Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Before going to bed, He Huan put his head on his shoulders, Qin Mo lowered his head and asked her gently, "How does it feel to be a princess, Mrs. Qin?"

He Huan smiled lightly, "It's okay."

Qin Mo smiled and stroked her hair: "Go to sleep, there won't be an event tomorrow."

He Huan closed his eyes and gave a hmm.

Tomorrow, a fan meeting will be held in the largest theater in City B. The main members of the crew will meet with fans. This is a small event. It will not last for about half an hour, but you have to cheer up.

In fact, it takes a lot of theaters to release a movie, but Qin Mo took it all because of her poor health, and the only one in City B was considered a reward for fans.

He Huan wanted to sleep a little, but he was a little reluctant to sleep. He leaned on Qin Mo's shoulder and hummed softly: "

Qin Mo, I actually think my vision is pretty good. "

He leaned on the head of the bed and smiled softly: "Is it me or Rong Yue?"

He Huan didn't want to answer, the spoiled little girl is willful.

He closed his eyes and leaned on him: "I want to sleep."

Qin Mo was quite tolerant, smiled and lay flat.

Reaching out and rubbing her shaggy hair, "Sleeping little girl."

*

On the other side, Shen Ting did not go to her bedroom with Xiao Yihuan, but went back to his room, reached out and put the little guy on the chair. There were a lot of things to say to her, and he was afraid she would not listen understand.

She is still so small after all.

Shen Ting squatted in front of her, and motivated her little head, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Why did you come back suddenly? Didn't you say you lived for a week?"

Xiao Yihuan looked at him baffledly, looking really pitiful, and whispered: "The meal is not delicious."

Shen Ting was a little surprised. There should be several chefs in Yejia. Why can't they make food that suits her appetite?

Yi Huan nodded vigorously, "It just doesn't taste good. The baby wants to eat sausage fried rice, especially they want to eat it. They don't make it for the baby after get off work."

Shen Ting was angry and funny, staring at her.

At this point, Yi Huan probably felt that she was a little wronged, and her big eyes were full of moisture.

Shen Ting's heart suddenly softened, "They can't do it, you can...make you want Brother Nan to do it."

"I think Brother Nan won't, he will only make a bowl of noodles for me." Yi Huan accuses crisply.

Actually, Shen Ting wanted to say that he should make a bowl of noodles, but at this moment he swallowed.

Yi Huan complained slightly and looked at Shen Ting, "Brother, can you do it?"

Of course Shen Ting will not.

But now if he says no, the little thing should be disappointed. For example, now he looks at her and feels that every strand of her hair is downcast.

Shen Ting's voice was very gentle: "Do you really want to eat?"

Yi Huan nodded vigorously: "The baby really wants to eat."

I went home until I wanted to eat it, but with Baba and Ma Ma, I never thought that I would cook my baby's favorite rice.

The little guy said, his big eyes were filled with moisture again.

Shen Ting couldn't help but laughed, and stretched out her hand to squeeze her cheek: "Shall I fry you?"

When speaking, the tone was his own incredible gentleness.

Yi Huan looked at him suspiciously, and his voice was crisp again, "Brother, do you know?"

Will it?

Such a small look will not happen anymore.

Shen Ting cleared his throat: "Brother will meet soon."

Xiao Yihuan still had doubts in his eyes, and Shen Ting simply hugged the little cat downstairs.