Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

After He Huan finished speaking, Rong Yue found himself unable to comfort.

Because that's about it.

He doesn't know the story of Qin Mo and Ai Jia, but there must be a story.

Because if there is no story, a man with a family would not allow a woman to be by his side like this. Why is he not worth it?

But Rong Yue could not intervene in the matter between them, he could only comfort him.

He sighed secretly in his heart. He didn't know whether he was right or wrong to give up. The only thing he could be sure of was the Qin Mo in He Huan's heart, not his Rongyue, otherwise she would not be so painful.

She was in pain, and he was by the side.

Later, Rong Yue bought a cup of milk tea for her to hold in her hand, so that she could warm it up and drink it.

They kept standing and were seen by Qin Mo.

He came over quietly.

Rong Yue smiled when he saw him, "Mr Qin."

He Huan tilted his head and saw Qin Mo standing by his side, with his hands in his pockets, his body draped in lights and neon sky, it looked like...

Qin Mo stretched out his hand, took the coat off her shoulder and returned it to Rong Yue, "Thanks."

Rong Yue just smiled, and left wittily.

Qin Mo put his coat on He Huan's shoulders: "Why stand here, have been out for a long time?"

He Huan avoided his movements and walked towards the parking lot of the venue. She was still pulling the cup of milk tea in her hand, pulling the temperature that Rong Yue gave her, and was reluctant to let it go.

Qin Mo grabbed her hand: "It's still making trouble, I have nothing to do with her!"

He Huan paused and turned his head: "It doesn’t really matter what you have or don’t have with her, Qin Mo, you always demand too much of me, and you are too indulgent to yourself. I think we are not on the same channel. ."

After she finished speaking, she was leaving.

And why would he let her go?

Qin Mo held her hand, He Huan became a little angry, and the milk tea in his hand threw the milk tea on his face——

The milk tea package was torn off, and his face was smashed, and the picture was a little unreadable.

Qin Mo frowned, reached out his hand and wiped his face: "Did you lose your breath?"

He Huan was startled for a while, and then smiled bitterly: "Qin Mo, you think I will be angry if you coax me, do you think I can get along with Ai Jiaping? I tell you I am not that big. There is no way to run into you with other women at any time."

"I don't have anything with her!" Qin Mo cleaned up himself, and then he couldn't tolerate his embarrassment, and she didn't cooperate with him, so he chose to hug He Huan directly.

He Huan was taken aback, and stretched out his hand to beat his shoulder, "What are you doing, Qin Mo, you bastard, let me go."

He didn't let it go, not only did he still pat her P stock hard: "He Huan, you better behave, or I will use a whip."

She yelled with anger, and couldn't help kicking and kicking, because he always had a way to restrain her.

In the end, He Huan really had no choice. He opened his mouth and bit Qin Mo's neck forcefully. He didn't show any mercy because he let him loose.

Qin Mo's body stiffened, and then he stopped. He lowered his eyes and stared at her, there was something similar to warmth in his eyes.

He let her bite, and his voice was soft and gentle: "I really want to kill me so cruelly, eh?"

He Huan stared at him angrily, not letting go, until he tasted blood in his mouth...