Although it is a presidential suite, it only has one bed.

He Huan looked at the bed, then at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo decided for her: "Sleep together! We slept together a long time ago when we were young, and I don't think much about your little bean sprouts."

While talking, he carried her over, the little one trapped in his arms.

The two of them were covered with quilts, as if they were caged in a fairy tale...

And now, He Huan asked him to carry it, as if he had gone back in time.

She was unhappy. When she couldn't walk or was uncomfortable, Qin Mo always had to carry her until she was estranged from him.

Qin Mo's voice was a little hoarse: "He Huan, are you sure?"

He Huan snorted and patted him on the back.

Qin Mo froze for a while, then squatted down, "Come on!"

He Huan leaned over and hugged his neck, "Okay."

Qin Mo smiled: "It's as light as before, and it's the same as without weight. He Huan, can't you eat more?"

"I eat a lot," she bit her lip, looked at him, then buried her face in his neck, "so sleepy, I want to sleep."

He didn't allow her to sleep and asked her to accompany her to chat. He Huan yawned again, "I'm sleepy."

Qin Mo carried her on his back, thought for a while, gave up his car, it took about two hours to walk from here to where they lived, but he was willing to carry her like this.

His voice was hoarse: "Are you happy tonight? Nothing to tell me?"

"What are you talking about?" He Huan's little hands tightened, and the breath he exhaled was warm.

Qin Mo's voice was particularly dull in the dark: "About you and Rong Yue."

"Oh, it's the past." He Huan lay on his shoulders, "He told me a secret."

"Huh?" His voice became a little more dumb.

He Huan supported him a little bit behind his back, and then lightly bit on his neck: "I don't plan to tell you."

Qin Mo's voice became dangerous in vain: "Really?"

He Huan actually laughed, clasping his neck and saying yes.

He lazily patted her: "I will let you say when I go back."

Then, he changed his mind, took her back to the car, and drove home all the way...

After going back, He Huan didn't say all kinds of forced questions on the KING-sized bed. In the end, he woke up most of the wine and remembered how absurd it was just now.

When the matter was over, Qin Mo kissed her with a small forehead, his voice hoarse: "You shouldn't be allowed to go, I regret it."

The photo was deleted, but he still cares.

He Huan lay in his arms, with his head resting on his heart, one hand hanging from his neck, and his voice was a little distant: "Qin Mo, I remembered the past."

He looked down at her: "What's the matter?"

He Huan raised his head and smiled at him, ‘something long ago. ’

A touch of dream appeared on her face: "Do you remember the first time I was in my teens... did we stay in a GM hotel once?"

Qin Mo couldn't remember, he didn't say anything, just rubbed her hair gently: "I thought you didn't remember."

He Huan was silent for a long time, and then whispered: "If, if we grow up together, I will probably like you very much from the beginning, just like other girls."

He is so good and good-looking, but when He Huan grew up with him, he has long been accustomed to his various good qualities...