Finally, when they ate together, it was already very late.

However, no one cared. Sitting quietly under the crystal light of the restaurant was the best time for them in these years.

She was probably older, and she didn't feel ashamed to sit on his lap to eat, just sat opposite.

But such quietness and beauty have already made people very satisfying.

She was so satisfied that she almost forgot that she was a director, and she was a very powerful one.

Now, she just wants to be Qin Mo's little girl.

After eating, Qin Mo tidied up, and took He Huan to the French window. He didn’t know when there was an extra piano. The black body was so shiny that He Huan could still tell the price. More than eight million.

Qin Mo sat down and looked at her sideways: "But come?"

He Huan slowly walked over, "Where shall I sit?"

After asking, Qin Mo caught her arm, and then she fell to his lap, her whole person in his arms.

The warmth at that moment made He Huan stunned for a while, and then she felt her face pressed against his arm, feeling his body temperature through a layer of shirt fabric, she moved instinctively, and went back. Damn it.

Above his head, Qin Mo's low laughter sounded. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her hair, and smiled: "I'm starting now, what do you think of playing "To Alice"?"

He Huan was embarrassed at first, especially leaning against him in this way, and especially able to feel his masculinity, her face became a little hot, she didn't say anything, just leaned on him.

Qin Mo's slender fingers flicked lightly. To He Huan's expectation, he flicked very well.

It's smooth and beautiful, just like clouds and flowing water in the same industry.

Moreover, when he plays, his expression is very charming.

There are fingers...and they look good too.

He Huan looked close to him. In the past, she only thought that Qin Chen's fingers were beautiful, because they were holding a scalpel.

At this moment, she realized that Qin Mo's fingers are also very beautiful, slender and powerful.

Looking at it is particularly pleasing to the eye, so He Huan looked a little distracted.

Qin Mo was still playing the piano, but he asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at? Your face seems to be red."

He Huan immediately covered his face, and then found out that he had been fooled.

Qin Mo laughed lowly, lowered his head and rested his chin on top of her head to get worried.

Very close.

He Huan's face became hotter again, and later, she simply was in his arms.

Later, he played a lot of tunes and asked her what she wanted to hear, and he—

Will! ! !

He Huan felt that he was simply a stranger, not a human being.

A quiet night, sweet and warm, is the best look of love, and also the best look of them all these years...

Later, he kissed her for a long time.

As long as he played tunes, it was as long as he had been kissing all his life...

The difference from them is the night house.

When Ye Mubai picked up Wen Yuan, his face didn't look good. No man liked his wife and other men on the hot search, and they were talked about as a good match together.

The face of the nightclub's heroic elders was so long, and his face was ugly, it was hard to see that Wen Yuan could not ignore it.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Yuan asked softly.

Ye Mubai held the steering wheel with his fingers, and glanced sideways at his wife: "It's nothing, there is something annoying at work."