The aunt quickly said, "Oh, that's it. My wife's natal mother came over, said something for a while, and took Yihuan out. My wife was not very happy later."

Qin Mo's eyes darkened, and he paused and asked, "He Huan, does she have a fever again today?"

The aunt laughed: "Mr. took care of him for a day and took care of him so well. Today, he is all well, and his spirit is very good."

Qin Mo said nothing, got up and went to the master bedroom.

He Huan did not sleep and leaned on the sofa to read the script.

Because it was evening, she turned on a reading light. The twilight outside was all four, and the room was dyed dreamily by the yellow light, and Qin Mo's heart softened.

Looking at her, wearing thick home clothes, because she was sick only yesterday, she always feels fragile.

It's not like usual, the appearance of a fierce milk.

Qin Mo went over and stretched out his hand to pull away the script in her hand, "I'm busy watching this when I get better."

This script was the fuse for their divorce, so he always got a headache every time he saw it.

He Huan snatched it from him and glanced at him: "It's going to start next week. I'm not familiar with the director's script. How do you let me shoot?"

Qin Mo sat down and stared at her for a while, "You've watched it many times a long time ago, I thought you should be running backwards."

"Qin Mo, can you speak without being stabbed like this?" She couldn't bear it.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and tugged her hair: "Take care of you as you did yesterday. Did you turn your face and deny you today?"

He Huan turned away angrily and slapped his hand away: "Not only will I turn my face, I will slap people in the face."

These words made Qin Mo lose his temper.

When I remembered asking her to eat, I suddenly remembered something: "What did Mom say to you today? Auntie said you were unhappy all day."

He Huan leaned on the sofa: "You should be called Auntie."

Qin Mo thoughtfully: "But you call me mother or mom, right?"

"I did it to care about Yihuan..." He Huan was speechless.

He pulled her hair: "Me too. It won't be good if you wear it in the future. After all, getting used to this kind of thing is terrible, what do you think?"

He Huan didn't care much about him, and stood up: "I want to eat."

He stretched out her hand and she sat down again, still sitting next to him.

He Huan was a little annoyed: "Qin Mo, what else do you want?"

"What did your mother say to you?" He stared into her eyes, and suddenly reached out and touched her eyes: "Have you ever cried?"

He Huan turned his head, his voice was astringent: "Don't worry about it."

Qin Mo pinched her chin and forced her to look at him with a gentle force.

He asked softly: "She asked you to go on a blind date, right?"

He Huan's pupils dilated slightly, and his voice became dumb after a while: "It's none of your business."

Qin Mo still stared at her, knowing that he was right, her mother asked her to go on a blind date.

He let go of her, with a difficult tone: "Aren't you more tolerant? Why go on a blind date?"

He Huan fell on the sofa. She hugged herself. After a long time, she asked gently: "Qin Mo, is it because of Rong Yue between us? No, it's because of you."

She smiled softly: "Because when we got married you found out that I wanted to marry it was not you, so you always suspected me. I bought Rong Yue's script and you think something is wrong. I happened to have a cup of coffee when I ran into him and you felt something was wrong. …You have always been divorced because you can't stand it, and Rong Yue has nothing to do with anyone."