Chapter 3915 Please Call Me Miss He 3

She didn't look like she was going to run, so he let her go, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at her quietly.

After a while, he spoke: "Don't forget your identity."

He Huan didn't say anything, looking up at him.

Under the light, she was wearing a little black dress again, her skin was very white, she must have rarely been exposed to the sun recently.

And he found that she was wearing high heels, he thought to himself, she was still a dwarf even if she wore them! (Boss Qin is also very cute.)

But he couldn't deny that she was beautiful tonight, and this dress was damn suitable for her.

Just as he was silently admiring, He Huan threw a sentence at him indifferently: "I know my own identity."

Her angry little look pleased him.

He took a step forward, and He Huan looked at his expression and couldn't help but take a step back.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and easily caught her.

He Huan fell into his arms, and her face fell on his heart, a little embarrassed.

What's worse is that she was wearing high heels, so her feet were hit and twisted.

He Huan cried out in pain, her whole face wrinkled, "It hurts."

Qin Mo lowered his head and saw that she didn't look fake. He felt a little distressed, but his face was cold and expressionless: "Where does it hurt?"

He Huan couldn't stand anymore, she frowned, "I sprained my foot."

Qin Mo looked at her foot silently, then bent down and picked her up, holding her in one hand and removing her high heels with the other hand, and threw them away directly when passing by the trash can.

He Huan bit her lip, "More than 20,000."

He looked down at her and snorted coldly, "No matter how expensive it is, it doesn't fit your feet. Putting it here is a waste of space."

He Huan was a little angry and turned her head: "You are talking about yourself!"

He carried her into the elevator and then looked at her: "Am I only worth 20,000 yuan?"

He Huan's voice was a little low, "It only costs 2,000 yuan to call a Niu Yilang outside."

"Have you called?" He sneered: "Do men outside understand your body as well as I do? Can they make you so comfortable?"

He Huan couldn't talk to him anymore, so she chose to shut up.

Qin Mo carried her into the apartment, put her on the sofa, and then squatted down to look at her.

He Huan frowned and looked at her ankle. There was indeed a red circle there, and then her eyes turned red...

"You are usually not very independent and strong, why are you crying now?" Qin Mo stared at her and said coldly.

"Don't worry about it." He Huan pursed her lips, and then wanted to stand up and find some medicine to apply.

Qin Mo held her down: "Don't move if you sprain your foot."

Then he looked at her: "Is there a medicine box here?"

He Huan was indeed in pain, so he said it.

Qin Mo went to get it, and came over and squatted in front of her again. He was dressed in black and looked very good.

But at this time, when they were so close, He Huan smelled a faint scent of perfume on him. She was indeed not using the brand she used, so her face tightened.

Qin Mo didn't even look up, and said in a low voice: "I went to the bar to drink some wine, and I accidentally rubbed it."

He Huan pursed her lips and said nothing.

He raised his eyes: "Don't you have anything to say?"

"No!" He Huan said unhappily.

Qin Mo laughed softly, "If not, I'll apply medicine for you."

Then, He Huan felt a pain like a muscle breaking!

She almost screamed: "Qin Mo, be gentle..."