After Qin Mo asked, He Huan looked at him and asked softly, "What are you doubting?"

Qin Mo's gaze was quiet: "He Huan, what you have now is the memory of 18 years old, so you can let Ai Mengmeng go and I don’t need to pursue it, but when you come to Rong Yue, should you think about my feelings? ?"

He Huan still stared at him, "I have nothing to do with him!"

Qin Mo nodded: "It's nothing, but He Huan, you are my wife, I hope..."

He said to her very seriously: "Before seeing Rong Yue, at least tell me, especially about running into his house."

After He Huan digested it for a while, he said in a low voice, "Are you discussing with me or ordering."

Qin Mo quickly said, "I think there is no difference between the two in this matter."

He thought she would be angry, but He Huan was silent for a while and said, "I know."

At this time, the elevator came and Qin Mo pulled her in.

He Huan still looked downcast.

"What's the matter? Are you angry?" Qin Mo smiled and stretched out her hand to pull her hair.

He Huan shook his head and lowered his head again: "I am not what you think."

Qin Mo's heart moved, and his voice became softer, "What do I think?"

He asked gently, He Huan felt that he was particularly wronged, biting his lips and making a small voice: "I don't like Rong Yue anymore."

Qin Mo snorted, his voice stretched a little longer, which also had a meaningful meaning.

He Huan was a little annoyed: "He is married, I won't like him anymore."

"I know, He Xiaohuan is also arrogant." He said.

He Huan stared at him, always feeling that this was very different in his mouth.

As for the difference, she couldn't tell.

He Huan didn't think about it until he went to bed. No, he didn't mean that she was his wife. Why could he still speak in a petting voice when talking about other men.

But now she only felt strange.

Qin Mo did not go on, nor did he drive after getting out of the elevator. There was a thin sheet of snow on the ground outside.

He looked at He Huan: "A few hundred meters ahead, there is a mutton restaurant. Go over and eat some supper."

In fact, they didn't eat dinner either, and they were really tired and hungry now.

He Huan looked at the fine snow in the night sky and nodded: "Okay!"

Qin Mo turned sideways, put on her coat and hat, and then walked into the dark night together.

There was some ice on Xixue's face, and his hands were a little cold. He Huan quietly put her little hand in his pocket to warm him, Qin Mo just looked at her sideways, and then put his hand in his pocket.

He Huan mumbled comfortably: His hands are so warm.

Walking side by side in the dark night, snowflakes melted quietly on their shoulders.

He Huan felt that he enjoyed the beauty of this kind of joy. He was so happy that he would jump up.

But she immediately thought that she shouldn't be happy today, after all, Rong Yue ran away with his wife, she had let go.

So He Huan looked serious again, and Qin Mo wanted to laugh when he saw it.

But he just reached out and rubbed her hair and smiled: "It's so cute."

"I'm not cute!" She looked at him with a look of disgust.

He Huan has not forgotten that he is actually a 33-year-old woman. He described her as cute and bad intentions.

Qin Mo smiled: "Otherwise, sexuality, beauty or dignity, are these more suitable for you?"