Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

When they meet occasionally, they just say a few short words.

He Huan didn't understand Qin Mo's thoughts, and she never asked.

She lives with Shen Ting and Yihuan like this. Yihuan is accompanied by Shen Ting. She is not lonely. It seems to be satisfied to make a phone call with Qin Mo every night. Shen Ting goes to KING for entertainment twice a week. Will go with Yi Huan, so the only person who has the least contact with Qin Mo is He Huan, and it gradually seems to become a little strange.

He Huan couldn't remember when he fell into his arms, and she slowly forgot his body temperature and breath... There are also gossips between him and the public relations manager in the gossip weekly, KING There has never been public relations in the entertainment industry, so news of their divorce is flying all over the sky, but the parties are very calm.

He Huan thought to himself, they are separated!

At least, it is by no means as simple as the Cold War.

She didn't have the face to ask him, let alone hold her face.

A month later, Qin Xuan underwent an operation, and then he was sent to the nursing home. The little guy's health slowly recovered, and he often sent postcards to He Huan...

When He Huan received the 28th postcard, Maple Leaf was already red.

She sat quietly on the bench in the courtyard of the villa, holding a book in her hand.

In the past six months, Qin Mo hardly came back, and she did not look for him either.

Their intersections are getting less and less, except that He Huan received a sum of about 500 million yuan, which is the share of "Twins". She called Secretary He, and Secretary He transferred Qin Mo. She said thank you , He said you're welcome.

When did they get to the point where they were born, the phone needed to be transferred, and a little bit of things needed to say thank you, and then there was no more.

At this time, it is already autumn.

In the afternoon, He Huan was sitting in the courtyard reading a book. The book at hand had already turned a lot of pages. Qin Xuan's 28 postcards were packed in a small box. It was full of 52. Qin Xuan should be back.

He Huan turned over one by one, putting down his hands, his eyes a little sour.

He raised his hand and looked at the time and found that he had been sitting here for almost two hours.

After half a year, her health has improved a lot, and she has never thought about becoming a major director. It is good to bring two children like this...

She thought, Qin Mo didn't come back for so long, the meaning should be obvious, he wanted to divorce her, but he didn't want to raise it first.

He Huan raised her eyes and looked at the afternoon sun. It was a bit dazzling, and her eyes were sour. She stretched out her hand to cover her eyes. After a while, she gently put it down and took the phone on one side to open WeChat. Type in the dialog box word by word [Qin Mo, let's divorce! ]

After she finished writing, she threw the phone aside and stopped looking.

After reading the book for a while, she went back and took a nap. After waking up, she suddenly remembered the previous information. She took it over and looked at it. Qin Mo didn't reply.

He Huan couldn't figure out what he meant. Obviously they only met once or twice in half a year. He should have no plans to continue this marriage!

He Huan sighed, put the phone on the bedside, got up and took a shower.

But when she came back after washing, she found an extra person in the master bedroom, sitting on the head of the bed.

And beside her pillow, there is a document, which is quite thick.

He Huan lowered his eyes and gathered the yukata that was too thin on his body. If she knew he was back, she would never wear this one.