Mo Shiche clasped her fingers and brought them to his lips for a kiss, "Be good, don't be angry, I'll beat him up later."
Luo Qiangwei, "..."
As expected... how well does Young Master Mu understand her President Mo.
"I'm not angry, I'm not that petty…" Her red lips pouted adorably, fluttering her seductive eyes, "Hubby, just tell me the truth, do you really think I treat you poorly?"
He squinted his eyes with a sarcastic smile, "Do you want me to say yes or no?"
Luo Qiangwei looked at him pitifully, pointing to herself, "Well, I definitely hope you'll say no…"
"Then no, you treat me very well," Mo Shiche pinched her cheek with his long fingers, his gaze deep and concentrated, "If you're happy, give me a kiss; if you're unhappy, I'll keep on praising you until you're willing to give me a kiss, okay?"
