Your Excellency, I love you!

Chapter 662 President Mo, who has always been aloof, looks like a resentful woman

If you don't love, you won't hate it, you just feel indifferent - like she is now.

Mo Shiche didn't speak any more, and let Luo Qiangwei pull him to sit on the sofa. She fetched the medicine box and spread his palm on her lap.

The flesh in the palm has been burned by cigarette butts... I can't bear to look directly at it.

Luo Qiangwei bit her lip, and carefully disinfected him.

Mo Shiche looked at her seemingly cautious movements, and thought of the man on the stretcher bed in the hospital, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, heh, should he still be grateful to that man——

If it wasn't for him, she might not even be willing to get close to him, so how could she give him medicine.

After working on it for nearly half an hour, Luo Qiangwei breathed a sigh of relief when the dressing was finally finished, "Okay, you can't touch the water in the shower tonight, you can take off your clothes with one hand, right?"

The man said indifferently, "No."

"..." Luo Qiangwei frowned, "Why can't one hand work, can't you just be careful?"

"Maybe if I accidentally touch the water, the wound will rot." Mo Shiche looked at her with dark eyes, "If it rots, maybe this hand will be useless. By then, I will be a disabled person. Maybe I can drive with one hand. You'd get into a car accident and die."

"..."

"You will be free when I die," he laughed lightly at himself, "You don't have to go home at eleven o'clock, you can go out with whoever you want, you can do whatever you want, no one will pester you and bother you, you can laugh in your dreams woke up."

"..."

Luo Qiangwei looked at the usually aloof President Mo with a resentful expression, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she smiled slightly, "President Mo, I just let you take a bath with one hand, where did you get so much drama?"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me," Mo Shiche pulled his lips, and said coolly, "If I die, it's over."

"..." Luo Qiangwei was convinced, and stood up after a moment of silence, "Don't you just want me to help you take a bath? Just say no, and beat around the bush to waste my time?"

"You enjoy playing with Yan Chu for four hours, and talking to me for 10 minutes is a waste of time." Mo Shiche looked up at her. In this posture, it seemed that he was looking up at her, and his tone was even more self-deprecating and self-deprecating, " Why don't you go to the kitchen and stab me to death with a knife, so that I won't be able to let go, but you will be annoyed when you see me."

"..."

Luo Qiangwei didn't want to hear him continue to be weird, so she grabbed his other hand and walked towards the stairs, "It's late, take a shower and go to sleep."

Upstairs, she pushed him directly into the bathroom, "raise the bandaged hand."

Mo Shiche looked at her deeply with dark eyes, "Do you want to help me take a bath?"

Luo Qiangwei raised her eyebrows, "Why, you don't want to?"

Mo Shiche raised his hand.

Luo Qiangwei took off his shirt and trousers until the last step, she pursed her lips, "Mr. Mo, can you take off the bottom trousers yourself?"

"Can't take it off."

"Then you just stand."

She turned around and wanted to go out, but the man grabbed her waist and directly pressed against the foggy wall behind her.

Mo Shiche was pressing her down, still holding his injured hand, and holding her hand with the other hand, putting it on his waist, and slowly pulled down the black underpants.

Before Mo Shiche could move, he felt the woman's body stiffen.

It wasn't her deliberate disguise, it was completely subconscious.

Mo Shiche's eyes darkened slightly, he leaned over to hug her, buried his handsome face in the crook of her neck, and said in a low voice, "I promise it's very light, it won't hurt you at all, can't it?"