Chapter 4170 The One I Love Is Always You, Qin Mo 3

There was also a little more tenderness in He Huan's eyes. Qin Mo finally took a step forward and smiled faintly: "Mrs. Qin, I said you were arrogant. How many cups did you drink?"

She would not be like this normally, would not look at him with such eyes, and did not hide it. His little princess He Huan was very proud and never took the initiative.

He Huan tilted her head and smiled softly, "Only two cups."

He finally came forward, holding her hand and lowering her voice a few degrees: "But I think you are drunk."

He Huan didn't say anything, still looking at him, then her little hand climbed on his shoulder, and her little chin was also on his shoulder, her voice was very soft, very soft, "Qin Mo, I want to go home."

His heart was also boiling, and after a long time, he hummed, "Okay."

He picked her up and walked straight out, until He Huan woke up in the car and looked at Qin Mo: "Where is Shen Ting?"

They sat together in the back seat, Lao Zhao was driving the car, Qin Mo held her in his arms and his voice was slightly hoarse, "He is only 13 years old, he went back to sleep a long time ago, not as crazy as you."

He Huan said, then fell into his arms, and didn't say anything.

Qin Mo could actually feel that she was worried, and he endured for a while before lowering his head: "What are you thinking about?"

He Huan shook his head: "Nothing."

Qin Mo smiled and didn't say too much, after all, Lao Zhao was in the car and he didn't want people to laugh at him.

Just like that, the car slowly drove back to the apartment where they used to live, and He Huan came back to his senses: "Why are we here?"

Qin Mo carried her out of the car, explaining: "It's too late, going back will wake up Shen Ting."

He Huan was a little shocked, what was the reason?

But it was late at night and she had drunk a little, so she was powerless to resist.

She just fell into his arms, listening to his heartbeat, and then there was the feeling of the elevator going straight up. ,

The heartbeat was a little faster, she couldn't tell whether it was his or hers.

When the emotions were at their fullest, the elevator dinged, and he carried her home.

The heating in the apartment had been turned on for a long time, so it didn't feel cold, and this was probably arranged by Qin Mo early.

He Huan drank a little too much, but she was still thinking that he was actually a very careful and gentle man, and it depended on how she asked for or gave back.

After returning, he was not in a hurry to let her go to bed, let alone take a bath. Instead, they sat in the living room together to watch a movie. He played a romantic movie and brought a bottle of red wine with great interest, pouring two glasses each.

He Huan was also rarely so happy, because her nerves had been tense for a long time. She looked at him with her face sideways, "You still want to celebrate? I thought you would ask me to take a bath and go to bed so late, or I would have to change this dress."

Qin Mo stretched out his arms and legs and looked at her sideways, "It looks good, no need to change, and it's not cold at home, right?"

After saying that, he swept her into his arms. His arms were very warm, and it was indeed not cold.

He Huan did not speak anymore, just leaned gently in his arms, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and whispered: 'A glass to the past. '

He smiled, "Accompany me."

He said these three words easily. In fact, only he knew how unhappy and lonely he had been in these years. On such nights, he always hoped that someone would accompany him.

He Huan took a sip of wine and just stared at him.