Luo Qiangwei stepped out of the company and saw him downstairs.
Mo Shiche leaned against the car door smoking, and as soon as he saw her, he immediately snuffed out the cigarette and walked over with his long legs, "Off work," he said as his arms were already wrapping around her waist, "Let's go home for dinner. I've bought groceries and will cook your favorite dishes, okay?"
In the back seat of the car were neatly packed bags of fresh vegetables and meat from the supermarket, along with some of her favorite milk and snacks.
Luo Qiangwei had no objections upon hearing this and smiled, "Okay."
"Then let's go home."
Mo Shiche stood up straight, his shirt crumpled from her clutching just now. A young female employee who came out said busily, "President Mo is still so affectionate with Mrs. Mo."
Mo Shiche, who would usually not spare a glance at others, actually lifted his eyelids and said lightly, "We've always been very affectionate."
