Chapter 3987: Don’t You Know What I Want? 1

Qin Mo looked at her.

Her little face was bitter, and she looked up at him with a pitiful look.

Qin Mo's voice was hoarse, "Swallow it."

She shook her head, still refusing the bitter medicine.

But at this time, Qin Mo pressed her shoulders with both hands and moved towards her.

He Huan opened her eyes wide, knowing what he was going to do, and immediately covered her lips, grunted and fed the medicine, the whole process was a bit cowardly.

Qin Mo looked at her and slowly released his hand.

After he withdrew his hand, He Huan coughed twice, and when she saw him again, she wanted to talk, but Qin Mo stopped her with a faint expression: "Sleep, talk about anything tomorrow."

She wanted to say something, but Qin Mo had already pressed her shoulders again, half-forcing her to lie down.

He Huan just moved, and he said indifferently: "If you want to talk, then we have nothing to talk about."

So He Huan understood, either sleep now or get out, he expressed it vividly.

She had no choice but to close her eyes and sleep. In fact, she was still a little scared. She was afraid that Qin Mo would sleep with her, but she closed her eyes for a long time without any movement. She was stunned when she opened her eyes.

Qin Mo stood at the head of the bed, his dark eyes locked on hers, saying nothing, just looking at her.

For some reason, He Huan closed her eyes immediately, and she didn't dare to look at him any more.

They had been husband and wife for many years, but his eyes at this time still made her feel a little scared.

Just after closing her eyes, Qin Mo's voice was low and hoarse: "We'll talk about it tomorrow if there is anything."

As he said, he bent down to cover her with the quilt, and looked at her deeply before he wanted to leave.

His arm was caught by He Huan's hand.

He turned his head.

He Huan half-hugged him with one hand, opened his eyes, and looked at him with some pleading: "Qin Mo, count it as you."

His expression was clear and noble, and he stared at her silently. After a long time, he whispered: "Sleep first, and talk tomorrow."

He still gently pulled her hand away, and then walked out in her sight.

He Huan was stunned for a long time. She bit her lip, and there was a trace of pain in her eyes.

In fact, she knew in her heart that Qin Mo would not give in easily. She didn't know what he wanted to do...

She was very sleepy, tired and uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and fell asleep later.

Qin Mo walked out, his eyes fell quietly on the dining table, and of course he was not in the mood to continue eating.

He walked to the French window, stood there, and lowered his head to light a cigarette.

He smoked slowly and stood until late at night. His attitude was always cold.

In fact, it was cold at the top, and who could understand his loneliness.

When the ash between his fingers burned out, he tried again but didn't find it, and then he let out a deep breath.

Qin Mo turned and walked into the bedroom.

He Huan was still asleep.

He looked at her quietly for a long time, and then took the bathrobe to the bathroom.

When he came out, he was refreshed and looked at He Huan silently again.

In the end, probably because he was angry, he didn't sleep with her, but slept somewhere else.

When He Huan woke up in the morning, Qin Mo had already gotten up and was tying his tie. He watched her sit up. He quickly tied his tie, walked over and stroked her face: "You had a low fever last night."

Later, he stayed with her all night.

He Huan looked at Qin Mo, his throat a little sore and a little hoarse: 'Where are you going? '

"A meeting." He looked at her quietly: "Get up and have breakfast with me, and we can talk about our things when I come back."