Qin Mo closed his eyes and smiled slightly, a mature and charming smile, which is unique to a man of this age.

He Huan was also tired, leaning on his shoulders, closing his eyes, "I will sleep for a while, too tired, Qin Mo."

She fell asleep soon, and Qin Mo was only a light sleeper. He looked down at her with gentle eyes.

The car drove steadily until it reached the place for review.

Before He Huan woke up, Qin Mo looked down at her for a while before he told the driver: "Wake her up when you get to the apartment and take her to the door."

Because He Huan was too confused, he was afraid she could not get in.

The driver nodded: "Okay, Mr. Qin, I'll come over and wait when I deliver it."

Qin Mo didn't say anything, he opened the door directly, and quickly closed it again without taking a second look, for fear that He Huan would catch a cold, and her health was not well these days.

The driver waited for him to get out of the car, then slowly started the car to leave.

After leaving, the driver looked at He Huan's sleeping face in the rearview mirror and turned the air conditioning in the car a little higher.

He Huan changed a position and continued to sleep.

About an hour later she woke up, opened her eyes and looked around, and the driver turned her head: "Here, Mr. Qin said that I will be relieved if I send it upstairs."

He Huan snorted: "I'm such a big person, and I'm not a kid anymore. Uncle Zhao, go ahead."

He put on his jacket, opened the door and got out of the car.

Old Zhao didn't leave, nor did he follow, there was a little evil in his heart.

He could be regarded as watching Qin Mo and He Huan grow up together. He was also happy to see the two little ones now, but he also found that He Huan’s key had been lost in the car. He sat and waited and took a sip comfortably. Hot tea.

Sure enough, He Huan ran down again, his face was a little red, "Uncle Zhao."

Old Zhao opened the car door: "What's the matter?"

He Huan got into the back seat of the car: "Where's my key, it might fall into the car."

After searching for a long time, she was a little anxious. Qin Mo can't bother now, is she going to sleep elsewhere?

He Huan thinks about it and grabs his hair. ]

At this time, a bunch of keys appeared in front of her and shook: "Is that this?"

He Huan bit his lower lip: "Yes."

Surprised and delighted.

But after a while, I knew that I was being teased. He yelled twice and ran away, and then turned around again: "Uncle Zhao, you are too bad, as bad as Qin Mo."

Old Zhao smiled, looked at He Yun's back and then sighed softly.

It's not easy to wait until this day finally. The two little ones have been arguing for many years before they finally reconcile.

It looks really good.

After a light sigh, Old Zhao laughed softly again.

Yeah, that's great.

On the other side, He Huan returned to the apartment, and when he opened the door, he felt so sleepy and tired, his body felt like he was overdrawn, and he couldn't tell.

She didn't do anything, just wanted to lie down, which she really did.

Lying on their big bed, she felt that she could sleep for three days and three nights...

When he woke up, night had fallen. He Huan woke up and looked at the neon outside the window. He couldn't recover for a while. She couldn't tell where it was and when it was. She didn't even know what she and Qin Mo were like. After ten seconds, she sorted out...

When I was awake, thinking of the afternoon separation, I laughed.