Chapter 4313 I Don’t Want You to Think, I Want Me to Think7

As soon as she moved, Qin Mo reached out and took her hand, his voice slightly lowered: "He Huan."

He Huan sniffed: "Let's talk tomorrow, I want to sleep now.

According to a man's character, today's matter should be resolved today, but He Huan is not a man, and he cannot force her.

Qin Mo let her go and rubbed her hair instead, with a gentle voice: "Go to bed, I'll take a bath."

He Huan yelled, his voice was like a kitten.

Qin Mo knew that he was making things difficult for her today, so he smiled tenderly at her, and then wanted to hug her.

He didn't say it.

But He Huan didn't know why, so he came over and hugged him.

Qin Mo's body froze, feeling the small and cute creature in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "What's wrong?"

He Huan threw herself into his arms, a small one. After a while, she raised her head and said in a soft and cute voice: "

Qin Mo, you feel sad too, right? "

Qin Mo didn't say anything, and He Huan didn't ask any more questions. He just kissed him through the sweater and said, "I'm going to bed."

Qin Mo watched her climb onto the bed. She lay down and pulled up the quilt.

He stood alone in silence for a while and then went to the bathroom. He did not take a shower immediately. Instead, he leaned on the sink and smoked for a while. When the cigarette box was empty, he crushed the cigarette box and threw it into the trash. The exhaust was turned on again to remove the smell, and then I took a quick shower.

When Qin Mo returned to the bedroom, He Huan seemed to be asleep, with only a strand of black hair exposed.

He smiled, walked over and lifted up the quilt and lay next to her.

Knowing that she wasn't sleeping, he tugged on her hair: "Aren't you afraid of getting bored?"

"You don't need to worry about it." He Huan's voice was muffled, and then he turned his back and ignored him.

Qin Mo smiled unconsciously, lay down and looked at the ceiling. After a while, he couldn't help but pull her over: "Are you still angry?"

He Huan refused to get close to him, lowered his head and snorted: "Shouldn't I be angry?"

"It should be." Qin Mo murmured, "It's my fault."

He Huan was a little aggrieved. She didn't remember anything. He said that they were husband and wife and that they loved each other very much.

Rong Yue also had a wife, and she didn't know what to do. After she got together with Qin Mo, she realized that he had a lot of things going on.

He Huan's little face was pressed against the pillow, his fingers gently touched the pillowcase, and his voice was very soft: "With you like this, I really don't know how I could have a good relationship with you before and still be in love, Qin Mo Did you lie to me? I have a lot of dark history, am I not that stupid?"

Qin Mo laughed softly, "But you are just an idiot."

"You're an idiot." She said unconvinced.

Qin Mo still smiled, "Yes, I am a fool too."

After he finished speaking, He Huan looked at him, then lay on the pillow: "Go to bed."

Qin Mo raised his hand to dim the lights and lay down together.

He Huan was physically weaker after all. Even though she was full of thoughts, she fell asleep quickly, especially in his warm arms.

Qin Mo didn't fall asleep until late at night. He originally wanted to go to the study to smoke a few cigarettes, but He Huan kept holding him. He was afraid of waking her up, so he lay quietly until late at night.

When he woke up, his cell phone rang. He hugged He Huan with one hand and reached to the bedside with the other to get the cell phone.

The call was from none other than Ai Jia.