Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Mo understood He Huan's careful thoughts.

After a long time, he bowed his head and whispered: "It's so cute now."

Give her a kiss.

He Huan stared at him.

His voice became more hoarse, "Start over, eh?"

He Huan finally couldn't help asking: "Can't you keep a low profile?"

‘No,’ his tone became dangerous and strong again.

He Huan lowered his eyes: "Is this also one of the conditions?"

Qin Mo did not answer her question because the elevator reached the top floor.

He took her directly into the lounge, removed her coat, and reached out to touch her black hair: "Sleep for a while."

"Can't sleep, I want to sit outside." He Huan answered quickly, then slid down and stood.

Qin Mo glanced at her silently, then smiled slightly, "It's okay."

He Huan went out and was in the office leisure area, lying on the sofa to watch the snow scene outside.

Looking at the 68th floor, it was another world, and now there seemed to be fine snow floating outside.

"Don't look for too long, it will hurt your eyes." Qin Mo came over and leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I will let the second secret send you some hot fruit tea."

He Huan likes this recently, maybe because he feels bitter and needs sweetening.

After he finished speaking, He Huan just nodded softly and gave an um.

Qin Mo couldn't help but said, "He Huan, can you..."

He wanted to respond to him, but his pride did not allow him to do so, so he took it back.

He Huan didn't care either. In fact, she knew what he wanted to say. Since she didn't say it, she didn't know.

Qin Mo was silent for a while, then smiled faintly, and reached out to remove her hair.

After he went out, there was a temporary silence in the huge office, and He Huan was in such silence.

She just looked outside, silently watching those snowflakes...

The second secretary came in, quietly in the office, she put things on the coffee table, and coughed softly: "Mrs. Qin, Mrs. Qin asked me to bring you fruit tea, which is your favorite taste."

The second secret was thinking a little bit ripplingly, as expected this is Mrs Qin again.

He Huan was still lying on his stomach, but said softly, "Call me He Huan."

The second secret blinked gently: Does she want to be called Mrs. Qin, right?

In fact, everyone knew about the Lvsheng culture before, and President Qin had spent so much effort to force He Huan to turn around, and he was also well-intentioned.

The second secretary sighed, in this world, it's not that the person you think is good will enjoy it.

Perhaps such love is a kind of bondage, a kind of imprisonment.

The smile she saw at He Huan disappeared. Before...it was different.

The second secretary sighed: It is not easy to be a rich woman.

She didn't dare to say more, she quit, and the door closed again.

And He Huan was still lying there quietly looking outside--

It feels like being closed to the tower without freedom.

She knew that when the movie was promoted, she would have no freedom. From now on, she will be Mrs. Qin, and fewer and fewer people will call her He Huan. As for He Dao, it is just a dream when she was young.

She lowered her eyelashes, with a teardrop on her long eyelashes, and tried her best not to fall.

Her last name is He, but she grew up next to Qin Mo.

She can never choose whether to love or not...

Later, she took her mobile phone and posted on Weibo. The news of her remarriage with Qin Mo has been searched hotly. In addition to their group photos outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, there are also some daily routines between her and Qin Mo.