Chapter 4342 Mrs. Qin, You Have No Backbone 7

He Huan was about to sit up when a voice rang out beside her: "Your blood sugar is too low, and you still have to go out for a run. What's more, He Huan is carrying Qin Xuan. He Huan, you are not a three-year-old child anymore."

The voice was really harsh, which reminded He Huan of the old Qin Mo, the 20-year-old Qin Mo, who was always meddling in everything. It was really annoying.

She still supported herself and sat up, slightly tilted her head, and looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo also looked at her.

He sat on the sofa beside the bed, his face was a little heavy, and his voice was even colder: "Congratulations, Qin Xuan was successfully infected, and he is now isolated, on his birthday, the day before his surgery."

He Huan was stunned, and then murmured: "I was wearing a mask."

"If masks are omnipotent, there would be no need for so many doctors." Qin Mo said very impolitely.

He Huan bit her lip and said nothing.

Qin Mo didn't seem to want to say more to her, but simply told her that Qin Xuan would not return to the villa after the surgery. In addition, she needed to be hospitalized for observation, and she could be discharged tomorrow morning if there was no problem.

His attitude was a little cold and angry. It was not heartless, but it was definitely not the attitude he would take towards his wife.

He Huan was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyes, and her voice was slightly low, "Qin Mo, I want to see Qin Xuan."

"He is isolated. You can only see him through the glass." Qin Mo's voice was really a little annoyed.

He Huan looked at him, "Today is Qin Xuan's birthday, I just want to make him happy."

Qin Mo stared at her for a while, not knowing whether he understood her explanation, or didn't want to listen at all, but was still very cold, "Auntie Lan will bring food over in a while, you should rest early after eating."

After Qin Mo finished speaking, he seemed to be going out directly.

He Huan suddenly called him: "Qin Mo."

Qin Mo paused and tilted his head: "Anything else?"

He Huan actually didn't know what she wanted to say. After a long time, she murmured and asked: "Will we get divorced?"

Under the light, Qin Mo's eyes were like ink, and after a long time, he whispered, "What about you?"

Another sentence, a meaningless sentence.

He Huan, like him, did not answer him. A moment before Qin Mo walked out, he heard her mutter: "Maybe I am really focused on work." Therefore, I am not suitable to be his wife.

For so many years, they always quarreled, but now there is nothing to quarrel about. They still haven't reconciled and are still proud of each other.

Qin Mo turned his head.

He Huan looked at him, and there was a trace of confusion in her eyes, like a look of disillusionment.

Qin Mo was indeed very annoyed, but at this time he felt even more sad. He always walked towards her, whether it was a hundred steps, a thousand steps, or ten thousand steps, he never hesitated.

And she questioned him after listening to the boring topics of several reporters.

He thought he was very obvious in the villa yesterday, and he was waiting for her.

But it was obvious that He Huan pushed him out again...

Qin Mo knew that he was a little hypocritical at this time, but he didn't plan to reconcile with her now, nor did he want to coax her, and didn't want to reunite with her. If they reconciled and reunited, there would be no restraint, and maybe she would fly away again, just like before.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and suddenly closed the door.

He Huan bit his lip, took a pillow and smashed it against the door, just as Qin Chen came over.