She wanted to make trouble a little, and asked questions from the side. Later Qin Mo thought she was annoying and wanted to rush her back to the living room. He Huan was willing to make trouble again, and then hugged him from behind: "Qin Mo , Watching TV alone is so boring."

"Mrs. Qin, I'm cooking." He patted her hand helplessly, ‘Go play by yourself! And you are as grown-up, and still like this, will it be embarrassing? ’

He Huan was still playing a rogue. Feed him fruit: ‘are you hungry too? ’

Qin Mo put the thing in his hand, then turned his head, looking at her very clearly, there is a flame in his eyes, ‘He Huan, do you know that you are sending out some kind of information now? ’

He Huan asked bluntly: "What information?"

She finally felt the danger and wanted to escape, but Qin Mo would let her run away, his voice was particularly hoarse, "You remind me of spring, thinking of a certain animal."

"What spring animal's?" He Huan bit his lip and stammered.

Qin Mo smiled lowly, "Go and see the animal world."

Her face was flushed, he was too bad.

He Huan ran away, because of embarrassment, his face was burning.

Qin Mo stood there, smiled, and shook his head to continue cooking.

It is really difficult to raise a wife. She was not around abroad before, and he was always lonely alone, and she came back as if she was a child. He had some headaches, but it was more sweet.

Although a handful is old, it is still very sweet.

However, for a while, he remembered what he had heard in He Huan's family that day, and what He Huan had said...

The knife is still a meal.

He didn't care at all, and his mentality was not that strong.

At this time, he knew that he was just an ordinary man, a man who was tortured by feelings.

What he desires, what he wants, is in his hands, but he is still not sure if she really belongs to him.

He also suffers from gains and losses, and it is obviously painful, but he is still reluctant to let go.

I would rather be in pain, want her to be by his side, always by his side,

Qin Mo paused, a daze appeared on Ying Ting's face, and it took a while before he continued cooking. He Huan continued to watch TV, but she would watch him from time to time.

His back looks good, slender and strong, suitable for oriental women to snuggle.

At this moment, He Huan wondered if it was right, so he really passed.

When she hugged him from behind, Qin Mo's body stiffened visibly, and for a while he whispered: "Why are you making trouble again, hungry?"

He Huan still hugged it rascally, with a voice like a little sheep: "I just want to hug it."

Qin Mo's heart was sour and sweet. It was not easy for him to get this moment. He had waited for many years.

But he said nonchalantly, ‘so adult. ’

"You said I belonged to Mrs. Xiao Qin, and you said I was very young." She said childishly.

And she was a little confident.

Qin Mo smiled and looked down at her slender hand, which was interlaced around his waist.

It's not bad to hug him like this. Although it hinders him from doing things, she can hold him if she wants.

Of course, He Huan was still hungry later. After feeling that his speed was slow, she made a face behind him: "I'm going to watch TV."

Qin Mo caught her back and placed him in front of him: "I want to run away after making trouble?"