Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

"It's a quibble. But you also like to listen, don't you?" He smiled and bit her earlobe. "Are you still angry?"

He Huan broke away from him all at once: "You don't want this one."

As she said, she went to the sofa and sat down, still very angry.

Qin Mo smiled, stared at her for a while, and walked to her again, "I have explained it now, do you want to listen?"

"Whatever you want," He Huan flipped through the magazine, but it was also a mess, and soon stopped his movements.

Qin Mo sighed softly, "Yihuan is panda blood."

"I know," He Huan's voice was muffled.

Then Qin Mo said again, "You also know how precious this blood is. It would be dangerous if there is no emergency, so..."

"So there is Ai Mengmeng." He Huan suddenly bit his lip.

Qin Mo said cruelly: "There will be Li Mengmeng and Zhang Mengmeng, He Huan, do you think I will draw blood from you?"

He Huan stared at him.

Qin Mo smiled again, with a clear smile, "You must think that you are also panda blood, and you have been living well. I am superfluous."

This time, He Huan didn't say anything anymore, just watched him quietly.

Qin Mo let out a sigh of relief: "Since the first blood loss in middle and junior high school, your tablemates will always be panda blood, and also when you go to study abroad, including you as a director and the assistant secretary next to you are panda blood.

He Huan was shocked. She looked at him quietly, without speaking for a long time.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand to embrace her shoulders and took her into his arms, with a rustling voice: "He Huan, now you know why I want to hold Ai Mengmeng? Why did that watch appear in her hand."

"It doesn't seem to be causal, right?" He Huan glanced at him: "Man with self-control knows how to measure it. Obviously you don't have Qin Mo."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to leave. Anyway, what she wanted to know already knew.

But after only one step, he was pulled back on the sofa, and this time was sitting on his lap.

He Huan was a little annoyed: "You let me go. Bastard."

Qin Mo sat neatly on the sofa, gently touching her face with his fingers, "I'm a bastard? Would you like to see what a real **** looks like?"

"I knew it a long time ago." She knew what he wanted to do, biting her lip, struggling desperately, but the more struggling, the more unbearable.

Qin Mo's body stiffened, and then his voice was hoarse and hoarse: "He Huan, I would rather hurt me if I could."

He stared at her while he was talking, and he let go of her after watching quietly for a while.

After that, he walked behind the desk, took the cigarette and started smoking.

He Huan was also sitting in the same place, but he had already been slapped up and down. The **** got away and left. What is he doing!

Qin Mo smoked half a cigarette, raised his eyes, and said with some restraint: "You don't want to, I won't do it in the future."

After speaking, he went on to smoke, without saying anything else, nor saying a clean break, let alone where Yihuan belonged.

But He Huan could smell the cold war from his attitude.

Especially in the afternoon, he left the villa and didn't take Yi Huan away. He just asked He Huan to send Yi Huan to the kindergarten during the day. He Huan also agreed absently, watching his car leave.

Aunt Lan also followed her gaze and sighed faintly: "Affectionate, otherwise the night is so beautiful."