Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Seeing Qin Mo and Yi Huan, He Huan was a little dazed.

But she walked over and stood in front of him, "Is it really here?"

Qin Mo's eyes were a little deep, "I want to come over with joy."

He Huanman is speechless, isn't he coming here by himself?

But she always wanted to hug her, Qin Mo whispered: "Let me hug her, she is asleep, and you pull the suitcase."

He clearly wanted to be the husband and wife of the crew. He Huan couldn't refuse and say anything in front of many actors. He took a look at him or pulled the suitcase and followed him into the elevator.

There are many people, of course it will not be their family of three. The relationship between Kang Qiao and Qin Mo naturally came over to say hello, but when Rong Yue was with Kang Qiao, it seemed a bit abrupt to retreat at this time, so he also followed the past. .

The atmosphere in the elevator was a little weird. Qin Mo didn't say anything about Rong Yue's existence, but just nodded, so did Rong Yue.

Kang Qiao was completely watching the show, but he had said with Rong Yue before that Rong Yue shouldn't be stuck in deep again.

When the elevator stopped on the top floor, everyone went out together to say good night. Kang Qiao and Rong Yue went in one direction, and He Huan stayed in another room.

Rong Yue walked a few steps, but still turned his head, his eyes quietly falling in the direction behind him.

He Huan and Qin Mo stood at the door of the room, He Huan took the room card and swiped them, and then they went in together.

The door closed again, Rong Yue still watching quietly.

Concho patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think about it."

Rong Yue retracted his gaze, then smiled bitterly, "Is there time for a drink?"

Kang Qiao smiled: "There is probably some drinking time."

Finally, we went to Concho together and had a few drinks.

In the other room, Qin Mo frowned when he entered, "Is there a bed here?"

He Huan didn't think about anything else, so he said, "I'm sleeping alone, isn't one bed enough?"

Qin Mo put Yihuan on the bed, took off her coat and covered the quilt, gently.

He straightened up and said in a low voice, "There are not three people anymore."

He Huan was speechless, looking at the sofa aside: "You sleep on the sofa."

"Why am I sleeping on the sofa?" Qin Mo came over quietly, and put his arms around her waist as soon as he reached out.

He Huan was startled, and was caught in his arms at once.

His arms are very masculine, and He Huan drank some wine again, Wei Xun.

At this moment, he held her like this, He Huan's legs were a little soft, reaching out to push him away, but pressing on his shoulders like a kitten.

She could only stare at him.

Qin Mo laughed lowly, his voice hoarse, "Why, not willing to embrace me?"

He Huan stared at him: "You come here less."

She broke away from his arms and walked to the sofa to sit down.

At this time Qin Mo found a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, his face changed slightly, "Whose cigarette belongs to Rong Yue? You didn't tell me he was here!"

He Huan glanced at him with a strange expression: "It seems you can't control it!"

After she finished speaking, Qin Mo was already sitting next to her, and he easily hugged her onto his lap with one hand.

He Huan is a very petite woman, she looks even smaller in his arms, and he picked up the pack of cigarettes: "You haven't answered the question, Rong Yue Yan, he comes to your room?"

At this time, he made no secret of his jealousy, his expression and tone had a sense of judgment.