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Chapter 172 Strangers——Only suitable for people who live in strangers

Luo Qiangwei's nerves tensed, and she directly bit down on his tongue.

A faint smell of blood spread in the mouths of the two.

Mo Shiche stopped kissing, and slowly withdrew from her mouth. The wound on his tongue woke him up and made him even more irritated. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing low and heavily, "Luo Qiangwei, he Is it always with you like this?"

He clearly refers to Yan Chu.

Going around and still talking about this.

Luo Qiangwei bit the corner of her lips, and said coldly, "If you want to be accompanied, you should be accompanied in an upright manner, Mo Shiche, don't try to trouble Ah Chu, he is just a male friend of mine, don't you have any female friends?"

The man said without thinking, "No."

Indeed not, what does he want a woman to be his friend, she is enough to be his wife.

She heard the words and smiled, "Oh."

Some of his women are all bed partners, such as Luo Hongying who accompanied him to have an affair—speaking of which, the two of them have really superb acting skills. That time when they played infighting in Ah Chu's apartment, they acted like a Realistic.

If she hadn't seen them on the bed with her own eyes, she would have been tricked by him just like that.

Same as the previous life... was easily deceived, lived a life of misery and pain, and didn't understand until death.

The tragic shadow of the previous life enveloped her all the time, like a shadow, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what. Thinking of the baby who died tragically, Luo Qiangwei's whole body froze, as if she had done something heinous...

She was coaxed by him like that... She wanted to forgive him.

It was her who was wrong too far, and there is an unforgivable problem between them... The lost life cannot be repaid, even if it does not exist in this life.

They should be strangers - only for people who live in strangers.

Mo Shiche looked at the sarcasm in her eyebrows, and couldn't help frowning, "What do you mean by that oh, I don't have any female friends, shouldn't you be very happy?"

She smiled brightly, but it seemed like she was wearing a disguised mask, "Why should I be happy? It's up to you whether you are there or not. Anyway, you won't accompany me, so you can do whatever you want."

"You blame me," he stared at her, his Adam's apple rolling, "blame me for not being with you less, is it usually less, or these years."

"I don't blame you," she still smiled. "You didn't accompany me before, and I don't need it now. It just so happens that we both save trouble."

His eyes were deep, "I will accompany you from now on, as long as you say, you can do anything."

"That's right, that's fine," she raised her face, "We're divorced, and we'll leave tomorrow, Mo Shiche, this marriage is deceiving each other and it's so painful, why on earth should we continue?"

"What is mutual deception." There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips, "You lied to me, and I lied to you."

"I lied to you that I also want to live a good life with you, so you just pretend that I had a brain twitch a few days ago,"

She flicked her long hair that was blown by the wind, as if she was trying to hide her emotions, she paused for a moment before teasing half-jokingly, "As for you lying to me, there may be a lot, well, for example, in case you actually have some illness and hide it from me." As for me, I hate men who are sick the most, they will feel very insecure, so let's get a divorce as soon as possible."

The film and television city is close to the mountain, so the wind is very strong. The cold wind blows over the man's stiff and cold body. He just looked at her calmly, his pupils constricted heavily.

The light from the street lamp behind him shone on his tall figure, which was indescribably dim.

I hate sick men the most.

So does she have another reason to hate him, he thought lightly to himself.