Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan's expression is a little strange, "Why would you think it was his cigarette?"

Qin Mo's tone is a little strange, and the expression on his face is even more unsightly: "Whose is that, Kang Qiao's?"

Concho is also very good-looking, not impossible!

Qin Mo is like a jealous woman now.

He Huan glanced at him, then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and said lightly: "I smoked it myself."

After speaking, Qin Mo's eyes changed again. He stared at her for a long time before lowering his voice: "He Huan, you are a woman."

"I know!" She looked innocent, and he became even more angry, staring at her.

He Huan was confused.

But Qin Mo's face was even more ugly: "What kind of cigarette does a woman smoke!"

He Huan looked at him, and after a while, he said softly, "Sometimes I want to smoke one under the pressure of work."

Qin Mo couldn't help but threw the cigarette case to her in the trash can, and said aggressively, "No more smoking."

He Huanman was speechless: "Qin Mo, this is for work."

"Nor for work, I don't like women smoking." His voice was a little low, and his eyes stared at her.

He Huan was speechless and didn't want to fight him, so he didn't say anything.

But Qin Mo was dissatisfied, and lightly squeezed her chin: "Say, say I won't smoke anymore."

He Huan is also a spine and temper, and turned away: "I can't guarantee! Besides, I am not yours now."

Qin Mo's eyes were stained with a black mist, which made people confused and scared.

"Really?" He said lightly, and then said mockingly: "That's right, we are really nothing right now."

After speaking, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, wanted to smoke, and remembered that Yihuan was sleeping here and gave up. He looked at the dark night outside and stood for a long time.

He Huan thought he was going to fight the cold war to the end, and wanted to take a shower, so he got up.

After moving, he said, "He Huan, do you think I must be you?"

She paused, stood, staring at him.

Qin Mo said quietly, "I am actually a little tired after so many years."

He Huan's heart throbbed a little, as if he was suddenly tightened.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself, only she knew it was a little uncomfortable.

He said he was tired.

He Huan's voice was a little low: "If you are tired, take a good rest. I will take a bath first."

She has been tired for a day, and she has no time and energy to pull with him.

But when she walked into the bathroom, Qin Mo followed in, reached out and grabbed her arm, and said in a low voice, "He Huan, can't you coax me?"

He Huan said nothing, he pressed her against the wall with a bit of annoyance, almost gritted his teeth: "You little thing with no conscience."

After speaking, he kissed her hard.

The kiss came too unexpectedly. He Huan couldn't help but break away. The voice of her biting her lip was even more hoarse and helpless, "You let me go!"

"Don't let it go." Qin Mo's voice was deep and annoyed, and then he buried her face in her neck and took a bite: "You little bastard!"

When he scolded, he took a bite, and after a while, He Huan's neck was a bit invisible.

She pushed him, Qin Mo stepped back, and then pressed her on the door panel again.

He Huan resisted. After several times, she panted, biting her lip and staring at him: "Are you here for this kind of thing?"