Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

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

But the 40-year-old Qin Mo has a skill to accurately know her needs. He was originally bent over, and at this time, he could easily lift her up when he had enough hands.

Princess hug!

He Huan couldn't help but let out a cry, and was afraid of falling off, so he immediately hooked Qin Mo's neck.

Qin Mo lowered his head and looked at her.

"You let me down." She whispered, barely daring to look at him.

Qin Mo's voice was also very soft, and he was a little dumb abnormally: "When you were young, I didn't just hold you like this?"

He Huan baffled: "I'm grown up."

Qin Mo still stared at her quietly, and while walking, she didn't get down in the elevator. He just said softly, "Now you are getting smaller again, and I am getting old... He Huan, do you dislike her? I'm old?"

He Huan shook his head, "No, you are not old."

Qin Mo laughed and laughed happily, then he hugged her, lowered his head and kissed her, his voice was really hoarse and hoarse: "I'll treat you as a child, you are indeed I'm small and ignorant, and I don't care too much. Fortunately, it's quite interesting."

He Huan was somewhat thundered.

Even if she only remembers the 18-year-old, she wouldn't be a child!

When she retorted in this way, Qin Mo smiled gently: "I am 40, He Huan, relatively speaking, you are not just a kid."

He Huan got thunder again and simply ignored him.

Can't tell him.

When the elevator door opened, there was only one household on the top floor. He swiped the door with his card.

As soon as he entered, He Huan stayed for a while.

She can be sure that if it were the place where they lived after marriage, it would never be decorated like this.

How should I put it, this is the place where a young girl lives. Many of the soft outfits are light pink and goose yellow. She doesn't remember having such a girlish heart, but now she sees it and feels very good.

Qin Mo put her down, but did not let her escape. Instead, he gently hugged her, his tall body tilted slightly and put his chin on her shoulders, whispering: "Do you like it?"

He Huan was a little nervous and felt that the atmosphere was a little weird. She turned her head away uncomfortably.

With a smile in Qin Mo's voice, "It's best not to move."

She uttered again and did not dare to move anymore.

Only eyes, dare to look around.

Qin Mo's voice is still very low: "If you want to stop at 18, I will accompany you."

He Huan yelled again, then whispered, "Then you..."

Qin Mo smiled: "Small things that take the inch."

Her cheek became hot, and she bit her lip for a while: "You know how."

He turned his face to his side, looked at her intently, and chuckled for a while: "A 40-year-old man understands women very well. If he is a child, he understands better."

He Huan is angry again, in fact it is true, she can't do him.

At this moment, she wanted to go home.

Because living with a 40-year-old man is really terrible.

But where did she dare to mention it, let alone make a fuss about leaving, if she dared, she could guarantee that he would have other demands.

He Huan didn't dare to mess with him.

Qin Mo finally let go of her and took a picture of her: "I look around for myself, I will cook. Besides, it has been decorated in the past few days. The use of environmentally friendly materials will not cause pollution."