Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Secretary Qian smiled: "Good President Qin."

She sighed: "He Dao himself is also spoiled, and it's normal to not know about housework."

Her comfort like this reminded Qin Mo of Uncle He and Aunt Su. He and He Huan are actually childhood sweethearts, and there is always the friendship of the previous generation. No matter how troublesome it is, it can’t be ugly, otherwise his parents’ The face is also embarrassing.

Thinking about it, he walked into the phone.

Secretary Qian said goodbye outside the elevator, and Qin Mo's thoughts had already flown away.

Arrived in the parking lot, got in the car, started the car with one hand and lit a cigarette to refresh.

One day and one night, he was indeed a little tired.

But after smoking two, he stopped smoking, listening to music all the way to home.

It's already eight.

Quietly in the apartment, he walked in and saw He Huan and Yi Huan slumped on the sofa, especially Yi Huan, with straight legs and a very sad look.

Qin Mo smiled and closed the door.

Then, I saw the takeaway on the table, and I barely moved.

When he thinks about it, Yi Huan has always been in fine clothes and jade since he was a child.

Go in and sit beside Yi Huan: "Are you hungry?"

Little Yihuan got up with a grunt, "Hungry."

He said again: ‘Dad, the baby is so hungry. ’

Qin Mo reached out and probed her little head, not feeling the burn anymore, and then asked, "Did you take medicine this afternoon?"

"Take it, but the medicine is so bitter." Yi Huan whispered and looked at He Huan secretly, for fear that He Huan would be angry.

He Huan also sat up and scratched his hair: "Don't you say you can't come back?"

Qin Mo said a little angrily: ‘Let Yi Huan stay hungry if you don’t come back? ’

He Huan didn't say a word: "Who told you not to have an aunt here! I don't know how to cook."

"Not knowing how to cook, it seems to be your advantage, right?" He pulled her hair and got up: "I can't make it simple, a little tired."

He walked towards the kitchen, and suddenly stopped and turned his head: "Auntie will come over from the day after tomorrow, so Yihuan will stay with us. You will stay at home and take care of her when you have nothing to do. I will rest on Saturday and Sunday."

He Huan didn't say anything.

He went to the kitchen to get food, made a paella for He Huan, and made a bowl of brothed chicken noodles for Xiao Yihuan, round mushrooms, green vegetables, and shreds of torn chicken. A drizzle with sesame oil is called a fragrant spray.

Qin Mo brought it to the dining table with a tray, and looked there, "I'm eating."

I starved to death early in the morning and early in the morning, coming one after another.

Not much to say, just eat.

Qin Mo sat aside, watching quietly, first at Yi Huan, then his eyes turned to He Huan.

He Huan eats well and is delicious. She is actually very small, only 160, and very thin.

Qin Mo knew that she could eat well, but because she was always running outside, she was still very thin.

He Huan 160. It may be only 90 kilograms, and it can be picked up with one hand.

He watched quietly, then reached out his hand and gently touched her cheek.

He Huan froze for a moment and looked up at him.

Qin Mo suddenly returned to his senses and smiled lightly: "Can't you touch you?"

She did not speak.

He spoke again: "You are my wife."

"Speaking of this all day long, I still find it interesting for a straight man to have cancer." He Huan hummed coldly.

Then continue to eat, she was still very happy when she ate.