Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

"Why?" Qin Mo smiled faintly, reached out and pressed her little head, and pressed her back, then his voice was a little low, "Isn't it dangerous to come out like this? It's already the night."

He Huan bit his lip: "It's okay, there is monitoring, I know you are back."

The door closed, and she frowned at him: "There is a smell of cigarettes and alcohol on her body."

"Do you want to smell the perfume?" Qin Mo's voice was amused, and he pressed her into his arms. "Puppy, do you smell it?"

He Huan felt that he was going to be suffocated, and cried out in his arms, "Qin Mo, you are too bad."

Qin Mo was very happy, "I can't tell you anymore, eh?"

He Huan came out of his arms and bit his lips pitifully: "I should be happy if you drink and smoke?"

As she said, she tugged his sleeve and said in a low voice: "Look at how hard you are these days, and now you smoke and drink, you think I won't worry anymore, don't you?"

"You care about me." Qin Mo smiled, his eyebrows stretched out.

He Huan was angry and stared at him: "Qin Mo, you are too bad."

He doesn't know how many times he has said this question, but he has been able to find opportunities, he is too bad.

Qin Mo smiled, "Okay, help me prepare a bowl of noodles. Give me whatever flavors you usually like."

He Huan muttered: ‘Don’t you mean your instant noodles are unhealthy? ’

"Kissing is still unhygienic. Someone will do it." Qin Mo smiled lightly, and then patted her: "Go, I'm really hungry."

He Huan uttered a loud voice and left without a word.

When she was below, Qin Mo took off his coat, walked to the French window, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

He seldom smokes at home, especially when He Huan is there, but today he feels very upset...

He doesn't care about Ai Jia, but if he hit Ai Jia cruelly, he doesn't know if Qin Lu will blame him...

Qin Mo leaned on the back of the sofa and looked outside quietly. He didn't smoke much. He didn't lower his head until the smoke burned out. He Huan came over and bit his lip: "You smoke again. "

"I feel a little upset, take one." Qin Mo's voice was hoarse.

He Huan bit his lip and didn't say the last sentence. He just put the noodles on the dining room table, "I'll add a piece of ham when I'm done."

Qin Mo smiled very lightly, then followed her over and sat down.

The instant noodles in front of him were incredibly fragrant by He Huan, anyway, it was a little different from usual.

Qin Mo sniffed deeply, "Very fragrant."

"Of course, I have done it many times." He Huan sat beside him and handed him the chopsticks. "Eat, taste."

Qin Mo smiled and rubbed her hair before eating, "Really good."

"I'm not a kitten or puppy." He Huan hummed and dialed his hand: "You don't do this."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Qin Mo smiled slightly, "In fact, kittens and puppies are also good, so there will be no trouble."

He Huan sat next to him, supporting her chin with one hand, and looking at him quietly. For a while, she whispered: "Qin Mo, are you on your mind? I always feel that something is wrong with you when you come back today, and everything is resolved. Isn't it?"

His eyes became a little deeper, and after a while he smiled: "Yes, it's all solved."