Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan was stagnant for a while, and Qin Mo had turned his head and looked at her quietly.

The smoke between his fingers was burning, and the smoke made his face a little blurred, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

He Huan's lips moved; "I want to drink a glass of water."

Qin Mo stared at her for a few seconds, put out the cigarette, and then walked over, "I will pour it for you, sit and wait."

With that, he turned on the light.

The room was bright, and He Huan found out that the hall had been cleaned up. The **** gauze and shirts had been cleaned up. She knew that Qin Mo was very particular and could not tolerate messiness, and she would not be like that. She knows how to put on makeup, and sometimes she can wash her face the next day if she goes to bed too late. Sometimes she wonders why such a picky man like him is so persistent to her...

However, they are no longer attached, they are divorced, and the current situation is nothing. Maybe he will roll the sheets once, and the next day he will be President Qin and she will be Director He or Miss He.

He Huan let out a long breath, and he didn't know what the discomfort was for.

Qin Mo came over at this moment, handed her the cup, and sat down beside her.

He Huan sipped the water, seeming to think about what to say.

Qin Mo seemed to know what she thought, and reached out and stroked her hair: "It's too late, my hands are inconvenient, and I will leave in the morning and drink water to go to bed."

He Huan's brain exploded, "How about you?"

Some regret after asking.

Qin Mo looked at her quietly, did not embarrass her about this problem, but asked in a low voice: "He Huan, haven't you thought about why you were willing to stay last night?"

He Huan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly said this.

Qin Mo locked her gaze, then stretched out his hand and said inexplicably, "Do you really dislike me? No, you will spend the night alone, let alone a husband and wife, we are no longer. But you are still willing to lie on my bed, or to be kissed by me, He Huan, have you thought about if Rong Yue treats you this way, would you?"

His voice became more and more hoarse: "Who are you pretending to be in your heart these years?"

Perhaps he had always thought she was careless about him before, even though she said she liked him.

But she really didn't leave last night. She started such a small violence, and then she obediently bandaged him. She looked at his injured eyes, there was something different in her eyes, which also shocked Qin Mo.

She asked him if he was willing to remarry. He lied. He was silent because of what she said when she was angry. Maybe he said yes. She immediately regretted and ran away. He kissed her calmly for a long time. Obediently, not afraid.

Qin Mo wanted her very much, but he was still willing to take her time. Perhaps he would be more tolerant of her this time, as long as a little confidence.

Redemption is not for joy, but for mutual affection.

He is almost certain that He Huan's heart is pretending to be him.

Qin Mo simply squatted down. This was another very low-pitched posture. He looked up at He Huan, she was a little uncomfortable, and the fingers holding the cup were very tight.

After a while, her voice was very low, "I want to sleep."

Putting down the cup, thinking about getting up, his hand was held by him, and then his fingers clasped tightly.

"Qin Mo." Her voice trembled slightly: "You can't force me!"

"Why is it forced?" He murmured, "I thought we were consensual."