Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

His voice was extremely hoarse: "Are you particularly disappointed that I didn't report to you?"

He Huan patted his hand away and turned his head aside: "Don't touch me."

But her eyes were still red quietly.

She doesn't like herself like this.

Too fragile and too easy to control by Qin Mo. He wants her to be happy when he is happy, angry when he is angry, and satisfied when he is satisfied...

She also doesn't like him like this, so she is scheming and treats her.

And Qin Mo stared at her red eyes, reached out and touched them carefully, and his voice was incredibly gentle: "He Huan, tell me where you have been in these few hours."

She didn't want him to touch, she wanted to step back, but he quickly held her waist.

He Huan bit his lip, and his eyes dropped gently, with a touch of unwillingness--

"I went to the hospital."

"Ok, I know."

"I also bought flowers."

This time, he didn't answer, but looked at her with some deep gaze, his expression a little moved.

He knows He Huan, a person who is emotionally passive, and will not express himself easily.

Buying flowers is what a man does, and she actually did it.

He touched her eyelids again, his voice hoarse and a spoiled smile: "Is it because he wants to please me and make me happy?"

He Huan snorted coldly: "I threw it away. Throw it in the trash can."

"This is not the point, the point is that you bought it." He smiled slightly, as if to coax her again, with a particularly hoarse voice: "What did you buy?"

"White rose." She said irritably.

Qin Mo pinched her face: "You know me well, I really like white roses."

At this moment, Qin Mo became the little princess Mo Mo, He Huan was speechless.

She glared at him, "Don't think that I will forgive you."

When she said that, she threw him away and instinctively went to the restaurant to find something to eat, and then she saw three dishes and one soup.

It's not like a five-star chef, and it's not like a takeaway. It's refreshing and homely.

"It looks good, I did it." He smiled.

He Huan knew that he could cook, but he did not expect that he would cook it himself here. She sat there in silence and looked at him before eating, "I still don't forgive."

Qin Mo followed with him, gently pressing his hand on the back of the chair behind her, and leaning close to her, with a smile in his voice: "Then say, what did I do that made you particularly unhappy?"

This is very interesting. He Huan is not deceived by him. She ate silently.

And Qin Mo wouldn't let her go, chuckled softly: "Farewell without saying goodbye? Don't let you have a chance to show?"

He paused for a while, and continued deeply: "It makes you feel frustrated, doesn't it?"

"Qin Mo." He Huan finally couldn't bear it, she stared at him: "Aren't you hungry? Your stomach problem may not be cured yet."

He smiled faintly, "Well, we will discuss this issue later."

For this topic, He Huan refused. After eating, she took a shower and lay on the bed, while she swiped on Weibo...

Who is Qin Mo and how can she be allowed to do this?

He stood at the end of the bed, smiling calmly, "Mrs. Qin, are you suggesting me?"

"Don't yell, call me He Huan or Miss He, or Director He." He Huan did not lift his eyes.

She was really angry with him.

He probably didn't realize it!