Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Mo grabbed her by the arm, dragged her into the master bedroom, pulled her tie and tied her hand, and put it on the bedside post.

His voice was a little cold: "I will let you down when you think clearly and understand."

He Huan's posture was a little unbearable, and she couldn't believe it, staring at him, making a profit: "Qin Mo, you bastard."

He approached dangerously: "Yes, I bastard, but the **** can't bear to let go."

He Huan lay in an unbearable posture, with her delicate face buried in the pillow. She didn't want to cry, but the tears still fell unconvincingly. She sniffed her nose, not wanting to bother him, let alone talking to him.

Qin Mo also lay down, staring at her small face: "If you think about it, I will let you down. It won't be comfortable to hang it all night."

He Huan's temper is also very hard, that is, he didn't say a word and ignored him.

Qin Mo lay flat. Although he was a little tired after doing this a few times, he certainly couldn't sleep wherever he could sleep. He Huan was still tied up.

There was a stalemate for about half an hour, and he said blankly: "Do you think it over, I will let you down if you don't run."

He Huan remained silent, her head turned to the other side, her thin white wrists were already a little red.

Qin Mo watched silently, gently pinching her small chin: "He Huan?"

"Leave me alone." She closed her eyes: "I don't want to talk to you now, Qin Mo, why don't you let us calm down and force me."

"Because I'm afraid that you will run away as soon as I let go, just like when I went abroad to study." He quickly replied. Originally, his voice was calm, but he probably became angry again at the thought of what she liked about Rong Yue.

When a man is angry, he becomes a beast. He once vowed to be rough to He Huan, but at this time he just wanted to torture her like this, forcing her to ask her who she loves in her heart, whether he or Rong Yue, he He also forced her to call her husband, and toss her even more if he didn't call...

He Huan's temperament, she refused no matter what.

In the end, not only did she hurt, he also hurt.

Obviously asking her for one night, but his heart was even more empty, and he was uncomfortable.

But what is even more uncomfortable is that He Huan has a fever.

The burning was so severe that Qin Mo was a little confused. Although he was a bit rude, he didn't hurt her. After that, he was very careful. Even if he was angry just now, he still paid attention to his measure.

He Huan's fever was coming fiercely, so Mr. Qin, who was a little confused, called his sister again: "Chenchen, He Huan has a fever."

Qin Chen, who was still sleeping over there, rolled his eyes immediately, "Have a cold? Brother, you didn't cover He Huan with a quilt."

There was no sound there, so Qin Chen knew clearly: "One night?"

What a pig!

You can really do it when you are old!

Qin Mo kept silent, and Qin Chen couldn't help but roll his eyes: "It shouldn't be a big problem, unless you have another violence."

Qin Mo held the phone and his voice was hoarse: "I don't have one."

But it is also very rude.

Qin Chen thought for a while: "Send to the hospital first. Maybe it's caused by emotions. He Huan's body hasn't been very good since he was a child. It's very supportive. After all, you have liked her for so many years, but you should treat her well, girls should still be spoiled."