Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan quietly looked at the snow outside, Qin Mo seemed to have gone to breakfast, and the scent of food floated in the air for a while.

The warm house, the snow outside the window, and the handsome man, all of this can be said to be a lifelong dream for an ordinary woman, but He Huan would not think so—

She was afraid.

She was terrified of Qin Mo.

She doesn't know what he wants to do next...

She was holding fruit tea and smelling the scent seemed to be able to settle down.

He didn't hug her last night. She didn't know if it was because she was dissatisfied with her. She lost a lot of weight after the miscarriage, her body was almost ruined, and her face was as pale as a ghost.

Men think about her like this, right?

Since this is the case, why does he have to imprison her by his side?

He Huan couldn't understand, she thought, maybe this is a man's possessiveness. She had been his wife and he would not allow others to be contaminated, just not a single bit.

Or he keeps her at home, she doesn't need work or socializing, and he will raise a few women outside to satisfy him in the future.

Does Qin Mo think so?

He Huan was startled.

Qin Mo came over, a warm breath enveloped her, his hands were wrapped around her shoulders, he lowered his head and kissed her hair, his voice was even lower, "What are you thinking?"

He Huan bit his lower lip and unconsciously asked what he was thinking.

Qin Mo's expression changed a little. He looked at her quietly, and after a long time he turned her face over and kissed her...

After a kiss, he reached out and picked her up and walked towards the master bedroom. (Ten thousand words omitted)

Wake up again, it is already noon.

He Huan opened his eyes and Qin Mo was no longer there.

She closed her eyes and thought about what happened this morning. Of course, she was not aftertaste, but why he...

Just thinking about it, Qin Mo walked in, bent over and kissed her: "Get up for lunch."

She is too thin now, and she hugs her like a feather.

But compared with before, each has its own taste. Of course, he wouldn't say this to her now. He always had a lot of food. Besides, he was still angry.

It was impossible for He Huan to pretend to sleep. She sat up and looked at Qin Mo in a daze.

"I'm waiting for you outside, you wash your face." He whispered, kissed her on the cheek, and then walked straight out.

He Huan looked at his back quietly, and it took a while to wash his face.

What was strange to her was that she had exhausted her strength, but her spirit was better now than before.

The food he cooked was still delicious. She ate a lot, and even her pale face could see a trace of blood.

After eating, Qin Mo took her to the sofa, watching TV or watching the snow.

He Huan saw that he took the notebook as if he was about to handle business affairs, and couldn't help but say, "Don't you need to go to the company?"

"I have been with you these days, at least until the snow stops." He has turned on the screen and whispered, "In addition, I originally wanted to use a helicopter to return to the villa, but the snow is too big... Stay here for a few days Right."

Mainly...no one else here, only two of them.

Qin Mo thought quietly, maybe they might re-cultivate some feelings.

He Huan uttered a cry, but then there was no sound.

She didn't want to watch TV, so she turned it off. In the quiet space, only Qin Mo hit the keyboard.

Subtle and sharp, it felt like an invisible tension tore the cotton cloth.