Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

The more she resisted, the more rude he was to her.

For the first time, he treated her so roughly, he wanted to be gentle, but his anger made him unable to stop.

Just doing it like this, he got a little out of control, but afterwards he became a little gentle and got a taste.

Holding her face and kissing lightly, her voice was hoarse: "You just like to **** me off, don't you? He Huan, don't contact him anymore, eh? You want to make a script and let me write it to you. How much do I want to shoot? how many."

He Huan turned his face to his side, biting on the pillow, and then couldn't help but bit his fist gently, resisting the comfort he brought...

Just when both parties were deeply in love, the door opened with a creak.

Standing at the door was Yi Huan, holding a small baby, his voice was a little floating; "Dad, my head is dizzy and it hurts a bit."

Qin Mo was warming up, but soon stopped, cursed, and then covered He Huan with a quilt. He immediately pulled up his pants and jumped out of the bed. He held Yi Huan with one hand and stretched out his hand to probe: "Uncomfortable. ?"

The head is very hot.

He Huan also put on his clothes in embarrassment.

Qin Mo looked at her: "Yihuan has a fever. Take the thermometer and pour a glass of boiled water."

The little guy is sick, and when the parents' interest is naturally gone, there is only worry at this time.

He Huan immediately went over and found a thermometer for Qin Mo. After Qin Mo put it away, He Huan poured water again.

After trying the water temperature, he didn't give Yihuan a drink immediately, but squatted aside.

She asked softly: "Does she often have a fever?"

Qin Mo glanced at her, his eyes a little deep, and said quietly, "Not often."

Under his gaze, He Huan suddenly understood: "I was the one who helped her take a bath that made her catch the cold?"

This time, Qin Mo didn't answer her words, he just took out the thermometer in silence and looked at it, "39 degrees. Go to the hospital."

Qin Yi happily looked at his father, and asked in a low voice, "Will I have an injection?"

"It's possible." He kissed the baby and took the cup in He Huan's hand: "Hey, drink half a glass of water, Dad will take you to the hospital?"

Yi Huan glanced at He Huan cautiously: "Mother or not?"

Qin Mo glanced at her again, then coughed lightly, "Go."

Yi Huan said happily, "Then we will go to the hospital immediately."

I was so confused, I was so happy to go to the hospital.

He Huan didn't understand, but looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's expression was very pale: ‘She used to go to the hospital and asked other children why they were held by their mothers when they were given injections. She said if she had jumped out of the stone. ’

He Huan was run by him, unable to refute, but felt a little guilty for Yihuan.

She gave birth to the child, but she was angry with him and did not take good care of it.

Qin Mo picked up the little guy and walked straight to her bedroom, wearing clothes, shoes, and jacket. His movements were particularly swift. After finishing, he hugged He Huan and said to the side: "Take the bag, and you will be with Yihuan for a while. Take the back seat."

He Huan nodded and followed behind him.

Qin Mo has always been very calm, but he walks quickly, and when he goes out, he is also very quick when he walks out of the big step elevator.

When he reached the garage, he opened the door to let He Huan get in the car first, and then gave Yihuan to her: "Coax her, she will have a little temper when she is sick."

This point is actually somewhat similar to He Huan, and it was the same when He Huan was sick.

He used to have no less coaxing.

However, she didn't care at all, she still liked others.

I never liked him, and didn't take him Qin Mo to heart.

He doesn't understand, he is inferior to that man in any way.