Chapter 3970: Miscarriage, Do You Regret It? 7

Qin Mo stared at her, frowning, but didn't say anything.

Silence, between them.

After a long time, he whispered: "Whether to continue or not is not up to you alone."

He Huan didn't even have the energy to get angry, and after eating, he climbed onto the bed and continued to stay.

Qin Mo frowned: "I'll go out with you."

He Huan turned her face to the side, and her voice was a little low; "I don't want to go out."

She didn't want to, and he didn't force her, just accompanied her like this...

After several days, He Huan was still discharged from the hospital. Qin Mo took her luggage for her, and she couldn't refuse.

Getting in the car, He Huan wanted to go back to her apartment, but Qin Mo took her directly to his apartment.

She refused to get out of the car and sat in it, "I want to go back to my apartment."

Qin Mo looked at her, "Isn't this your home?"

She lowered her eyes, "It's not been for a long time."

Qin Mo's eyes were gloomy, and he reached out to hold her hand to open the car door and get out of the car. He Huan refused and struggled and pulled. Finally, she cried out in pain and still pulled the wound.

Qin Mo's eyes sank even more, and finally he picked her up and walked towards the elevator.

He Huan was afraid of falling, so she hugged his neck, but lowered her head and didn't say anything.

Qin Mo's voice was hoarse, "I will let you go in a month."

He Huan raised her eyes and looked at him.

She was a little unbelievable.

Qin Mo smiled bitterly, "Don't believe it?"

He Huan didn't say anything else, just lowered his eyes.

Qin Mo carried her back to the apartment. A lot of furniture inside was changed, and it was the style that He Huan liked. It can be seen that he also put a lot of thought into it. There was no aunt at home, just the two of them.

So after Qin Mo put her down, He Huan felt a little restrained.

"Are you tired? Why don't you go lie down on the bed?" Qin Mo squatted in front of her, took off her coat and asked gently.

He Huan leaned on the back of the sofa, "I want to sit here for a while."

He looked at her for a moment, went to the bedroom to get a blanket, covered her, and brought her a magazine, "Look at this, I'll heat you a cup of milk."

As he was about to go to the kitchen, He Huan called him, "Qin Mo."

He paused, and He Huan's voice was very light: "It's useless, we're over."

Qin Mo's body stiffened for a moment, and without saying anything, he went directly to the kitchen to heat up the milk and bring it over.

He took care of her personally, cooked for her at noon, and even carried her to the bedroom to let her sleep.

He waited until she fell asleep before he went to the study to handle business...

He Huan didn't know how busy he was. Anyway, in the apartment, apart from taking care of her, he was in the study, and sometimes he would smoke on the terrace. If he saw her coming out, he would immediately put out the cigarette butt.

He Huan wanted to pour a glass of water. She had an empty cup in her hand. She was wearing a set of home clothes, which looked fluffy and cute in the middle of the night. He hadn't seen her so soft for a long time.

"Let me do it." He spoke hoarsely, took the cup from her hand and walked towards the kitchen.

He Huan stood in the same place and waited. She turned and looked out the window.

Qin Mo's apartment was located on the top floor. It was several hundred square meters and very large. It was also very empty for two people to live in.

It was almost the New Year. Although the apartment had floor heating and was very warm, looking outside, I always felt that the night sky was cold.

He Huan looked at it quietly, feeling a little cold, and couldn't help hugging herself with both hands.