Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

But Qin Mo didn't let her go, his palm was still raised, and his voice was rustling: "You promise?"

He Huan was aroused by him again, angrily: "I don't want to guarantee, you believe it or not."

He came here again, but this time it seemed a lot lighter, and even more secretive, He Huan yelled lowly and tenderly, and asked him sullenly, "What do you want? kind?"

Qin Mo's palm never left, and his voice was even more hoarse, "What do I want, don't you know?"

He Huan bit her lip and didn't say a word for a long time. For a long time, she said hoarsely: "Qin Mo, I am very tired now and want to sleep. If there is something we will talk about later, okay?"

"Then you take back what you said before." He said naively: "No more words to give up, no more words that you will not be with me in the future, and Rong Yue...let him leave the crew, or I stay in the crew Until you finish shooting."

He Huan talked with him nicely just now. At this moment, he really couldn't help it, and he threw him away from him, "Qin Mo, are you unreasonable?"

He has everything he wants. If she and Rong Yue really have something, how about he thinks he can really easily talk to her?

Moreover, Qin Mo himself is also an industry insider, he is simply unreasonable, just... neurotic.

With He Huan's temper, she was about to slam the door out, but Yi Huan has to worry about Yi Huan here, and her mother will not be there when the little guy wakes up tomorrow.

Qin Mo was so bad that he ate her to death.

After hesitating, she turned her head to look at Qin Mo, Qin Mo's face was not very good.

He also looked at her, with a touch of unpredictability in his eyes.

He Huan went to the big bed and fell asleep like he was trampled on his tail.

Lying next to Xiao Yihuan, I couldn't express the sadness in my heart. It was the feeling of rainy days and heavy rain... In my eyes, it was hot and humid, very sad.

But she didn't want to show weakness in front of him, and didn't want to cry, so she buried her face in the quilt and cried secretly. Soon the quilt became wet and hot. She hugged the quilt tightly, and leaned over to embrace Yihuan and smell The smell of the little guy is fragrant and soft.

But the softer, the more embarrassing her was.

What are she and him now? Nothing counts. It was a very happy thing that he brought Yihuan over, but... he didn't even know what that night meant to her!

No matter how slow, He Huan probably knew why she couldn't let it go, why she was so angry, and why she didn't take the initiative to divorce, because she felt something vaguely.

It was him, he had always been the dominant player, and Rong Yue had always been a gap between them, but he seemed to have no scruples and forgot.

She has some, not worth it for herself.

He Huan was sad, and was patted on the shoulder suddenly.

She was surprised, and then buried her face deeper, and then Qin Mo also lay down, even hugging her from behind.

He Huan paused, his voice rustling; "You get out of it."

"Why are you crying?" His voice was rustling: "I remember you used to be especially like a boy, now you are so sentimental."

He Huan was held by him, his body was stiff, and he didn't want to bother him.