Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

It seems that Qin Mo loves children more.

He knew how to be a good father and how to be a good husband, but she didn't give him a chance and didn't want to give him a chance, he also... seemed to disdain.

Over the years, how could they be torturing each other.

It hurts finely, but it cuts like a knife, dull and painful.

He Huan lay down like this for a long time, and finally got some sleepiness.

When her breathing calmed down, Qin Mo opened his eyes and looked at her quietly, his wife.

He Huan slept a little, probably also exhausted.

Qin Mo moved his gaze to the little girl in his house again, looked at it quietly for a while before closing his eyes.

At such a tender moment, he was reluctant to sleep.

But he was still a little tired, and he reached out his hand to take the little thing and gently hugged it in his arms.

Yihuan's little one, shrunk in his arms, especially obedient.

Qin Mo bowed his head and kissed her.

Later, everything became more peaceful and beautiful.

Yi Huan slept unsteadily. She slept in Qin Mo’s arms for a while, rolled into He Huan’s arms for a while, woke up again for a while, looked at her mother, and looked at her father—

It's so happy to be sick.

The little paw secretly held the hands of mom and dad, feeling that he was the happiest baby in the world.

He Huan woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, and his eyes were a little sore and astringent. He grabbed the phone and looked at it.

Shut down.

She turned it on, and countless phone calls popped in. Her assistant and some business partners called from her. She thought it was because the phone was out of power, and there were still two bars.

That must be turned off by Qin Mo.

He Huan sat on the bed alone and scratched his hair. He picked up a few important people and called them. After processing, he threw down the phone and went to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo is accompanying Yi Huan.

He Huan used to sit on the opposite sofa: "Did you turn off my phone?"

Qin Mo looked at her with a cold attitude: "Do you only care about work? Do you not ask Yihuan's fever?"

He Huan was sluggish for a moment, and wanted to ask, but couldn't ask.

Qin Mo didn't sell her, and said quietly, "The fever has gone, but we still need to take good care of her in these two days. Please see who of us stays at home to take care of her."

He looked at her expression, and then whispered: "He Huan, don't think about handing her over to your servant or my parents. She is our child. Who will take care of her?"

He Huan was a bit difficult: "I'll take care of it this afternoon. I have something to deal with tomorrow."

Qin Mo glanced at her, didn't say anything, even if he agreed.

He Huan stood up to that, reached out his hand and touched Yihuan's little head, "It's not hot anymore?"

Qin Mo pursed his lower lip, "I'm going to get food."

He Huan called to stop him: "Don't you ask Auntie here?"

Qin Mo paused: "I'll talk about it later."

He Huan is in a hurry: "We can't keep doing this without working and carrying it."

"You can not work, is there a problem with me raising you?" He looked at her quietly.

He Huan's face stayed aside, "You know I didn't mean that."

Qin Mo paused: "She is going to the nursery school soon. If you are not free during this period, I will bring it to the company. There are always many secretaries in the company who are willing to take care of her."

There was something wrong with this, He Huan was run by him again, but she didn't do anything with him, so she pretended not to understand. [Update tomorrow morning, before 11 o'clock~~]