Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan forbade him to continue: "Qin Mo, did you intentionally say these things to please me, make me feel guilty, and make me reluctant to drive you away?"

Qin Mo's eyes darkened and his voice was softer. He smiled lowly, "It's obvious, isn't it?"

Obviously I was eating, but no one was thinking about it. They kept talking, good or bad, cursing, and pleased. I had a meal for more than two hours, and I didn't look like an old wife at all.

After eating, Qin Mo packed up, and He Huan went to the living room upstairs to watch TV. She slept for several hours and was not sleepy at all. Her health has been much better in the past six months.

Qin Mo went upstairs, not very interested in the idol drama she watched, but he still sat next to her and took a business magazine and looked at it casually. After reading it for a while, he turned over and looked at the cover again, and found that it was the current monthly magazine. .

Qin Mo smiled and glanced at He Huan.

He Huan was adjusting the station, and his voice was quite rude: "What are you doing looking at me?"

Qin Mo smiled slightly: "Why doesn't this stop, you like to watch it?"

"It's troublesome." He Huan's tone seemed impatient, but the more she was like this, the more sure Qin Mo was that she was actually waiting for him.

Any divorce, or a clean break, is clearly a child's tantrum.

Qin Mo suddenly put down the magazine in his hand, and as soon as he reached out, he hugged his little guy and placed it on his lap.

He Huan deceived Ai Ai all of a sudden, biting his lip: "Qin Mo, what are you doing?"

Qin Mo kissed her with a hoarse voice: "It's getting late, go to bed."

She was afraid that he would really hold her back to the room, and hurriedly shouted, "I'm not sleepy yet."

Qin Mo raised his hand to check the time, and then slowly said, "It's almost twelve o'clock, it's not early. It's not a good habit to stay up late."

He really picked her up and returned to the room. He Huan beat her several times to no avail.

She was put in the bed, biting her lip: "I said I don't want to sleep yet."

Qin Mo leaned against the bed, took the phone to deal with the last things, and said with a smile but a smile: "You don't want to have too much Mrs. Qin, old husband and old wife, you should go to bed at this point."

He Huan stared at him.

In her countless memories, he always smiled and deceived people like this.

But not this time. He really felt that she should go to bed so that her body would be better. He would not make her vulnerable again.

Even if it will be very hard.

Qin Mo closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and clasped her fingers, which was also a very intimate little gesture.

He Huan couldn't sleep, he talked to her intentionally, so he would be sleepy if he talked about it.

"He Huan." He called her.

In the darkness, He Huan's voice was a little stern: "Huh?"

"I'm back, you don't seem to be too happy?" His voice was smiling.

He Huan's voice dragged on for a long time: "Really?"

Qin Mo's smile deepened: "Obviously unhappy! I made you unhappy, or I made you... unhappy, eh? (This is not a repetition, this is two meanings! The Chinese is broad and profound!

He Huan was silent for a long time, and finally said with a bit of tolerance, "Or, I will set off firecrackers now. Wouldn't Qin always be a little more happy?"

"Oh, that's not what makes me happy. You can... think about whether there is any other better way that doesn't need to be so laborious, don't disturb others, and be gentle." Qin Mo was in a good mood. Look like.