Uncle President, please advise me for the rest of my life

On the other side of the phone, Mo Shiqian frowned and looked at the phone again.

It did get through, so why is there no sound?
He yelled again in a deep voice, with a little worry unconsciously in his tone, "Luo Tongtong."

At this moment, Mo Shiqian is still in the office. On the computer in front of him, there is a gossip page about the ancient city of H. The title says Shen Yize, and there are many photos uploaded there.

At the top is the picture of Shen Yize appearing like the protagonist of a movie, but Mo Shiqian has automatically ignored this, and put his mouse on the very inconspicuous figure of Luo Tongtong in the crowd.

Hearing that the thief made a lot of noise, Mo Shiqian was a little worried, and finally called her without touching her.

"Huh?" Luo Tongtong replied in a daze, his voice sounded hoarse.

"Are you sleeping?" Mo Shiqian didn't realize it until after all, the two of them had shared the bed for a while, so he understood it quite well.

Luo Tongtong yawned very hard, with a little grievance and complaint, "Is there something wrong with you? Tell me quickly."

Mo Shiqian was silent for a while, and then said softly, "It's okay, you can go to sleep."

Now it's Luo Tongtong's turn to be unhappy, "Why are you just like Mo Shiqian, you're just moaning, and if you don't say anything, how do I know what you're going to do..."

Mo Shiqian: "..."

So that's how he looked to her?
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and one could even feel the chilly breath over the phone.

Luo Tongtong found something belatedly, then glanced at the phone reflexively, and instantly woke up.

Isn't it Mo Shiqian?

Hearing a rustling sound over there, Mo Shiqian snorted coldly, "Are you awake?"

Because the movement of getting up was a bit hasty, Luo Tongtong accidentally touched the wound again, probably because of Mo Shiqian's presence, a huge sense of grievance surged in her heart, and she began to howl in pain.

"Mo Shiqian, do you know how much I hurt?"

"What's the matter?" Mo Shiqian was stunned for a moment, even though he knew that there might be an element of acting in it, he still couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"I..." Luo Tongtong sniffed and said, "I'm just... injured."

"How did you get hurt?" Mo Shiqian asked along the way.

"Why don't you care about me?"

Luo Tongtong was dissatisfied again, she didn't know what was wrong with her, she just felt a little depressed and wanted to find someone to vent.

From the emotion of being implicated by the man at the beginning, to the pain of the wound now, she also wanted to be comforted.

Shen Yize couldn't do it, in front of him, Luo Tongtong would only feel that he was too ashamed to look like this.

It just so happened that Mo Shiqian became the candidate. Of course, it would be even better if it was Grandma.

In fact, Luo Tongtong still didn't understand, it was precisely because of Mo Shiqian that she did this subconsciously, revealing her vulnerable side.

Hearing her cry for a while, Mo Shiqian finally choked out a sentence, "Okay, don't cry."

He now has an urge to go over to find her immediately.

However, under many considerations, he held back again.

"Why does it sound like you want me to get hurt?" Luo Tongtong snorted dissatisfied, her nasal voice was soft and waxy, it sounded like she was being coquettish.

Mo Shiqian exhaled slowly, suppressing the eager feeling in his heart, "It's you who wants to comfort me, and you don't like to listen to it. Women are really troublesome."

Luo Tongtong sighed slowly, and then said nothing.

Now Mo Shiqian couldn't hold his breath anymore, and felt irritable, but he still asked, "Then is it better now?"

Luo Tongtong lay down on the bed again, feeling inexplicably happy in her heart, "It doesn't hurt so much anymore."

Mo Shiqian responded, "What happened, can you tell me now?"

I don't know when, he began to like to hear her nagging about himself.

Maybe it was because Luo Tongtong was not around these two days, his misses took root and sprouted like crazy, but he himself refused to admit it.

Mo Shiqian had been listening to her quietly, until Luo Tongtong said that Shen Yize was helping her with the wound, his mood changed subtly.

Even Luo Tongtong was aware of such a rough nerve, "What's wrong with you?"

After a while, Mo Shiqian slowly opened his mouth, "Luo Tongtong, I need to clarify one thing with you."

"What?" Luo Tongtong was taken aback.

"You have to know that you have a husband. You'd better pay more attention outside, and don't get involved with other people."

"Hey, what do you mean?" Luo Tongtong's eyes widened and he said angrily, "It takes me to say it a few times before you understand that Shen Yize and I are innocent."

She has subconsciously admitted her current relationship with Mo Shiqian.

As for whether they will get divorced in the future, who can say for sure.

"Maybe you don't have any ideas," Mo Shiqian sneered, "but not necessarily Shen Yize."

Luo Tongtong shut up instantly.

That's what Yang Xiaomi said, and now even Mo Shiqian is saying the same thing. Could it be that she is too dull?

Should not be ah.

She and Shen Yize are good friends.

Regarding her silence, Mo Shiqian suddenly noticed something, and asked in a deep voice, "Did Shen Yize tell you something? You'd better tell the truth."

Luo Tongtong pouted, "You think too much, he didn't say anything, I think you are jealous of others."

Mo Shiqian snorted coldly, expressing his disdain.

He could hear that Luo Tongtong's voice was still a little tired, so he didn't speak for too long.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Tongtong lay on the bed, suddenly feeling better.

Although Mo Shiqian said something that made her a little angry, it didn't hinder anything.

Later, Yang Xiaomi came over and brought a sumptuous lunch, and put them on the table one by one for her, "How is it? I treat you well?"

Luo Tongtong smacked his lips, "It would be even better if you feed me."

"It's a good idea, you only hurt your left hand."

Luo Tongtong said with great aggrievedness, "But I'm in so much pain that I can't even lift my right hand."

Yang Xiaomi really couldn't stand her pitiful eyes, and couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, "All right, for the sake of the good deed you have done today, I will take pity on you."

After eating, Luo Tongtong burped comfortably, "By the way, how are the others?"

"Of course it's what to play. I didn't tell them the specific things."

Luo Tongtong nodded, and then looked at his arm with a bitter face, "Today is such a waste of a day."

She also wants to go out and play.

But there were so many people outside that it was inevitable that her arm would be bumped, and she was embarrassed to let Xiaomi accompany her to other places.