Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

It's not that he doesn't feel bad, but she is so cute.

A little wound is like leaving this world immediately.

Just like before, it was obviously just a period, and she shed a little blood, it was like she had a terminal illness.

He Huan is a little guy who is afraid of pain.

Sometimes cute enough to explode, sometimes hateful and hateful, the kind that made him vomit blood.

But now, it's still cute.

He also decided to be so tolerant of her.

Reaching out and gently stroking her forehead was regarded as comforting, and then opened the medicine cabinet.

Obviously it was just a small opening, but Qin Mo treated it as a big wound. It was disinfected first. It hurt a bit. The squeamish little girl inhaled desperately. Qin Mo couldn't continue.

He was speechless, and stopped, "He Huan, do you mean to make me feel bad?"

He Huan opened his eyes and looked at him baba, "Am I? Why should I make you feel bad, and I haven't done anything."

Qin Mo was so angry that he vomited blood again, and gave her a glaring look.

He Huan's voice was soft and soft like a little sheep: "Qin Mo, are you angry?"

He glanced at her.

Her voice resounded sharply again: "Are you angry, will you retaliate against me? You hurt me on purpose?"

"Shut up!" His tone was bad, and he bandaged her.

Well, as she wished, he hurt her vindictively, and Qin Mo was refreshed in the sound of He Huan.

It's just his little girl, who cried by him, leaned angrily on the sofa, her small body twitched, Qin Mo wanted to talk to her, she turned her little face aside, and was a little bored watching TV .

At this moment, Qin Mo thought of such a sentence: There is no fear of being favored.

However, at this time, he was still willing to spoil her, tidy up things, and seemed to say intentionally or unintentionally: "It seems good to have a candied apple after a meal."

He Huan's ears stood up immediately, like a little rabbit.

Qin Mo seemed to have not noticed her reaction, and he seemed to mutter to himself: "But maybe no one will eat it, so I should go to the study room to work."

"Some people eat it, others eat it." He Huan shouted.

Qin Mo smiled, looked at her, and then stretched out his hand.

He Huan stared at him. For a long time, she finally poured her little face over and asked him to squeeze it like a pet. He was satisfied and got up to do it.

He Huan was waiting for it, but after a while she decided to go to the kitchen to have a look.

Qin Mo is making it. He looks very skilled, and He Huan is in a trance again. He also looks handsome when he is making desserts.

She thought to herself, what else could he not?

Qin Mo could feel that she was right at the door, and she was still peeking, and he didn't say anything, so he let her watch it openly.

He Huan is not polite.

When he was done, she didn't take a peek, but leaned over like a little pug dog.

That is really funny.

"Would you like to taste it?" After Qin Mo finished speaking, he thought of Shen Ting and Yi Huan.

He sighed in his heart, he was an enlarged Shen Ting, He Huan was no different from Yi Huan now, except that he ate and fell asleep.

But the despised little girl didn't think about anything, she wanted to eat.

A small bowl was eaten cleanly in a while, and when it was over, he looked at Qin Mo.