Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan asked stupidly: "Where is Qin Xuan's mother?"

Qin Mo did not answer directly. He reached out and pulled his young wife’s hair before he whispered, “Qin Xuan is sick and leukemia, so it’s better to be taken care of by the Qin family. If I can, I want to be by our side. As for his mother ..."

He said conservatively: "It is not suitable to take care of Qin Xuan."

He Huan was a little unbelievable. She forgot Yihuan, but when she saw Yihuan, she knew that this was her own child, so she was willing to do anything.

So he asked gently: "Does she not love Qin Xuan, because Qin Xuan is sick?" ’

Qin Mo stared at her for a while, then nodded gently.

He Huan gave a long oh, and then slowly said: "If she doesn't want Qin Xuan, you can take it back. Anyway, I am not a big director anymore. Taking care of a child shouldn't be a problem."

Qin Mo smiled: "I thought you would throw it to Shen Ting."

He Huan said dissatisfiedly: "Obviously you found Shen Ting and came back, so why tell me to throw it at Shen Ting!"

Qin Mo was still smiling. At this moment, he felt He Huan was so soft and well-behaved.

She is even better and cute than when she was a girl. A man doesn't really need a woman to be as capable. As long as she is by his side, she is better when she is happy than at any time.

But at the same time he knew that he had concealed a part. He could not tell that Qin Xuan's mother was Ai Jia, such a despicable person. He had hurt He Huan and made her amnesia, and he had done a lot of conscience. Besides being afraid that He Huan could not accept it, it was also because of Qin Xuan.

He was afraid that He Huan would treat this child with a complicated mood, and he always owed Qin Lu.

Qin Mo's mood was particularly complicated. In the end, he turned into a sigh and gently held He Huan in his arms.

After a long time, he said softly, "Huanhuan, I have liked you very much since you were a kid. The men of the Qin family are very dedicated, eh?"

He Huan was a little overwhelmed by his sudden gentleness and confession, and it took a long time to whisper: "Qin Mo, what's the matter with you?"

He didn't speak, he just hugged her tightly.

He Huan said nothing, and then quietly hugged him with his little hands.

She felt that Qin Mo at this time needed comfort.

At this time of tenderness, Xiao Yihuan took Qin Xuan to watch secretly on the second floor. Yihuan’s voice was old-fashioned: "Look, what I said, hugged again, and hugged each other whenever I have time. !"

Qin Xuan's small face was a little red. After all, it was the first time he saw such a scene, so his eyes were fixed and he didn't move.

Yihuan patted him and comforted: "Brother Qin Xuan, you have to get used to it. Don't feel like you have never seen the world. You have to get used to it in our family. You have to get used to my dad’s eyes. ."

There was another sigh, "I've long been used to it, and I've accepted my fate."

The baby does not cry, the baby also has brother Shen Ting.

But Qin Xuan's gaze was still staring at the embracing person, and it took a long time to whisper: "Are uncle and aunt in love?"

Yi Huan cried out strangely: "Such an obvious fact, do you still have to ask?"

Qin Xuan bit his lip and spoke very slowly: "But I don't know if my father and mother are in love. Mother has never mentioned father, and I have never met him once. I only know him and Uncle Qin Mo. They look the same."

When he first saw Qin Mo, he almost called his father.

But the man who was almost exactly the same as the picture squatted down and told him very gently that he was an uncle.

Qin Xuan's nose was sore at that moment.

At that moment, he finally believed that his father was gone.

All his care now is sympathy.