Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Mo continued to drive the car, and then his voice was faint: "This is all your stuff."

He Huan was taken aback again, eh?

"Otherwise?" Qin Mo held the steering wheel in one hand and stopped at the red light in front of him. With the other hand, he gently rubbed his beautiful chin, which looked particularly masculine.

He Huan fiddled with those things again, looking up at him for a while: "Really?"

He still stared at her, "At the age of 33, I still like these things. Do you think any woman is like this?"

He Huan let out a cry, and it took a while before he looked at him again.

Then, he was shocked by the clarity of his eyes.

Even He Huan, who is like a little idiot now, feels that Qin Mo wants to do bad things.

She didn't say a word, her eyes lowered, her white fingers were still fiddled with, and then she looked up at him again.

Those little eyes are really pitiful.

Qin Mo couldn't help but laughed, laughing very happy.

He Huan couldn't help but yelled, "What are you laughing at?"

Qin Mo started the car, looked at the front intently, and hummed lightly and happily after a while: "There are so many things you don't know!"

He Huan's face became a little hot all at once, and he dared not squeak anymore, and he twisted uncomfortably, pinning his face out of the window.

She couldn't help but complain...40-year-old Qin Mo was too difficult to get along with.

In this way, the two said nothing, and the car drove all the way to his apartment.

It was also the place where they lived after marriage, and He Huan did not live in the wedding room for several months.

A mansion of almost 300 square meters.

When the car stopped, He Huan bluntly said, "This is the hospital?"

Why didn't she know each other?

Qin Mo unfastened his seat belt, "Go home."

Naturally, help her unfasten the seat belt and pat her little head.

He Huan felt that with such a shot, her little head crashed, and it took a long time before she whispered (BB), "I will be discharged tomorrow."

Qin Mo said with a smile: "Do you think I will give you a chance to meet Rong Yue?"

"I won't go either." He Huan's head drooped, and every single strand of hair was frustrated. "I have a wife."

"Oh!" Qin Mo's voice stretched out, and after a long time he let out a low laugh: "If you don't have a wife, you're welcome, are you?"

He Huan bit his lip: "I didn't say that."

Qin Mo smiled again: "Don't forget that you have a husband, an 18-year-old girl."

He Huan was about to explode, staring at him, his small face chubby.

Qin Mo smiled softly, opened the door and got out of the car.

In fact, he thought, it's not bad now, and He Huan's this is also quite interesting.

Suddenly he thought again, perhaps this is God's compensation for him, to make up for all his time.

Give him all the time he lost her.

Qin Mo's eyes suddenly became a little hot. He stood in front of the car door on He Huan's side, with his fingers ready to open the door, but the throbbing in his heart came so fast, so suddenly, he was not prepared at all.

He can only suppress, desperately suppressing himself.

Until calm, he opened the car door, bent slightly and said softly: "I'm home."

No matter how stupid, He Huan knew this, she was sitting in the car, feeling her legs were a little soft.

Looks like he can't walk even one step.

She bit her lower lip, feeling too embarrassed, and she didn't want him to know.