Chapter 4015 Remarriage 1

He Huan's heartbeat quickened, and she tilted her head to look at him.

He hugged her from behind, and his voice was much gentler: "The New Year is coming in a few days, don't you want to see Yi Huan?"

He Huan's voice trembled: "Is this a condition?"

Qin Mo didn't say anything, but the meaning was very clear, it was a condition.

He Huan lowered her head, and after a long time, she said yes in a low voice.

She only said one word, but this one word exhausted all her strength and her life's emotions.

When she turned her head again, there was a trace of moisture in her eyes. She looked at Qin Mo, the man she once loved very much.

Qin Mo's eyes were like ink, and he also stared at her.

Just a moment, he kissed her as if he couldn't bear it...

That night, He Huan didn't fall asleep. She lay on the bed with Qin Mo beside her.

He put one hand on her shoulder, consciously pressing her against his arm. If it were an ordinary couple, He Huan would think this would be a very loving sleeping position, but unfortunately they were not.

She turned her face to look at his, and in the dim light, she still looked particularly handsome.

He was nearly 40 years old, but the Qin family had always been blessed, probably because of Ye Liangqiu's good genes, but the best-looking one among them should be Qin Chen. If Qin Chen entered the entertainment industry, he would be a superstar of the century and an indelible existence in the film industry, but Qin Chen was only interested in scalpels.

Qin Mo was the most manly one among all the children. Ye Muyun was more like a nobleman, a little gentle, but very violent and introverted in his bones.

He Huan watched quietly for a long time, then stretched out a finger and gently touched Qin Mo's face. He didn't wake up, maybe he was tired.

They were all tired.

He Huan quietly left Qin Mo's arms, got out of bed, put on a coat and walked towards the bedroom window.

The snow outside was very deep, and the sky was still floating with heavy snow blowing towards her through the glass, melting on the warm glass.

He Huan stretched out her palm and pressed it against the glass. It was obviously very cold, but the snowflakes were very scared.

It was very much like her and Qin Mo.

She stood, her thin figure in the dim light, drawing a shallow reflection.

Very beautiful.

Qin Mo woke up, leaned against the head of the bed and looked at her quietly, looking at her beautiful and fragile appearance.

And she didn't belong to him like this.

He just looked and looked quietly... until a long time later, he got out of bed and hugged her from behind, and said in a husky voice, "It's good to sleep."

He Huan froze for a moment, and then softened her body after realizing that it was him and let him hold her back to sleep.

It was just that this night, she tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep all the time.

She couldn't sleep, and Qin Mo couldn't sleep well either. They were like consumption, consuming this night together, without anyone winning or losing.

The same pain.

Qin Mo had tasted enough of the pain of unrequited love, but he didn't want to let go even if it hurt.

Because he didn't sleep well at night, he naturally got up a little later in the day.

When He Huan opened her eyes, her eyes were sore and her head was a little painful.

It was already bright outside, so it should be late.

She lay quietly for a while, tilted her head, and watched Qin Mo tying his tie with his back to him.

His back was slender and powerful, just like his personality, and his speed at this time was very elegant and slow, very serious, as if he had a lifetime to do this thing well.