She thought, if it wasn't taken for granted, she would always like him.

As Rong Yue said, he was a little overbearing, she looked for a gentler Rong Yue.

She thought that she liked it, but it wasn't.

If so, she would not fall in love with Qin Mo after marriage.

And these, He Huan didn't want to tell Qin Mo that this kind of mood was a journey for her, and she liked it for Rong Yue, even if she was ignorant, she also liked it.

So, no matter how he tortured him in bed just now, she didn't let go, and that was the reason.

Qin Mo smiled slightly, looked down at her, and then kissed her.

He was a little indulgent, and she was going to film tomorrow, so no matter how dissatisfied he was, he coaxed her to sleep first.

He Huan was confused, and suddenly hooked Qin Mo's neck, leaning on him: "You told me a story that night."

Qin Mo laughed: "Do you remember this?"

Then the voice became muffled, ‘what do you want to hear? ’

"Cinderella." She pressed to him contentedly, her eyes closed, her small face was softer than ever.

Qin Mo couldn't help squeezing her face: "I haven't seen a Cinderella like you."

"There is no such a fierce prince as you," she said fiercely, and then twisted his waist: "You speak up."

Qin Mo smiled helplessly, and then began to tell her a story hard, He Huan was already sleepy, and fell asleep in less than a minute...

Her sleeping face was a little soft and cute, and Qin Mo looked at it for a long time before putting her down and pulling away by himself.

He went outside and made a call. The person who answered the call was not someone else, but Rong Yue.

"Are you interested in having a drink together?" Qin Mo said.

The more Rong over there thought about it, and said quietly, "Okay."

Qin Mo changed into a set of outing clothes and covered He Huan with a quilt before leaving.

The night was as cold as water, and it was already one o'clock in the morning, and he and Rong Yue had an appointment in a clean bar.

The two outstanding men arrived almost at the same time. Qin Mo wore black clothes, while Rong Yue looked clean in the black trousers and white shirt he used to wear.

Qin Mo chose a hidden position, sat down with Rong Yue, and only ordered two glasses of red wine.

"Mr Qin asked me to come, he wouldn't be talking about the script, right?" Rong Yue smiled and spoke first.

In fact, Qin Mo didn't know what he asked Rong Yue to do, asking about the photos?

No, no!

The photo was only captured by someone with a heart, and it seemed a bit ambiguous, which was too easy for Qin Mo to understand.

He held the cup and smiled softly: "Of course not, but I heard that you are going back to city B tomorrow, and you will probably not see it for a month or two."

"President Qin misses me?" Rong Yue said suddenly.

Qin Mo was dumbfounded and shook his head: "Are you also selling rot?"

Rong Yue laughed. Afterwards, Qin Mo didn't ask anything. Rong Yue didn't say anything. He just drank a glass of wine and sat for a while and then separated. Rong Yue went back to the hotel, while Qin Mo went back to his residence.

After getting in the car, Qin Mo suddenly said: "I received a photo at night, it was you and He Huan."

The more Rong smiled, there was no explanation.

Indeed, there is nothing to explain.

Qin Mo's eyes locked on him, after a few glances, he drove away.

When he returned to his residence, he didn't go to bed right away, so he went to the study and made a few calls...