He Huan gently stroked his fingers, "I heard that the little black dress is for revenge."

He nodded: "You can put it on and torture me to your heart's content."

"I thought you would use the word ROULING." He Huan laughed and looked at him sideways.

Qin Mo smiled slightly: "As long as you like it."

He Huan's fingers were still touching the box, and after a while he whispered, "Are you here for work or on holiday."

Qin Mo walked over and reached out and hugged her waist. She was very thin, and he hugged her easily.

The voice is still low and dumb, "I want to accompany you."

He Huan probably said this very well, so He Huan didn't say anything.

Later Qin Mo helped her hug the skirt, and she was beautifully dressed.

He embraced her for a dance, and then pushed her to death on the soft bed...

When everything was over, it was almost 12 o'clock.

He Huan lay in Qin Mo's arms and gently stroked his heart with one hand: "Too indulgent! Your illness is healed."

He smiled lowly and let out a sigh of contentment: "Maybe we must have lunch together."

He Huan moved: "I want to take a bath."

Qin Mo held her in one hand, slightly lifted his body, and then pressed a button on the head of the bed, almost immediately there was a very professional and calm voice: "Mr Qin."

"Prepare lunch." Qin Mo said briefly, and then put down the button.

He Huan frowned: "What kind of high-level butler service is this?"

Qin Mo smiled, and then said quietly: "I forgot to tell you that this building is the office of KING Entertainment in City C."

He Huan stared at him for a long time before asking, "The whole building is?"

He hummed.

Then He Huan was about to explode.

Why didn't he say it earlier?

And now they rolled the sheets above KING Entertainment, He Huan raised his head, then kicked Qin Mo and let out a sigh of relief: ‘You’re so disgusting. ’

Qin Mo laughed lowly, watching her walk towards the bathroom, with only a small bath towel around her body.

His voice is low, deep, and very sweet.

After a while, he himself got up, squeezed a shower with her, and kissed He Huan hard against the wall for a long time, until her feet were soft, and until her eyes were drunk, he let her go. ...

When He Huan fully recovered, Qin Mo had already walked out because someone had rang the doorbell.

The service staff who looked like senior butlers pushed the dining car over, completely afraid to look at them, Mr. Qin only wearing a bathrobe. Mr. Qin's hair was wet, his neck had obvious hickeys, and some scratches and bites.

In broad daylight, it was really intense.

Qin Mo closed the door and pushed in the cart, and arranged it in the dining room, especially a crystal vase was placed on the table, with two roses inserted in it, one white and one black.

He Huan came out and sat down, quietly looked at the vase for a while, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

"It's for you." Qin Mo smiled, "It's the work of a certain master in the 18th century. It seems to be more than one million... U.S. dollars!"

"Tacky." He Huan said, looking at the vase.

It's almost ten million things, but it's too bad.

She also said: "It seems that Chenchen's ruin is traceable."

Qin Mo smiled, "I hope you will be a little prodigal, so you can rely on me a little."

In fact, He Huan knew what he meant, she just pretended not to know, and for a moment she said in a low voice: "I will earn it myself."