Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan went out first and saw the door of the suite.

Qin Mo came from behind and didn't go around in front of her. Instead, he stretched his hand through half of her body and opened the door, as if he was half hugging her in his arms.

He Huan was a little embarrassed. In fact, they had been close countless times, but she was still uncomfortable with the closeness like this.

After she had a miscarriage, she seemed to be less able to get close to him.

At this moment, her avoidance naturally made Qin Mo a little uncomfortable. Qin Mo's eyes were dyed with a layer of black. He glanced at her silently and went in by himself.

He Huan followed behind him and went in. He closed the door, looked down at her for a while before removing his coat, and walked over and dialed the inside line and ordered a meal.

"I'm not hungry." He Huan bit his lip: "I want to talk to you about things...and..."

"I'm hungry." Qin Mo stared at her and said unkindly.

With that, he went to the wine cabinet and pulled out a red wine, took out two more glasses, poured a glass for himself and her, but did not hand it to her, but drank slowly while holding the glass.

He Huan stood there, her lips pressed tightly, without speaking.

They used to be husband and wife, but now they are terribly alienated.

In the end, Qin Mo spoke first: "Take off your coat, sit down and drink a glass of boiled water, his face is as pale as a ghost, but what you want me to do, I don't think I have this good appetite."

He Huan wanted to refute, but she held it back.

Do as he said, and he put down the wine glass in his hand and poured a glass of boiled water for her.

When handing it to her, his finger touched her palm, it was cold.

Qin Mo looked at her in silence for a while, then walked back to the bar and drank his red wine. It seemed that he was not too addicted. He lit a cigarette and took a sip. The cold expression that was originally a bit cold finally seemed to ease a little.

Probably the mood is somewhat relieved.

But after he took a few sips, He Huan coughed twice. Qin Mo sat behind the bar and looked up at her: "Have a cold?"

These three words are still flattering.

He Huan shook his head and said no.

Qin Mo was still staring at her, but he put out the smoke. Just then, there was a knock on the door. He got up to open the door and pushed in the dining car.

The meal he ordered was very rich, where it seemed like a supper, it was clearly dinner.

Qin Mo set a meal, looked at He Huan, "Come over for dinner."

She also wanted to say that she didn't want to eat, but Qin Mo's expression was very ugly, so she had to sit there.

Neither of them spoke, but ate together in silence.

Qin Mo obviously did not eat at the banquet. In fact, his appetite was not very good these days, so he also ate a lot.

He Huan was hungry and ate as much as kittens.

"Don't you like to eat, or don't like to eat with me?" He looked at her quietly with a sense of embarrassment.

He Huan raised his eyes to look at him, then silently lowered his head, eating food.

Thinking of something in my heart, then I ate a bit fiercely a bit faster...

When the stomach was completely uncomfortable, her face was pale as paper, and she rushed into the bathroom quickly, covering her lips, vomiting up everything she ate, even bile...

Qin Mo walked over quickly, hesitated and put his palm on her shoulder, feeling her body stiff.

He whispered: "What's the matter?"

He Huan was still a little stiff, biting his lip and whispering: "It's probably because of a cold, and I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach after eating too much."