She let out a long sigh: "We are never separated by Rong Yue, but Ai Jia."

After He Huan finished speaking, she probably didn't want to talk too much with him. She got up and walked to the French window, quietly looking at City C.

This is a second-tier city, not as prosperous as City B, but has its own special charm.

Qin Mo walked behind her and hugged her.

He didn't speak, just hugged and drew the warmth from her.

He Huan's eyes dropped; "Qin Mo, you can't be so selfish."

"Do you think about me that way?" His voice rustled, "He Huan, I have liked you for so many years, after waiting for so long, I am reluctant to come back and run around, I arrange to live here, I will give you a romantic surprise... …All this is selfish? Is there nothing else?"

He Huan stretched out his hand and broke away, and said in a low voice, "Don't tell me this."

She knew it in her heart, and she couldn't deny it.

She wanted to leave, but Qin Mo held her back as soon as he stretched out his hand, and then began to kiss her on the neck.

He Huan looked down: "I'm a little tired."

"Is it tired or not interested?" Qin Mo took a bite, his voice hoarse.

He Huan did not answer his question, "I want to look at the script. There will be an important scene tomorrow."

Qin Mo pressed his finger on her shoulder, and after a while he smiled slightly.

He said good, and then took her to the living room attached to the master bedroom: "Your things are here, and the clothes are in the dressing room. I will go to the study room."

He Huan half leaned on the sofa to read the script, communicating with Kang Qiao and Rong Yue about some detailed questions.

After the talk, Rong Yue suddenly said, "I'm going back to City B tomorrow, for the early flight."

He Huan was stunned, only to say something when he saw Qin Mo by the door, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

She throbbed in her heart and coughed slightly, "Oh, that's a safe journey."

Rong Yue let out a hum, then hung up the phone gently.

He Huan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, with an unspeakable feeling.

Before she married Qin Mo, she liked Rong the better for years, and the more Rong always occupied a place in her heart.

But she won't let this place become bigger, because she promised Qin Mo.

He Huan is the kind of person who can clearly distinguish between one and two, and Rong Yue has never suggested anything to her. At best, they can only be old friends...

Hanging up the phone, He Huan felt a little sad.

Rong Yue was almost all of her youth.

Qin Mo looked at her eyes carefully and smiled lightly: "Looking at you, it looks like you are crying. What's the matter?"

He knew that it was Rong Yue's call, so he said so, was it on purpose?

He Huan stared at him, "I didn't."

Qin Mo's hand was in front of him, and he smiled faintly: "Let me guess, is it because Rong Yue is leaving the crew?

He Huan stared at him, "Don't come here!"

"You guessed it." He walked by, bent over, looked at her carefully and said softly: ‘Do you want me to comfort you? ’

She stared at him, silent for a long time.

Just when they were in a stalemate, He Huan's cell phone rang again, and she looked at it.

The pressure in Qin Mo's eyes was obviously smaller, but he was sitting next to her.

He Huan answered the phone and wanted to lean to the other side, but Qin Mo quickly reached out a hand and fished her into his arms, then took a bite behind her ear: "Answer the phone."