Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan took off the blanket on her body and got out of bed.

Everywhere in the apartment was quiet and quiet, she looked around and didn't see Qin Mo.

It is strange to say that in such a place that is unfamiliar to her, she actually wanted to find Qin Mo.

Finally she found him in the study, opened the door and saw Qin Mo sitting behind the huge log desk, with a cigarette in one hand and flipping through documents in the other.

His fingers are beautiful, slender and powerful.

He Huan looked at him blankly, and then he wondered a little bit about whether his fingers looked good or not had anything to do with her.

She stood there and called him like a kitten.

Qin Mo raised his eyes. At that moment, there was a touch of exhaustion in his black eyes, pure physical exhaustion.

He Huan froze for a moment, she never thought that Qin Mo would be tired.

In her impression, he is energetic all the time, is it because he is old?

She asked stupidly, Qin Mo still kept his original posture, with a cigarette in his hand, staring at her quietly. After a long time, he smiled: "I am old?"

If it were 33-year-old He Huan, she would know the danger, while the 18-year-old was a little ignorant and a little stupid. Babaer said, “40 years old is a bit old, I remember you should be 25 years old.”

Qin Mo got up and walked towards her.

The body is tall and straight, absolutely slender and powerful.

Very, very... masculine.

He Huan just thought and stammered.

Qin Mo walked up straight, not more than 10 cm away from her.

He lowered his head, his voice almost whispered: "I am 40 years old, if you don't believe it, we can try."

He Huan raised his eyes first, looked at him baffledly for several seconds, then ran out with his face covered, and screamed, "Qin Mo, you are too shameless."

Qin Mo smiled, then covered his eyes with his hands.

He sighed lowly.

18 years old is 18 years old, the big deal is to bring a little bit of love, at least, he liked it when she was a teenager, 18 years old, enough.

How did He Huan know his perverted thoughts, ran into the dining room, turned around, and hummed to Qin Mo, "I'm hungry, where's the meal?"

Qin Mo wore a black shirt, which didn't look like a home at all, but just like that, he still served out Thai food, which was very good and delicious.

He Huan's eyes lit up, and his voice was soft: "When did you learn Qin Mo?"

Qin Mo smiled and sat down, "Didn't I tell you, there are so many things you don't know."

He Huan let out a cry, sat down and tasted it eagerly, feeling that every taste bud was conquered and smoothed.

too delicious.

While eating, he looked at Qin Mo from time to time, thinking that he was amazing.

Qin Mo didn't make a sound either, and looked faintly.

He Huan ate very quickly, and was content in about ten minutes, but she still tried to stuff a little more in.

Qin Mo stopped her: "It's not good to eat too much. If you want to eat, just make it tomorrow."

He Huan’s eyes were sparkling, and it took him a long time to say: "Qin Mo, can you cook French food? Can Italian food work? And..."

Said a bunch.

President Qin has been eating, after listening, he wiped his lower lip calmly: "As long as you need it, I can do it."

He Huan was stunned again, for a long time before whispering, "Really?"