He Huan was a little drunk, lying on his shoulders, stretched out a finger and gently stroked his beautiful chin, her eyes were a little drunk, "Qin Mo, you are actually very good-looking."

He hummed and bowed his head: "Go home?"

He Huan held him, her face buried in his arms: "Qin Mo, have you eaten yet?"

His eyes were a little deep, "Not yet, but I'm full of breath."

He Huan looked straight at him, a little confused about what he meant. Later, she probably remembered something and made a fuss to accompany him to eat.

Qin Mo frowned: "Go home and eat again."

With that, he bent over and hugged her, and walked straight out.

He Huan was lying in his arms, still making a fuss, his red lips were slightly opened, and his breath was sprayed on his heart.

A thin layer of cloth is a little numb.

Qin Mo lowered his head and looked at her, "I really shouldn't let you come out and drink like this."

He Huan was rogue in his arms, always trying to find a place to fill his stomach, Qin Mo's heart was warm, and there was an unspeakable taste.

When he put her in the car, he didn't get in the car immediately, but stood outside the car and whispered in a low voice: "My illness is not a trivial thing for you, is it?"

He Huan had him in his heart, but her emotions were too deep, she never wanted to say, her little mouth was too hard.

At this time, she was drunk, so she could speak psychologically and worry about him.

Qin Mo stared at her.

He Huan leaned back in the chair, bit his lip and looked at him, but said again: "When are you going to eat?"

Qin Mo looked at her and finally smiled: "Go now."

He got in the car and took her to a health-preserving porridge restaurant. He Huan's wine hadn't woken up yet. He fed her half a bowl, and he quickly settled one portion. She seemed to be a little awake when she went out, but for a while He hugged his arm again, "Qin Mo, can you carry me on your back?"

"Huanhuan?" Under the street lamp, Qin Mo's eyes were gentle, and there was also a bit of surprise in his eyes that was startled by the past.

They grew up together when she was young, and he often carried her back when she was young. Later, when she grew up, she had her first monthly affair, and later refused to let him carry it.

Before, she always called Qin Mo Qin Mo...

Until that day, he waited for her at the school gate.

They are from a noble middle school, he is in high school, and He Huan is in the middle school.

The setting sun was going down, but she still didn't come out.

Qin Mo went to the campus to look for her. At this time, the huge campus was empty, and there were not many people.

Finally, he saw him under a plane tree in the playground.

He Huan sat under the tree, wearing a white school uniform and his iconic short hair.

She was very thin, she was small at the time, only 155, but very beautiful.

And he, already 182 at that time, could easily lift her up.

Qin Mo walked over slowly and sat beside her: "Little thing, what's wrong?"

He Huan seemed to be taken aback, turning his head to look at him, his nose a little red.

She bit her lip: ‘Why are you here? ’

Qin Mo ran his fingers through her short hair and smiled: ‘I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, why, I was rejected for writing a love letter? ’

He Huan's face was a little red, and he turned his head: ‘It’s not. ’

‘What is that again? Qin Mo's voice was gentle, his eyes fixed on her.

He Huan didn't say a word, didn't get up, just sat there.

Qin Mo thought of getting up and pulling her up, but only after moving a little, He Huan exclaimed, "Don't move."