Chapter 4242 I Am an Old Man, Huh? 8

Qin Mo laughed and pulled her quilt, "Don't get bored."

He Huan glared at him and didn't speak for a long time.

Qin Mo smiled, "Okay, there's nothing shameful about this. I'm seven years older than you, right? It's my duty to take care of a baby younger than me."

He was obviously 40 years old and was obviously saying very ordinary things, but He Huan just felt that she was being carefully cared for.

She raised her little face and looked at Qin Mo, and then whispered, "If I really become a few years old, will you still want me?"

"What do you think?" Qin Mo smiled, and then reached out and gently stroked her forehead, "You've been thinking about random things all day long. Take a break when you have time."

He Huan hummed and closed his eyes obediently.

Qin Mo looked at her and kept watching. After half an hour, he took her temperature and it was lowered a little. He finally felt relieved. After watching for a while, he felt a little sleepy, so he simply leaned against the head of the bed to take care of her.

The night was long and short.

Qin Mo took her temperature several times, and later she used physical methods to reduce the low fever. Fortunately, her temperature finally dropped at dawn.

When the first ray of sunlight came in in the morning, He Huan opened her eyes and found that she was sleeping in Qin Mo's arms. He was leaning against the head of the bed with his clothes on, and she was leaning sideways in his arms.

He smelled good and felt very peaceful.

He Huan couldn't help smelling it for a while, then raised her head to talk to him, but at this moment Qin Mo also looked down at her, and she bumped into his chin all of a sudden.

Qin Mo snorted muffledly, stretched out his hand to press against her hair, and said helplessly: "Early in the morning."

He Huan hummed twice: "I want to get up."

"Sleep with me for a while." He held her as if he was holding a rag doll, and stretched out his hand to press her little head: "I stayed up all night last night, I'm so tired."

There was also complaint in his tone.

He Huan was in his arms, and asked him softly: "You didn't sleep all night?"

At this time, all men would pretend. The more pitiful they pretended, the more sympathy they would get from women. Qin Mo also knew this trick.

He rubbed his eyebrows, his voice full of fatigue: "What do you think?"

After that, he lowered his head and looked at her quietly.

He Huan was so sleepy that he saw that his eyes were bloodshot, obviously because he had been working hard.

So he whispered: "Actually, you can sleep for a while."

"How can you sleep?" He laughed and hugged her again, "Okay, sleep with me for a while, get up at ten o'clock."

Now that Yi Huan was not at home, he could still sleep in as he was working from home for the time being. As for getting up at ten o'clock, it was because He Huan had to go to bed too, and he had a meeting at eleven o'clock.

He insisted like this, so He Huan had to accompany him.

She thought she couldn't sleep, but being held by him and sleeping with the quilt, smelling the reassuring scent on him, He Huan soon fell into a deep sleep.

Sleep, fragrant.

Qin Mo didn't fall asleep immediately, but watched her silently for a while before closing his eyes.

At about 9:50, he woke up automatically, but the little guy who had been clamoring to get up was sleeping like a pig, sweet and sweet.

Qin Mo watched silently for a while, smiled, and sat up before remembering to get up, but his head was dizzy for a while...