Will You Die if You Don’t Pretend to be Forced?

Two hours later, the clock pointed to the eight-thirty position, and Li Qing walked from the living room to the kitchen.

The hourly workers she hired all came to clean when she was not at home. When she was at home, she never pretended to be someone else’s hand, so even if the two of them were delayed until this time due to their previous play, Mr. Li had to cook by herself. Solve the dinner problem for two people.

Basically, this meal does not need to count on Wang Mosi. Because of the three previous attempts to counter-attack, this person is still sitting on the sofa with soft legs-he can't stand up at all.

However, until Li Qing put the dinner on the dining table, looking back, the man who was half-opened on the sofa was sitting and not sitting, leaning on the back of the sofa like bones, with his slender and straight legs lying on top of each other. On the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

Wang Mosi carried a plate of cherries on his stomach, and watched the news while eating cherries lazily. The hickey on his neck spread ambiguously to the snow-white skin of his chest under the light.

The open shirt was just concealed on her body. The skirt that had been faded to the calf was pushed to the ground by her. The shirt could only cover the base of the thigh. The leaning posture of the whole person revealed a lazy middle clip. Coloring-the taste of affection.

As if noticing Li Qing's movements, she raised her hand to turn off the sound of the TV, spread her arms in her direction, and asked shamelessly: "I can't walk anymore, hug me~"

How could Li Qing get used to her to this point, walked up to her, leaned over and stared at her calmly and asked, "Can't you walk?"

At the end of that moment, Wang Mosi said that she believed that she could not walk. It was time to finish a meal, so she definitely pretended to be.

"Yeah, if you are willing to let me once, now I can stand by myself at the dinner table, it's all your pot, you have to reflect."

Li Qing admired the fact that she was still thinking about trying to overwhelm herself with her physical strength.

People can have dreams, but they cannot stay awake.

The slender hand patrolled all the way up the calf on the coffee table, pressing directly on the base of the thigh. The expression on Li Qing's face was still faint, with her eyes down as if she was looking at some official document. He was obviously doing this kind of thing on his hand, but he had this expression on his face, this kind of stuffy-sorrowful expression. The appearance of Wang Mosi makes Wang Mosi feel that the blood in his body is boiling every time he sees it.

But she is also really hungry. If she wants to continue to achieve her grand goal, her body is the capital of revolution and life. Only when she is full can she have the strength to continue teasing Miss Sister.

So when Li Qing's hands were going inward along the roots of his legs, Wang Mosi was electrocuted in a second to recover his form, retracted his legs and sat upright, while pulling the skirt back with his feet, quickly picked it up and put it on. Standing straight in front of her, she said innocently:

"Oh, the moment of time in my body was filled with great power, supporting me to stand up. It's a miracle."

Li Qing has always had nothing to do with the appearance of running a train with her mouth full, so she reluctantly followed her to the dining table.

The dining table is relatively large and has a square design. Two people sit face to face on both sides.

All the furniture in this house was bought by Li Qing's parents, and after she was left alone, she did not change any structure inside.

Wang Mosi didn't know what expression to face her when he knew this.

Wang Mosi had always known that Li Qing was cruel to others, but she only knew at that time that Li Qing was cruel to herself.

This person built a cage for himself and shut himself in. If it weren't for Wang Mosi's appearance to add bright colors to her fading memory, this person could slowly live himself to only black and white.

"Can you tell me now, can you find a job?" Because with Wang Mosi, Li Qing cares more about getting along with each other, and less about eating etiquette.

Wang Mosi smiled and picked up a piece of tofu and put it in Li Qing's bowl, but the answer was very awkward: "Guess~"

Li Qing's eating movements were very elegant, but the speed of eating was not slow. He stopped his chopsticks. Because of the tenderness of the eyes, the charm of the usually cold eyes spread out, unconsciously seduce Wang Mosi.

...Oh, I really want to overwhelm her.

Wang Mosi licked her lower lip, and walked back and forth above her dining table with her eyes without blinking. He suddenly forgot about his previous selling-off, and said the answer:

"high school teacher."

Li Qing tried to make her surprise less obvious.

Wang Mosi narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "Want to say that I misunderstood the children? Huh?"

If she dare to say yes, she will be able to lift the roof tonight and do what she says.

Li Qing was not blind. He could see the shining dissatisfaction and threats on her face. He coughed and cleared her throat. For the first time in her life, she said against her conscience:

"fine."

"Well, you can boast even less distracted." Wang Mosi put down his chopsticks and leaned back on the chair, with his hands around his chest, his dark eyes staring at the opposite person, his lips pursed slightly, and he was extremely dissatisfied.

Li Qing began to seriously think about the reasons for Wang Mosi's choice.

"Come on, now put your left hand on your chest." Wang Mosi's words broke through her thoughts and successfully attracted her attention.

"Touch your conscience, tell me if it hurts now?" In Li Qing's somewhat puzzled expression, Wang Mosi said the next sentence unhurriedly.

Seeing Li Qing's helpless smile on the corners of her lips, Wang Mosi looked at her in surprise: "Are you still smiling?"

Li Qing: "..."

Wang Mosi shook his head, sighed, and opened his hands to conclude to her: "It's over, a pretty little fairy like you has no conscience anymore."

Li Qing: ...The most rugged road in my life is Wang Mosi's routine.

I didn't know whether he was complimenting her or hurting her in one sentence, so Li Qing had to deliberately cool down and remind her: "Eat, don't make trouble."

But when she was most unkind, Wang Mosi had seen it, no matter how she would be frightened by her pretending cold face.

So I picked up my chopsticks again and grabbed the fragrant soft rice in the bowl. Due to the hot summer days, even if I put it in a room at room temperature for more than ten minutes, the heat of the food would not decrease much.

The greening of the villa area is good, the house is large, and it is rare to turn on the air conditioner in summer.

"Do you know why I chose this?" Wang Mosi looked at the last chicken wing left on the plate, bit his chopsticks and looked up at the person opposite.

Li Qing directly put the last piece of chicken wings into the bowl of the opposite person, watched her easily open her eyes and smiled, and was infected by her happiness, and asked what she said:

"why?"

"Because I originally planned to study a Ph.D. and then come out to be a university teacher, but I don't want to have a long-distance relationship with you anymore, and want to be with you all the time, so I came back early." She tilted her head, her tone of voice bright and brisk. Easily moved the heartstrings of the opposite person.

Li Qing wanted to say something, but Wang Mosi shook her head and stopped her with her eyes.

Wang Mosi paused, then smiled and continued:

"Don't think that what I didn't choose is better. When I meet you, being with you is the best."

When Wang Mosi was with her, most of the appearances were not serious, so Li Qing suddenly saw her telling her her heart so seriously, and she couldn't help feeling that the blood in her body was tumbling upwards——

She turned her head to avoid looking at Wang Mosi, but because of the eyesight of the person on the other side, she caught the two scarlets flying up on Li Qing's face in an instant.

"You actually blushed." Wang Mosi sighed with a smile while holding his face.

Saying "I like you" and "I love you" have always only pushed themselves on the bed and rolled two more people back and forth, actually blushing? ? ? ?

Wang Mosi felt that Mr. Li's thinking was so difficult to understand.

But it is sultry and cute.

——Why can't such a cute person lie down obediently and be overwhelmed?

Wang Mosi expressed 10,000 dissatisfaction.

Li Qing took a long time to calm down, turned her head, and watched Wang Mosi carefully picking out the chopped garlic from the vegetables. She calmed her mind and said:

"Before I turn 30, I will increase my personal shareholding in Li's to 51%. After that, I will quit the CEO position and find a suitable person to take over."

Then spend the rest of my life with you.

Li Qing's last sentence remained silent, but Wang Mosi caught it.

At the same time, the voice of System 04 came into her mind, promptly smashing all the touches in her heart:

[The goal has been clear. Li Qing currently holds 41% of Li's shares, and the mission completion rate: 75%. 】

Wang Mosi's lips were slightly dizzy with a smile, like a drizzle falling on the lake, drenching the entire quiet lake for a long time.

She said unconsciously:

"Don't worry, I will always wait for you."

I hope you can go slower and slower, but I can't bear to let you who have gone through hardships go so hard.

You have been taken away by life so much, and Wang Mosi wants to grab all these things that should belong to you directly in front of Li Qing.

[04, I think, I really like her. 】Wang Mosi yelled the system's name formally and rarely.

Li Qing, you must remember that I like you so much.

I am also very happy that you can like me so much.

How I hope to be able to be like this, accompany you to grow old slowly.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Wang Mosi: The most romantic thing I can think of~ is to grow old with you~

Li Qing [Black Face]: Shut up, people who break their promises are not allowed to sing.

Author: Heartbroken Old Iron...

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See you tomorrow, babies [the little theater seems to expose something]

This world is about to end, I am not willing to QAQ

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