Qin Mo left, and He Huan stood alone for a long time again.

The heating in this house is sufficient, but her heart is still cold, from the bottom of her heart to the bottom of her feet.

At this moment, she didn't want to face Qin Mo, nor could she face Yi Huan, she felt that she had failed.

As Yi Huan's mother.

She can't even protect her children.

He Huan closed her eyes, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable. She held the doorknob with her hand for a long time to stabilize her emotions, and then she walked slowly to the sofa.

She sat, and later felt that she needed to do something, so she went to the wine cabinet to draw a bottle of red wine.

She deliberately got herself drunk and drank half a bottle of red wine.

The night is still night.

The snow is still falling.

Tonight is no different from before.

He Huan held the crystal goblet and felt lonely for the first time.

She can't keep herself, and she can't keep Yihuan, she can't keep anything...

She drank too much and wept too.

For the first time, she was full of confusion in life and didn't know how she should go on.

Later, after some time, Chunmo opened the door and came in.

On the face, there is still a vague anger, but if you don't notice it carefully, you won't find it.

Qin Mo was also a little surprised. His eyes fell on the red wine bottle on the coffee table, as if he had already drunk half of the bottle, while He Huan half leaned on the sofa, already slightly drunk.

The palm-sized face leaned on the sofa, red lips slightly opened, porcelain-white skin, and long, dense eyelashes hanging like two small fans.

Qin Mo actually knew that He Huan used this kind of beauty when he was a child. He grew up too wild and tanned.

And now, it has changed back to what it was before.

He just wants her to be happy no matter what she looks like.

He Huan was half drunk and half awake, staring at him with a gap open, his voice also seemed to be in a dream, "Qin Mo, can we have another child?"

He was originally with a hint of anger, but at this moment his heart softened a little, and he sat down next to her with a slightly low voice, "For the sake of joy?"

He Huan leaned her head against his legs, very soft, she said yes.

Then she looked up and wanted to kiss him, Qin Mo bowed his head and kissed her.

He didn't say good or bad, but he didn't reject her...

At dawn, He Huan woke up and found that he was sleeping on the sofa in the study. The sofa was let go. She was covered with a quilt. Besides, the pajamas were...Qin Mo's shirt.

Thinking of last night, she immediately sat up, and then saw in the trash can beside...

She grabbed her hair and curled up in silence, but was silent.

Qin Mo came in from the master bedroom, his expression indifferent with a touch of joy, men are like this, and they are often in a good mood afterwards.

He Huan heard the footsteps and looked up at him.

He probably didn't go to work, so he wore homely gray slacks with a black turtleneck sweater on it, which looked comfortable and nice.

Qin Mo came over, bent over and kissed her, his voice was also a little low: "What are you thinking?"

He Huan's gaze fell into the trash can beside him. He knew clearly, and replied astringently, "Chen Chen said, you better not get pregnant."

He Huan lowered his eyes and whispered for a long time: "But I want to try."

Qin Mo's hand caught her shoulders, and his voice became heavy for a few degrees: "Are you going to give birth to a boy?"

He Huan did not speak.

But he stared at her, and sneered for a long time: "He Huan, don't even think about it!"