Qin Mo still helped her to buckle the buttons one by one, and finally took a closer look, and then said hoarsely: "I will be back soon, believe me, eh?"

When he was talking, his black eyes stared at her deeply, and He Huan felt that he had fallen into an abyss and wanted to escape but couldn't escape.

She knew that she should not be soft-hearted, nor could she be soft-hearted, she could not promise him.

But when she looked at him, she felt a little softened suddenly. This came from treating him, not him and Ai Jia. He Huan knew this very well.

He Huan suddenly said, "I'll go with you."

Under the light, Qin Mo's expression was astonished, "You too?"

"Didn't you say that the relationship with her is normal? Why can't I go? Speaking of which I am also her future second wife." He Huan smiled slightly.

At this time, her mentality had undergone a qualitative change. She thought that if she gave up Qin Mo, it would have been given to Ai Jia, so why would she give her for nothing.

Obviously it is a white lotus. Why do you think Qin Mo is Qin Lu? Why is Qin Lu alive? Lie!

How can a woman who fumbles in the entertainment circle think so much?

He Huan did not believe this.

It's just that, she didn't want to talk to Qin Mo, because in the straight man's heart, she couldn't understand this kind of white lotus.

Qin Mo took another deep look at her, then said in a low voice, "Okay, get in the car."

He Huan followed him into the car, Qin Mo put his hand on the steering wheel and paused before stepping on the accelerator.

The car drove very fast, and it took less than half an hour to reach the hotel where Ai Jia was staying.

Qin Mo took He Huan to the top floor and knocked on the door...

After about ten seconds, Ai Jia came over to open the door. Although He Huan was prepared to wear a yukata, which smelled delicious, no amount of psychological development could resist the temptation in front of him.

Ai Jia's body only has a silk nightdress that is as thin as a cicada wing. He Huan dare to bet that there is nothing in it. Ai Jia's hair is loose, and the makeup on her face is a little off, but it looks more charming. Ten thousand kinds.

Not only He Huan, but Qin Mo was also surprised.

Because it's not very decent.

Ai Jia looked at them, leaned her head on the door, smiled slightly in a daze, "He's still here."

Qin Mo looked at her with something wrong, so he wanted to say something to He Huan, but on one side he saw two tubes of nosebleeds from He Huan's nose...

He Huan looked at Qin Mo helplessly, "I don't want it either. I can't help but physiologically...react."

There was a bit of coquetry in her tone. This is an emotion that He Huan rarely reveals. In fact, Qin Mo is still very excited, but when it is not the time to be excited, he immediately said to Ai Jia, "Get some tissues."

Ai Jia was surprised and glanced at He Huan.

He Huan also smiled embarrassedly at her: "Excuse me, Qin Mo is coming."

Ai Jia took the tissue and handed it to He Huan, but Qin Mo took it and wiped off the blood for He Huan. He put his arm around her and sat down on the sofa. After working for a long time, he finally stopped the bleeding.

He still blamed her: "I'm such a big person, and I still have a nosebleed and breathless."

He Huan looked at him: "Normal reaction."

"You're not a man." He knocked on the top of her head, with a fierce tone, but a kind of pampering.

He Huan just smiled: ‘Look at Ai Jia, she won’t take any medicine, I see something wrong with her. ’