He Huan screamed and looked around.

Qin Mo looked at her back in silence for a while before going to the kitchen.

He Huan looked everywhere, it was very big, and it was decorated with girlish hearts everywhere.

Except for Qin Mo's study room, maintaining a high-level appearance, this is probably Qin Mo's last stubbornness.

He Huan didn't go in, and only looked at the door for a while, and then she opened a children's room, a suite, which was all pink, and she even saw a pink bathtub in the bathroom.

Emma, ​​blame it for being cute.

He Huan wanted to go in and soak for a while.

Qin Mo brought a glass of juice in, and he saw He Huan looking at the bathtub, and he smiled: "Our room is also pink, and it's bigger and more comfortable. You can go for a dip."

He Huan turned his head and looked at him, with some incredible eyes.

He was willing to use the pink bathtub!

Qin Mo was flashed by her starry eyes, and a smile appeared in her eyes: "I will take a shower, and there will be no pictures you imagined."

He Huan said, and then asked: ‘You really can’t? ’

"No." Qin Mo's face was a little dark, and put the juice in her hand: "Go soak and rest for a while."

He raised his hand and looked at the watch in his hand, "It will be dinner in about two hours."

"Just eat whatever you want." He Huan is not at all ignorant, and whispered: "You are so busy, will it be a waste of two hours to cook?"

Qin Mo lowered his eyes, "Isn't that the way I live at home? Do you want me to return home or look like an elite?"

There was a pause: "If you wish, I can also cooperate."

He Huan bit his lip and immediately refused: "I don't like it."

He smiled and helped her take off her coat: "You don't need to wear the temperature at home. Go and soak it, don't soak for long."

He confessed like an old father, He Huan glanced at him strangely, and then went to the bath by himself.

In the master bedroom, there is always a hint of masculinity, not as young as outside, probably because Qin Mo himself has to sleep, so he can't bear being so feminine, mainly white and beige, very comfortable.

He Huan first lay on the four-poster white bed, lying on his stomach, squinting and feeling particularly comfortable.

It was so comfortable that she wanted to sleep, and she really fell asleep...

I don't know how long Qin Mo came over and found that she was actually asleep.

He couldn't help but smile, and sat down beside her. He looked at her as she fell asleep. The 33-year-old woman had been his wife for so many years. He stretched out a hand and gently stroked her hair, then smiled softly: child."

Unspeakably soft, he bowed his head and kissed her, after thinking about it, he still didn't ask her to get up for dinner.

Her health is not good, and she was probably exhausted after playing for a long time today.

Qin Mo stayed with her for a while, and then went to the study to deal with official affairs. Recently, he could only work with her at home or in the hospital.

She is so small now, and he really doesn't worry about it.

Just thinking about it makes her stupid.

In the master bedroom, it was warm, and when He Huan woke up, he was covered with quilts.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up all of a sudden, looking at the blanket on her body, she was a bit wrong and a little clear.