Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Mo's voice was hoarse: "What if your mother is willing to put you in Qin's house?"

Qin Xuan raised his eyes and stared at Qin Mo. After a long time, he said slowly, "Uncle, do you want me?"

"Well, I want to take care of you when you grow up." Qin Mo smiled warmly and hugged Qin Xuan.

And this was the warmth that Qin Xuan couldn't refuse.

Qin Xuan was determined to live with his mother, but now he hesitated again.

For Qin Xuan, his mother was the one who gave birth to him, but it was not the same as a family member. After coming to Qin Mo, he felt what a family member was.

People can't help but want to get close.

Qin Xuan bit his lower lip, and his small face was also indescribably beautiful.

Finally, he slowly leaned into Qin Mo's arms, a warm and wide embrace that could carry all the boy's miss.

At that moment, he wanted to cry, but he remembered that Yihuan had said that he was a boy, so he endured it desperately.

Feeling his emotions, Qin Mo lowered his head and kissed the little guy's forehead: "In fact, not only boys, but adult men also break down. It's not shameful to cry."

Qin Xuan let out a cry, and then looked at Qin Mo in disbelief, his voice even softer: "Uncle, have you ever cried?"

After Qin Mo hesitated for a few seconds, he smiled faintly: "I should have cried!"

Qin Xuan let out a cry, put his little face on Qin Mo's arm, and then asked carefully, "Why is uncle crying?"

Qin Mo smiled lightly, "Because of feelings, because of your aunt."

Qin Xuan didn't know what feeling was, and he didn't dare to ask.

He was just obediently in Qin Mo's arms. At this moment, he felt that he and his uncle were very close, because he would be sad, would want to cry, and his uncle would also be the same person.

Qin Mo coaxed him for a long time, making sure that he would not be afraid of the dark before taking the door out with confidence.

At the door, he looked at the bed again, Qin Xuan's small one was buried in the quilt and only his head was exposed outside. In the darkness, his eyes were shiny.

Qin Mo smiled slightly, took the door, and went to see the other two children separately before returning to the bedroom.

He Huan did not sleep yet. After taking a shower, she put on a pajamas and leaned against the sofa to play games, but she was not waiting for him, but had something to ask Qin Mo.

After all, there was a child of this age in the family suddenly.

Qin Mo opened the bedroom door and watched He Huan sitting there. He rubbed his eyebrows and walked over to sit beside her, and took her into his arms: "Really waiting for me?"

He Huan was still playing the game, so he shouted: "Wait a minute, I'll finish this game."

Qin Mo's gaze fell on her face, a few seconds later he released her, and he leaned on the armrest of the sofa and closed his eyes and rested. He Huan slapped and glanced at him again, "You are tired. Is it?"

Qin Mo closed his eyes and gave a hum.

He Huan finished the fight in twos, and of course she didn't care if she lost. She dropped her mobile phone and looked at him closely. They were so close that she could feel each other's long breaths.

Qin Mo smiled suddenly, resting his hands behind his head, opened his eyes and looked at her, "What's the matter?"

He Huan simply knelt beside him and looked at Qin Mo carefully. He didn't say anything but let her watch.

For a moment, He Huan whispered, "Where is Qin Xuan's mother?"