Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

After feeding Yihuan's medicine, Qin Mo held the cup and gently probed the little guy's forehead with another finger. He felt that the fever had subsided a little now, and he felt relieved.

I raised my eyes and saw He Huan standing, smiling slightly: "Don't take a bath?"

I did half of it before, and I won't feel comfortable now.

He Huan misunderstood what he meant, paused, and whispered: "Then I will take a shower and sleep in the guest room."

Before he could answer, she went outside.

The wrist was caught.

Qin Mo put down the cup in his hand and rubbed his forehead with one hand; "When did I say you went to the guest room?"

"Yi Huan is sleeping here." He Huan said softly.

Qin Mo looked at the child and suppressed his voice, "Do you think the couple sleeps in the same bed for making love?"

He Huan didn't say anything, she thought of him that way.

As a result, Qin Mo's expression was a little ugly, and he reached out and dragged her to his side, looking up at her: "Yi Huan is sick, don't you need to take care of you as a mother?"

He Huan's lips moved: "I thought you didn't need it."

"It doesn't matter whether I need it or not. The important thing is that I want it." Qin Mo said lightly: "He Huan, I can support you when you work, but when you come to this home, you can leave me alone, but Yi Huan is your child."

As he said, he suddenly dragged her around him and hugged her very hard and tightly, as if to break her waist.

"He Huan, do you still have any consciousness of being a mother? She was born ten months after you were pregnant. She is so cute, how can you not worry about it." Qin Mo's voice was a little tight, showing patience and peace. restraint.

He Huan was a little surprised. She didn't know that he was like this suddenly. Such Qin Mo looked a bit...weak, not at all as strong as usual.

She lowered her head, stared at his black hair, hesitated and put her hand on his shoulder: "I didn't care about her."

Qin Mo dumbly said, "Do you care about her if you go to the guest room when she has a high fever? He Huan, what do you think, do I want more, and Yihuan want more? Why can you be heartless!"

His face leaned against her waist and abdomen, and his voice was extremely low and hoarse, "Why can you be so cruel, why can you be indifferent, you say you want a divorce, how can I be relieved by a mother like you!" Tell me, how do you take care of her?"

He Huan was shocked and did not speak for a long time.

She only felt Qin Mo's heart beating fast and his skin was very hot. She wondered if he was also infected with a high fever by Yi Huan, or why he was so hot.

He Huan pushed him: "Qin Mo, let me go, I will take a bath and accompany her."

Qin Mo didn't let go of her. Instead of letting go, he hugged her harder. His thin lips kissed between his waist and abdomen through his clothes, and there was a sense of confusion in it.

It wasn't for Qingyu, he didn't have such thoughts when Yihuan was sick, he just made sure that this nasty woman was still around, and that she was still there, she didn't leave, and didn't leave him and Yihuan together.

She did not, and left after giving birth to Yihuan three days later.

Qin Mo was completely trapped in a devil, as if he didn't care, as if there were only two of them left in the world.

"Qin Mo." He Huan was startled, and put his hand on his shoulder: "You are rational, Yi Huan is sick."