Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Su Yiliu was naturally embarrassed. It took a long time for her to whisper: "Ms. Qin, it's my fault."

"I thought you were here to say a happy new year to me and He Huan, what's wrong?" Qin Mo smiled slightly, but the smile was a little cold and didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, it seemed rather chilling.

Su Yiliu's voice was astringent: "It's me who is not good. Qin always punishes him whatever he wants, but can you let my parents go? They didn't do anything wrong."

At this point, she already knew where He Huan was in Qin Mo's heart, and she hardly dared to think about it.

However, I am still a little unwilling.

After she finished speaking, Qin Mo's eyes were still faint. After a long time, he smiled and said lightly: "Then tell me what you did wrong?"

This is undoubtedly particularly embarrassing. Su Yiliu closed his eyes slightly, "I shouldn't have someone write a draft, saying that Director He can't give birth."

While she was talking, Qin Mo looked at her straightforwardly, without missing a word.

Later, he spoke coldly and calmly: "He Huan is my wife, can she have anything to do with others? Does it have anything to do with you?"

He rarely treats women so rudely, at most he is a little cold, and now he is almost rude.

At this time, he was not the president of KING Entertainment attacking a subordinate, but protecting He Huan as a husband and venting her anger. That's all.

Su Yiliu naturally couldn't say a word. After a long time, she whispered, "Do you love her so much? Don't you really care?"

"Yes! I love her! I love her whether He Huan can be born or not, and it has nothing to do with others." Qin Mo obviously didn't want to say to her again: "I won't deal with your family, they are not worth my spending. Mind, it’s just that all your resources in KING Entertainment will be recovered, that’s it... Now, go out."

Qin Mo's politeness made Su Yiliu even more embarrassed. She raised her eyes to say something about her lips moving but couldn't say it, because she saw He Huan standing by the stairs, standing quietly.

Su Yiliu wanted to talk, her throat was astringent, and finally she could only whisper: "I know President Qin."

She went out anyway, she was a little proud of her background and her back was straight.

Qin Mo knew He Huan was up from Su Yiliu's eyes, and he turned sideways: "Wake you up?"

He Huan wore a nightgown, his.

Brown, because she was a little bit older, she felt a little happy wearing it, but this also directly hit Su Yiliu, and then she couldn't bear to leave.

He Huan walked down slowly, sat next to Qin Mo, took his cup and took a sip of coffee: "It's bitter."

"Black coffee, no sugar." He whispered, then snatched it from her hand, and raised his voice for the aunt to pour hot milk.

"I don't want to drink milk." He Huan bit his lip and whispered.

Qin Mo looked at her white face, and said, "Nourishing red beans."

"Qin Mo, you...too bad." He Huan couldn't help it anymore. He was not naive, he knew that she didn't like it, and he has bullied her since she was in her teens.

He Huan was speechless: "Qin Mo, today is the New Year...Can't you let me go for a day? Besides, shouldn't we talk about Su Yiliu?"

Qin Mo frowned: "She is not important."