Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

In fact, He Huan didn't expect her to say it, but just talk casually. If Ai Mengmeng wanted to say it, she would have said it a long time ago. She didn't want to force her.

Later, they didn't talk much, just drinking tea.

Things are done by men.

Qin Mo spent an afternoon deciding to make a short documentary, which was about 5 minutes long and was performed by Ai Mengmeng. Actually, it is not. It is just a recurrence of the experience in his own life.

Qin Mo walked out, holding the script in his hand. He stood in the living room and paused for a while and then said: "Clean up, and go to the border by special plane at night."

He Huan looked at him.

Qin Mo smiled lightly: "That was Ai Mengmeng's hometown. We went there to shoot. If we go back to City B, we only need to make up a few shots. This is a self-report and the best whitewashing, and Ai Mengmeng only has this time. Opportunity."

He Huan looked at him, and the surprise was a little clear again. She almost had a sore nose.

In fact, Qin Mo did what he usually disdains because of her.

Suddenly she was a little moved, and the unspeakable feeling was in her heart, wanting, and expressing something to him, but now there are other people around, He Huan can only suppress the thoughts in her heart, just look at him.

Qin Mo could probably guess what she thought, and he looked at her quietly for a while, and smiled slightly.

He Huan's face suddenly turned red.

Qin Mo turned his head, "Let's go back and clean up first, and gather at the airport at eight o'clock in the evening."

Saying he was leaving with He Huan, Rong Yue stopped him: "Ms. Qin."

Qin Mo turned around.

Rong Yue's voice was slightly muted: "Thank you."

Qin Mo said faintly: "Don't thank you, the conditions there are a bit tough, so bring some spare medicine or something."

After speaking, he left with He Huan.

After getting in the car, Qin Mo was about to start the car. He Huan put his arm in his arm and said softly, "Qin Mo, thank you."

"What's wrong?" Qin Mo smiled, "Thank me one by one."

He Huan still looked at him without speaking.

Qin Mo squeezed her face, "He Huan, don't forget that I am your husband. I should do everything for you. Isn't that the way for a couple?"

He Huan was a little startled, and it was a long time before he leaned over, pressing his face against his arm.

Qin Mo lowered his head and looked at her tenderly...

In this way, Qin Mo started the car after spending more than ten minutes alone warmly.

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon when his car stopped downstairs, and it was getting dark.

After returning home, he simply ate something, and later Qin Mo arranged things, and He Huan packed his luggage.

He Huan was okay, but it was the first time to pack up for Qin Mo. She opened his closet and packed out two sets of clothes and a coat. She did the same.

Qin Mo said while on the phone, "I only need one coat on my body. I can't fit the suitcase, and I will be back in a few days."

He Huan gave a cry and took out his coat again. Qin Mo continued on the phone while preparing common medicines and other things. He Huan looked at him and felt like a little idiot.

After Qin Mo hung up the phone, the phone was given to He Huan, and he squatted down and pulled up the suitcase.

Standing up, looking at He Huan, he sighed softly: "I'm afraid you won't adapt to it. The environment is very difficult, although it only lasts five days."