Your Excellency, I love you!

She was startled, and then grabbed his arm, her voice hoarse and strained, "You don't need to kneel," she repeated, "You don't need to kneel, just finish your toast."

Mo Shiche paused, looked at her sideways, and then his eyes that had just lit up sank slightly again, "There is no reason not to kneel when toasting the deceased elder, let alone I want to promise, you let me kneel, Um?"

Luo Qiangwei's little hand clenched red marks on his arm, "No," she said resolutely, "you don't need to kneel, you can stand up to toast, or if you don't want to toast, just forget it."

When she said this, her small face was tense, and her eyes were also looking at the distant mountains, as if she was enduring something.

Mo Shiche's eyes darkened a little, but he didn't force him anymore, his tall body stood up again, "Okay," he pulled her hand down, gently stroking her palm to make her relax, "I stand and respect. "

Luo Qiangwei lowered her eyelashes, "Well, respect."

Mo Shiche stood facing the tombstone, and said a few words in a low voice. He always cherishes words like gold, concise and clear, nothing more than he will take good care of her and the children, so that Ding Fanying can rest assured.

If it is a promise, it seems to have some meaning, but his tone and tone are too indifferent, and his voice is naturally cool, so people can't hear the son-in-law's respect for his mother-in-law.

This man has never learned to be respectful since he was born, and he has always been respected only by others.

After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in Mo Shiche's porcelain cup in one gulp.

Luo Qiangwei watched his Adam's apple rolling and swallowed all the wine, she suddenly said, "Mr. Mo, I have something to tell you."

Mo Shiche looked down at her, "Huh?"

She didn't speak, just looked at him, Mo Shiche reached out to caress her cheek, his head suddenly became dizzy.

He was slightly startled, but then he quickly reacted and reached out to grab her wrist.

The woman took a step back to avoid it.

Mo Shiche still wanted to move forward, but a strong sense of dizziness hit him step by step, impacting his control, his consciousness was becoming blurred, and his strength was gradually disappearing.

His tall figure swayed, struggled, and knelt down slowly.

He supported his head with one hand, closed his eyes forcefully and then opened them again, trying to stand up, "Luo Qiangwei..."

Beautiful woman takes a syringe out of her pocket.

She bent down, supported his handsome and misty face with her plain hands, and said in a low voice, "I want to say yes to you—goodbye."

She pulled out the needle and injected the needle into his neck, "Just in case, so this is a high-concentration tranquilizer, you will sleep for at least ten hours or more, and when you wake up, I am already on the other side of the world .”

There were stabbing pains on the skin of the neck, and Mo Shiche didn't care about it at all. His handsome face lost the mask of indifference in the past, and he was anxious and panicked, "No, Luo Qiangwei... don't go..."

He clasped her wrist, but he lost his strength, and was easily brushed away by the woman.

The man had already completely knelt on the ground, the tranquilizer made him lose consciousness, and he fell down slowly...

Luo Qiangwei pulled out the pillow and threw the needle by his side.

Mo Shiche lay in the cold cemetery, opened his eyes with the last bit of strength, and opened and closed the thin lips of the woman standing in front of him, "Luo Qiangwei..."

"I don't want to see you again in my life, and I hope you don't look for me either," she looked down at him, her eyes were silent and cold, "I loved you so much in the past two lives, and I hate you so much now. Meet each other—this is the best destination for enemies."