Chapter 4012 I Want You, Willingly 8

He Huan quietly looked at the snow outside. Qin Mo seemed to have gone to breakfast. After a while, the smell of food floated in the air.

A warm house, snow outside the window, and a handsome man. All of this can be said to be a lifelong dream for ordinary women, but He Huan would not think so--

She was afraid.

She was very afraid of Qin Mo.

She didn't know what he wanted to do next...

She held the fruit tea and seemed to be able to calm down by smelling the fragrance.

He didn't hug her last night. She didn't know if it was because he was not satisfied with her. She had lost a lot of weight after the miscarriage. Her body was almost broken and her face was as pale as a ghost.

A man like this probably has no thoughts about her, right?

If that's the case, why does he have to keep her by his side?

He Huan couldn't figure it out. She thought, maybe this is the man's possessiveness. Since she was his wife, he would not allow others to touch her, even a little bit.

Or maybe he kept her at home, she didn't need to work, didn't need to socialize, and he would keep a few women outside who satisfied him in the future.

Did Qin Mo think so?

He Huan was stunned.

Qin Mo came over, his warm breath enveloped her, his hand around her shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her hair, his voice was even lower, "What are you thinking about?"

He Huan bit her lip and unconsciously asked him what he was thinking.

Qin Mo's expression changed a little, he looked at her quietly, and after a long time he turned her face and kissed her...

After the kiss, he reached out and picked her up and walked towards the master bedroom. (Omitted 10,000 words)

When she woke up again, it was already noon.

He Huan opened her eyes, and Qin Mo was gone.

She closed her eyes and thought about the sudden thing this morning. Of course, she was not reminiscing, but wondering why he...

Just thinking about it, Qin Mo walked in, bent down and kissed her: "Get up and have lunch."

She is too thin now, and she feels like a feather when hugged.

But compared with the past, each has its own taste. Of course, he will not say such words to her now, it is always much more unfamiliar, and he is still angry.

It was impossible for He Huan to pretend to sleep. She sat up and looked at Qin Mo in a daze again.

"I'll wait for you outside. Wash your face." He said in a low voice, kissed her cheek, and then walked out straight.

He Huan looked at his back quietly, and it took a long time before she went to wash her face.

What surprised her was that she was obviously exhausted, but now she was in better spirits than before.

The food he cooked was still delicious. She ate a little too much, and even her pale face showed a trace of blood.

After eating, Qin Mo carried her to the sofa, watching TV and watching the snow.

He Huan saw that he took a notebook and looked like he was going to deal with business, and couldn't help but say: "Don't you have to go to the company?"

"I'll accompany you these days, at least until the snow stops." He had already turned on the screen and whispered, "Also, I originally wanted to take a helicopter back to the villa, but the snow was too heavy... Let's stay here for a few days."

The main thing is... there is no one else here, only the two of them.

Qin Mo thought quietly that they might be able to cultivate some feelings again.

He Huan said "oh" and then stopped talking.

She didn't want to watch TV, so she turned it off. In the quiet space, there was only the sound of Qin Mo typing on the keyboard.

It was subtle and sharp, like the feeling of invisible tension tearing apart cotton cloth.