Qin Mo opened the door, it was dark inside, and the house brightened when the light was on.

He tilted his head and wanted to talk to her, but at a glance he saw the water in her eyes. Qin Mo was taken aback, his voice hoarse to the extreme: "You cry?"

He Huan shook his head, "No."

She lowered her eyes and asked him lightly, "Where is the medicine cabinet?"

He didn't let her go, holding her small chin in one hand, and his voice was lower and deeper: "It was so bad when I smashed my car, now I see blood or did I kiss you and make you scared? "

"I didn't." He Huan wanted to turn his face away, but he wouldn't let him. He clasped her chin and looked at her carefully. "I didn't say no. The eyes are all red, like a little rabbit."

He Huan had a guilty conscience because of his arm injury, but now her anger came up again. She stared at him, almost gritted her teeth and asked him: "I smashed your car, Qin Mo but Don’t play ambiguity with me either. Marriage is your divorce. You are so naive now. If you think divorce is wrong, okay, I have no opinion on our remarriage. I don’t care if we remarry."

Qin Mo's face was a bit ugly, he stared at her eyes, his voice was a little low, "It doesn't matter?"

"Okay, even if it is so-called. We remarry, Qin Mo, are you willing?" He Huan stared at him.

This time, Qin Mo did not speak.

He Huan smiled understandingly; "You don't know if it is, and you didn't think about it, right? You may just feel a little uncomfortable in your heart, Qin Mo, let it go, it's the man who said let it go."

Her voice was a little choked: "I went to the medicine cabinet."

Although she felt that his wound was a bit big, it should be done by a professional doctor, but if he develops a fever later, he should be able to deal with it.

Qin Mo looked at her back and slowly sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette with one hand to light it.

His eyes were still locked on her body.

He Huan found the medicine box, took it and put it on the coffee table, watched him smoking, reached out to take his cigarette butt, but his hand caught her again, and his voice was low: "Isn't it divorced? I smoked again. What does it have to do with you?"

He Huanman was speechless, "Then you can smoke to death."

She didn't want to care about him, put her hand down, and then sat next to him to bandage him.

Qin Mo turned his head and stared at her: "Aren't you afraid that I will touch you again?"

"Unless you want to bleed to death." He Huan glared at him.

Qin Mo's eyes were stained dark, "You can touch you without arms."

He Huan glared at him, "Take off your shirt."

Qin Mo was still very cooperative, took off his shirt, and then stared at her: "What else is there to take off?"

He Huan ignored him and began to clean up his wound. She used a clip to clamp cotton and then rubbed iodine around the wound. The wound was irritated and painful. Qin Mo smoked a cigarette and didn't call it pain. He just took a pair of deep eyes. Staring at He Huan.

"I asked for it." He Huan didn't sympathize with him. Continue to wipe his wounds.

After the wound was cleaned, the wound medicine was applied again, and finally he was bandaged with gauze and bandages. There were a lot of large and small injuries on his arm. After He Huan wrapped it up, he said again: "I will go to the hospital to get medicine tomorrow. Well, this wound is quite big and it may become inflamed."

"No." Qin Mo got up lazily, and put on a shirt with only one glove on, "I've got some good medicine, Miss He, you can leave."