Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Mo stared at Ai Jia, and for a long time, he spoke lightly: "I never ask anyone! Ai Jia, if it's a condition, it's a good condition, but it's not the kind of condition you think, but either Honestly, or don’t blame me for not remembering old feelings."

Ai Jia was very determined at first, but her expression completely changed now. She looked at Qin Mo as if she had never known this man.

He had never been so unsympathetic to her, his meaning was obvious, he was trying to kill her.

Ai Jia's lips moved, and it took a long time to speak, "I don't believe it."

"You can really try whether you are important or He Huan is important." Qin Mo's voice was cold: "For me, you are just a memory of Qin Lu, but He Huan is the woman I want to be with you. Ai Jia, you are too self-reliant. To the Qin family, you are a stranger and unwelcome."

After Qin Mo finished speaking, he turned his head away and walked towards his car.

In the night, his back was slender, he reached the side of the car and stretched out his hand to drive the car, and quickly sat in.

Until the car left, Ai Jia still couldn't recover.

Qin Mo in the car held his chin with his hands. Although he was tired, he never closed his eyes to rest.

It was Lao Zhao who saw it just now and asked softly, "Is that Miss Ai just now? She was picked up twice in the company before and she looked pretty."

Qin Mo was a little absent-minded at first, but now he remembered something, and said to Lao Zhao, "Don't tell He Huan about this today."

Lao Zhao immediately took out the man's loyalty, and smiled: "Of course I won't say it."

After a pause, Old Bull's Eye looked in the rearview mirror and coughed slightly: "Qin Mo, that Miss Ai is outside you...outside...someone?"

"Where did you want to go, Uncle Zhao?" Qin Mo said silently, and then paused for a while, as if he thought of something, and said plainly: "In fact, she has something to do with the Qin family."

When he was speaking, his voice was a little dull, and Zhao didn't have the guts to ask any more.

As the car drove, Qin Mo was sitting in the back seat of the car, his face as deep as water.

I don't know how long it took before the car finally stopped under the apartment building.

Lao Zhao stopped the car, turned his face and said softly, "Here."

Qin Mo put down his hand and wiped his face: "It's here, what time is it?"

Old Zhao's voice was slightly lower, "It's almost twelve o'clock."

"It's so late." Qin Mo took his coat and got out of the car. "Tomorrow I will drive by myself, and Zhao Shu, take a day off."

Old Zhao nodded, got out of the car and watched him enter the hallway.

Qin Mo entered the elevator, the elevator door slowly closed, he leaned against the elevator wall and looked in the mirror quietly.

He in the mirror reflected another face.

A face that is almost the same as him, but no longer in this world.

Qin Lu.

Qin Mo closed his eyes slightly, hiding the pain in his eyes.

However, this painful time is also very short, because the elevator has reached the top floor of his apartment.

He Huan should be awake at this moment, waiting for him.

Qin Mo adjusted his mood before leaving the elevator and walked out slowly.

The door of the house opened when he arrived at the door, and He Huan's little face came out: "Qin Mo, have you drunk a lot of wine?"

"Why?" Qin Mo smiled faintly, reached out and pressed her little head, pressing her back, and then his voice was a little low, "Isn't it dangerous to come out like this? It's already night."