Chapter 4182 Sweet Pampering 1

Ye Xiangnan put Yihuan down and looked at her deeply.

Yihuan's little mouth moved, wanting to say something.

"Silly." Ye Xiangnan reached out and touched her hair, then whispered: "If you want to wear a little skirt, wear it."

Yihuan probably felt his emotions and shook her head, still looking pitiful.

Ye Xiangnan smiled again, with a bitter and helpless smile -

Uncle Qin really gave him a difficult problem. In fact, he could really ignore it, or even give up, but now he couldn't give up.

There was even a trace of pain in Ye Xiangnan's eyes. Qin Mo and He Huan could understand it, and even Shen Ting could understand it. Shen Ting saw that Ye Xiangnan liked Yihuan.

It was not as simple as childhood sweethearts, but a man's mood for a woman.

It was the same as him, Shen Ting.

Shen Ting's eyes fell on Ye Xiangnan's face, and after a while Ye Xiangnan also looked at him.

The two boys looked at each other, neither of them gave in, sparks flew.

However, Ye Xiangnan still left, got into a black RV and slowly disappeared into the night.

Qin Mo handed Yihuan to Shen Ting: "Take care of her, I have something to discuss with your aunt."

Shen Ting nodded and carried Yihuan upstairs.

Little Yihuan lay on his shoulder, facing the direction where Ye Xiangnan disappeared outside.

Qin Mo smiled: "I didn't expect our daughter to have the potential to be a scumbag. Look at the two boys who are obsessed with her."

He Huan didn't dare to compliment his remarks, and glanced at him: "If that's the case, it must be your bad genes."

As he spoke, he also went upstairs, yawning and looking very sleepy.

Qin Mo followed her, and he didn't reach out to grab her until they got to the bedroom, and pushed her behind the door.

He Huan was held down by him. She struggled for a while but couldn't break free. She stared at him: "Qin Mo."

Qin Mo easily restrained her, and said with a smile: "You just said that you inherited my bad genes, Mrs. Qin, what bad genes do I have? Scum?"

He Huan knew that he was playing tricks, and she bit her lip and refused to speak.

Because what he said next was not good.

Qin Mo looked at her little appearance and laughed softly: "You seem to have learned something."

He Huan still ignored him.

Qin Mo smiled softly, "Why don't you speak, or are you guilty?"

He Huan didn't speak.

Qin Mo freed one hand to pinch her little chin, and smiled softly: "Then let me tell you, let's see if it's right, our little Mrs. Qin is a scum, like this and that, right?"

He Huan bit her lip: "I didn't."

"No? You didn't like Rong Yue, huh?" Mr. Qin asked soul-torturingly.

He Huan bit her lip and couldn't speak for a long time.

Because this is the fact.

She was silent, and Qin Mo laughed softly, "Why don't you say anything? Didn't you say you're not a scumbag?"

He Huan stared at him and patted his hand, "I want to sleep."

"You just avoid problems." Qin Mo smiled gently, knowing that she was really tired.

He felt that he was now a Buddhist. He was only 40 years old, in his prime, and his wife was at home. What made him so Buddhist? What kind of glory was it?

But he always spoiled her. When she said she was tired and wanted to sleep, he personally helped her take a bath and go to bed.

Before going to bed, He Huan's head rested on his shoulder, and Qin Mo lowered his head and asked her gently, "How does it feel to be a princess, Mrs. Qin?"