo Shiche's face darkened, and he pulled her back and leaned heavily on the wall. His tall figure locked her in his arms, with a deep displeasure in his eyes, "He treats you well, so you only like he?"

"Of course... um."

Mouth was heavily blocked.

Feeling the pain of being bitten, Luo Qiangwei stretched out her hand to push him, "Go away... bastard...you go away... ah..."

"Let me ask you again, he treats you well, so you only like him?" Mo Shiche held her small face with a big hand, his gloomy eyes seemed to eat her, "So you are just playing with other men Play, including me—you want me to accompany you because I used to be his substitute, huh?"

"I don't want you..." She heard the other men shake their heads reflexively, she couldn't shrink anymore, she wished she could escape 8000 meters away from him, "I don't want you, I don't want others...I want Mo Shiche...I I want my husband..."

Ah.

Sure enough, she was thinking about that dead husband in her heart, and she only liked him.

Mo Shiche bit her earlobe, his voice was full of malice and unknown jealousy, "You said if your deceased husband knew that you were played by other men like this, would he still want you?"

"No..." Luo Qiangwei was drunk and couldn't use normal logic to refute and justify, but gritted her teeth and trembled, avoiding his breath, "I don't want to see you, you go..."