Your Excellency, I love you!

Mo Shiche's face, which had been softened by the affair, suddenly turned cold again. His tall nose was pressed against hers, and he narrowed his eyes coldly, "You made love to me just for his grandma? Don't tell me the whole process You think it's him, huh?"

Luo Qiangwei didn't have much strength, and didn't want to argue with him, she closed her eyes and said, "I was forced to do it with you just now, it hurt so much, I didn't think about it, I just wanted to die."

The man's eyes darkened, he hugged her even tighter, kissed her teardrop eyes with thin lips, and said in a low voice, "Did it hurt you just now?"

She pulled her lips, "It doesn't matter, I have suffered even more pain, it's nothing."

"What hurts more?" He opened his eyes, "Who made you hurt more."

"Is it important?" She didn't want to say any more, she clasped his shoulders with her slender fingers, "The time has come, grandma will be very anxious if she wakes up, you promised me, can it pass now?"

Mo Shiche's eyes darkened, but he quickly responded, "Yes, good."

He hugged her and sat down on the clean hospital bed, put her clothes on, and kissed her on the face and chest several times before walking out with her arms in his arms.

In the ward next door, Mrs. Mo did indeed wake up. As soon as she heard the movement, she immediately got excited, "Is it Che'er?"

"Yes grandma."

Hearing this, Luo Qiangwei hugged Mo Shiche's waist in a hurry, hoping that he would walk over quickly. This initiative to be close to him obviously pleased the man, so she reluctantly walked a few steps faster.

Luo Qiangwei pressed ink while Che sat down on the edge of the hospital bed.

Old Madam Mo was still on an IV drip, and the oxygen mask was taken off and put aside. When she saw the man in front of her, her deeply wrinkled old eyes turned red, and her voice trembled, "Che'er..."

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, "Grandma's good boy, grandma thought you were gone...Grandma is so sad..."

For Mrs. Mo, in the past 24 years, Mo Shiche was handsome, filial and obedient, had no bad habits, took over the Mo family and managed it very well, got married and married a wife, and his performance was a model.

In fact, he was a filial and family-friendly man, which was well known in Jiangcheng.

But that was already three years ago, and everyone in the distance has almost forgotten it.

Mo Shiche looked expressionlessly at the elderly man on the hospital bed, and wanted to get up and dodge the moment her hand reached out, but Luo Qiangwei pressed his shoulder hard, and when he looked up, he saw the woman's approaching pleading eyes, " Grandma is talking to you..."

He pursed his lips, sat back down again, and didn't move again.

The old lady Mo touched his face, tears came out, and she said hoarsely, "It's good to be back, it's good to be home... Grandma has been looking forward to your safety in this life, grandma doesn't ask for anything else, grandma just wants you You are well..."

Mo Shiche frowned, seeing old lady Mo's tears inexplicably felt a tightness in his chest, he didn't say a word, the more uncomfortable he felt, the more expressionless his face became, as if he couldn't sit still at all.

Is Mo Shiche's grandma—so how many people like Mo Shiche's man, grandma, women and brothers are all so infatuated, and they are very successful?

Ah.

He sneered silently with disdain.

Maybe it was because the Mo Shiche he pretended to be three years ago was very successful, or maybe the real Mo Shiche himself was a scumbag.

Luo Qiangwei pinched his arm and whispered, "Say a few words to grandma..."

Old Madam Mo hurriedly waved her hand, panting, "No, no, I'll just take a look at him, Qiangwei, let Che'er go back to rest, it's late, he must be tired..."