Qin Mo lowered his head, while He Huan sat on his lap and looked up at him nervously and helplessly.

Of course he could see He Huan's anxiety and begging at this time.

Qin Mo gently touched her small face with his fingers, and sighed softly, "You really want to keep her by your side?"

He Huan said yes, then looked at him again.

Qin Mo sighed again: "He Huan, this is her mission and the responsibility she must bear."

He Huan bit her lip, her lip color almost became very pale, for a long time she said she knew.

"Angry?" Qin Mo whispered: "He Huan, I just want to tell you that Yihuan is not as fragile as you think. You didn't run abroad in your early twenties, alone."

He Huan lowered his eyes: "But I was very happy before I was a teenager, and I didn't have so many responsibilities."

"I was very happy before she was more than ten years old?" Qin Mo reached out and pulled her face, his voice lowered, "Is that right? He Huan, do you feel very happy?"

You must know that Qin Mo had him before he was more than ten years old, and most of them were with him.

He Huan pursed his lips and looked at him, "You're picking words with me again."

"No," he smiled, "because I care."

He Huan suddenly silenced, and then she remembered it, but Qin Mo pressed her to stop her.

"Don't you want to eat?" The smell of food floated in the air.

Qin Mo's chin touched her heart, and his voice was very gentle: "Don't move, I just want to hold you for a while."

She was swept into the warm arms, the huge pink diamond on her fingertips was dazzling, and she was holding the lucky money he gave...

He Huan almost indulged.

Yi Huan pushed the door in, and then covered his eyes with an ah, shy.

The little guy ran out again, and He Huan was too late to call her.

The back of the little plaid jacket looks like a boy.

He Huan sighed: "Who brought her to the hair?"

Qin Mo laughed and kissed her: "It's Qin Chen's queen stylist, TONY."

He Huan looked at him: "Don't you care about Qin Mo? I thought you like Qin Mu like this."

"She is Yi Huan, no matter what she looks like, it is Yi Huan. As long as she is happy, she can always adjust, right?"

He Huan lowered his eyes, "What about feelings? Can feelings be controlled?"

She came from that way. She knew that once she was infected with certain men, she couldn't escape. It was like her and Qin Mo, like Qin Mu and Zhou Chongguang, like Xueer and Ye Muyun... Wen Yuan, Xueli Bai, there are such examples all around.

Ye Xiangnan is Ye Mubai's son. None of the men in the Ye family are fuel-efficient lamps, from top to bottom.

He Huan is not so stupid, thinking that the farewell has passed, and when he grows up, he can return the goods if he doesn't like it... Sometimes, he can't help it.

She wanted to use herself in exchange for Yihuan, but Qin Mo obviously refused. He wanted He Huan, but Yihuan also had his own plans...

"What are you thinking?" Qin Mo whispered.

He Huan returned to his senses: "Nothing. Let's eat, I'm hungry."

Qin Mo looked at her carefully, and suddenly smiled: "It seems to be a little bit fatter, a little fleshy."

He slept with her every night. Naturally, he knew that although he had a cold in the past two days, he raised it well. He simply raised her as a daughter.

He Huan glanced at him, turning his head away, with a little affection.

Qin Mo smiled and couldn't help kissing her again: "Okay, go downstairs to eat."