Chapter 3900 Tyrannical and Domineering Pet 3

Qin Mo's eyes were far-reaching. After a moment, he laughed and stretched out his hand to pinch He Huan's cheek, "But I am the one who enjoys it."

She glared at him and scolded him for being shameless.

And he really laughed shamelessly: "He Huan, you don't understand men. In fact, men are very superficial."

He Huan turned her body to ignore him and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

And Qin Mo just smiled, sat over and laid her flat, and said in a gentle voice: 'Sleep for a while, I'll call you at dinner time. '

He also covered her with a quilt. He Huan was a little amused. In fact, she didn't want to sleep, but she didn't want to communicate with him at this moment, so she closed her eyes.

Qin Mo looked at her quietly for a while, then left and went to cook by himself.

In addition to normal meals, he also made a red bean soup, which is blood-replenishing and tastes very tasty...

When He Huan woke up, she smelled the fragrance of the food, and beside her, there was another kind of pleasant body breath.

She knew that Qin Mo was by her side.

She moved herself and leaned her head on his shoulder, her voice a little hoarse: "You are really particular, take a shower after cooking."

He smiled and stretched out his hand to rub her soft hair: "I can't stand the smell of oil smoke."

"Then don't cook, let others do it." She put her head on his legs, not in a hurry to get up, and leaned on him like a docile kitten.

Maybe it's because of a little injury!

He Huan never knew that he was so hypocritical.

Qin Mo smiled: "Today is different."

He is the president of a company. It is not easy to work in C City. He really doesn't have the time to stay in the kitchen every day. He is not a fussy man who thinks cooking for women is true love.

A good man will give women enough sense of security.

It's different today. She is injured. It's also a way for a good man to show it appropriately?

He Huan lay on her stomach, poked him gently with her little hand, and then asked with a smile: "What did you do?"

Qin Mo thought for a moment: "You like to eat, and there are blood-replenishing porridge, blood glutinous rice, red beans and red dates."

He Huan frowned when she heard it: "I don't want to eat red beans."

Red beans are the food she hates the most, no one else.

But Qin Mo insisted: "You must eat some."

He coaxed her again: "Be good."

"I don't want to be good." He Huan bit her lip: 'I think you just want to poison me. '

Qin Mo reached out and held her little chin, twisting it dangerously: "What's the benefit of me poisoning you?"

"I don't know." He Huan said softly: "Anyway, you let me drink red bean soup just to poison me."

Qin Mo was really angry and funny: "He Huan, are you reasonable?"

She blinked: "If you don't let me drink, I will be reasonable."

He stared at her, looked at her for a while, said forget it, and then picked her up.

He Huan hugged his neck and bargained: "I just don't want to eat red beans."

Qin Mo looked at her, his eyes became a little deep: "Besides red beans, what else do you hate the most?"

His voice suddenly became hoarse: "If you don't want to eat red beans, let's choose something else."

It took He Huan a few seconds to realize what he meant. Her face flushed and she stared at him.

Qin Mo smiled lightly and pinched her cheeks: "Are you willing to eat now?"

He Huan was very angry and stared at him: "You are so hateful."