He Huan thought it was his casual meal, but when he went downstairs, he realized that he invited a Michelin chef to do it. The lunch was exquisite and the atmosphere for two people was just right.

Qin Mo opened the chair for He Huan and sat down by himself after she sat down.

In the exquisitely decorated hall, Bi Village music is played, which is very relaxing...Qin Mo didn't talk about personal affairs or company affairs, but just mentioned some interesting things about his studying abroad.

When he deliberately exudes masculine charm, it will be really attractive...

He Huan was a little tight at first, but he relaxed after a while.

After a meal, I felt a lot more emotionally happy, even the cold seemed to be much better, and Qin Mo was also pleasing to the eye, except that he let her take medicine later.

He Huan looked at the medicine in his hand and refused to take it, "I'm over from a cold."

At this moment, she was sitting in the sun room on the second floor, comfortably resting on the sofa in the sun. She was very comfortable but he even let her take medicine.

He Huan refused to eat, and buried his face in the back of the sofa while talking.

Qin Mo looked at her, "Take medicine for at least two days for colds. He Huan, you are not in good health..."

"I can hear the calluses in these words." He Huan couldn't bear to cover his ears and pretended to be dead.

Qin Mo was angry and funny, stretched out his hand and pulled her ears: "Why are you so rascal?"

"I just don't want to take medicine, it's very bitter." He Huan still pretended to be dead, and looked at him again: "Qin Mo, you took it for me."

She just finished speaking, as if remembering something and not saying anything.

Qin Mo's expression became dangerous in vain, but he quickly changed a very gentle tone and expression: "I don't have a cold, what medicine do I take?"

As he said, he stretched out his hand to catch her thin arm: "He Huan, I know you remember it, don't pretend to be dead."

He Huan was terrified of him, biting his lip: "I just take medicine."

At this time, she was just like the high school girl back then, and he couldn't help it.

Qin Mo pulled her over and placed her in his arms carefully, then lowered his head and murmured against her: "Don't run around in the future, it's great now."

He still couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently touched her cheek, everything was soft, like when she was in her twenties, Qin Mo suddenly felt that she was old, and He Huan was still that high school girl.

He had to admit that he liked her look better.

He Huan bit his lip: "Qin Mo."

He continued, "I'll give you medicine, OK?"

He Huan wanted to refuse, one was afraid of him, and the other was afraid of medicine, both of which were things she was extremely afraid of.

However, now that these two things are in front of her, she has expectations besides being afraid.

Qin Mo's eyes were stained with ink, and his voice was chuckle: "I heard that love is a chemical reaction, what do you think? ’

'I do not know. She protested weakly, moving back uncomfortably, but she had nowhere to escape, and in the end he was gently held in his arms to feed the medicine... carefully and carefully.

He Huan thought to himself later, it seems that the medicine is not so bitter...

Later in the afternoon, Qin Mo taught her French, Italian, and about seven or eight languages, each of which would teach her various kissing methods.

One afternoon, He Huan was inextricably underwhelmed by words and deeds, and she did not know whether she took the medicine or Qin Mo took the medicine, but no one cared anymore, only knew...

Winter seems to be over, and spring is coming.