Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan had already put on the bathrobe, and was facing the mirror with care products. He smiled and hugged her from behind: "I thought you didn't care."

He Huan silently earned it for a while but couldn't break it away. He followed him, patted his face, and smiled: "Mr. Qin, women will get old soon if they don't care."

"I thought you would not be old." His face was greasy in her neck, and his voice was rustling, "I always looked like a little girl, young and beautiful."

He wasn't complimenting, let alone flattering. In his heart, He Huan was a little girl, or the little kid who followed him when he was a child. It really has nothing to do with He Huan's achievements.

No matter how many big prizes she wins, she is his little girl, a little girl who needs him to raise her.

He Huan listened to what he said and smiled: "When did you learn such a good-sounding language? How many women have you heard of it?"

Qin Mo smiled lowly: "Am I such a casual man?"

As he said, he nibbled a few bites: "I will take you out after dinner."

"I don't want to go out." He Huan looked at him in the mirror: "I'm very tired."

He laughed softly: "Either we stay in the hotel...do it, eh?"

He Huan was a little speechless: "Qin Mo, can you be a little ethical!"

Qin Mo didn't make a sound at first, just took her hand to the restaurant, prepared dishes for her personally, prepared a thick soup for her, and then said gracefully: "I have endured it for a long time."

He Huan almost spewed out the soup, and she stared at him.

Qin Mo still smiled: "For an adult man, the total time of his **** life is less than a year, don't you think you have treated me badly?"

He only married her at the age of 30 and separated in less than half a year. Later, he got together less and separated more, and only had a normal weekend couple in the last month. How many times can he be satisfied.

He was caring for her, otherwise he would have her in the hotel room for two days, day and night.

He Huan was still drinking the thick soup, just staring at him. For a long time, she said softly: "You can find someone else if you are not satisfied. I didn't stop."

He wasn't angry, so he poured himself a glass of pre-dinner wine, took a sip, and smiled faintly: "You know it."

He Huan didn't say anything at once.

She lowered her eyes and ate dinner silently. In fact, it was already close to the supper point. She was really hungry and ate a lot quickly. Even though she was too busy, she was still very thin.

Qin Mo had exhausted a lot of energy, but he had always been sluggish. He didn't know if it was unappetizing or something, and didn't eat much.

He Huan looked at him, then silently cut a piece of grilled lamb chops, and then pushed the plate to him.

She didn't say anything, but Qin Mo stared at her silently.

She lowered her eyes, unwilling to let him see through her heart, and he said, "He Huan."

She snorted softly.

He asked her lowly: "In your heart, is it important for me or tolerance."

"Naive." This is Miss He's answer.

Qin Mo's mouth was softer, and he leaned forward and kissed her. Later, he didn't say anything but just ate the lamb chops she had cut for him.

Later, she was reading the script while on the bed, and he took the notebook to deal with business affairs, quietly.

Until 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, He Huan raised his head and looked at him: "Go out for supper, or continue to...do it?"