Your Excellency, I love you!

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Who was it that was dreaming?"

"I don't remember, it's not Chun Yimeng, I can't make a deep impression," she said lightly, running her fingers along her long brown curly hair, "And all my dark history is related to you, if you want to hide it It's probably because I peeked at you taking a shower before?"

Mo Shiche, "..."

He pulled his thin lips coldly, "What do you think after watching it?"

"Big and thick, the ideal type."

"Didn't you say I was thin before?"

"Oh, what I said above was comparing with chopsticks."

"..."

Mo Shiche's handsome face suddenly sank, he still maintained his bent posture, and he could still see the repulsion and avoidance in her eyes——

She was obviously still in a state of tension, and she took the initiative to say that she peeked at him taking a shower, just to change the subject.

As shrewd as he is, this little thought cannot be hidden from his eyes.

The oppressive feeling on her body was always there, and the man was still holding her waist tightly with one hand, Luo Qiangwei raised her hand and pushed him, "What are you doing, I don't feel well like this."

"You answer me, I will make you comfortable."

"What do you want me to answer? I've already said that I don't remember what I dreamed of, let alone," she raised a pale but still beautiful face, with a meaningless and cold smile, "You can rest assured, I will never dream of you."

Mo Shiche's eyes darkened suddenly.

The long-suppressed anger soared in an instant——

Before Luo Qiangwei could react, the man had already stood up straight, the thermos cup in his hand was smashed on the ground by him, and all the hot porridge spilled out.

He stared at her coldly with lowered eyes, turned around and strode out.

The door was slammed shut by him, making a loud bang.

Luo Qiangwei, "..."

When did this man learn to slam things and slam doors... But the porridge on the ground is such a pity, she is a little hungry.

The room was quiet.

Her smiling face became stiff little by little uncontrollably, she slowly lowered her head and buried her face in her palm.

Chu...

Is it you who entrusted me with a dream?

…………

Mo Shiche stood on the open-air balcony of the hospital and lit a cigarette.

Thin lips exhaled thick white smoke slowly.

He squinted his eyes, Luo Qiangwei's terrified face and the way she called Ah Chu repeatedly flashed in his mind.

His eyes became dark and cold.

He took out his cell phone and dialed.

The other end was quickly picked up, and Mu Yunshen said in a soft voice mixed with a smile, "What's the matter, I heard that your little wife passed out on the set, did you call my name in a dream?"

Mo Shiche sneered, "So you are Yan Chu?"

Mu Yunshen almost choked, "...I just made a fucking joke, did she call Yan Chu in her dream?"

Mo Shiche was silent, and it took a long time before he said calmly, "If Li'er called other men's names and you were by the side, what would you do?"

Mu Yun raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "I don't know what I will do, but I know you will definitely leave the door, so I said you are only suitable for being chased back."

"I think you might die today."

"..."

After 20 seconds of silence, Mu Yunshen spoke softly, "Shi Che, it's actually very simple. You need to think clearly about what you want—is it Luo Qiangwei or her heart? , she can only be made to cry by you, if it's her heart, then you have to do more than that, because I think she probably doesn't love you anymore, and doesn't plan to love you anymore."