Qin Mo looked at her again and let her go.

He Huan went to the study, turned on the computer, and received emails.

After opening it, the information is displayed page by page. It is all the information and some photos of Ai Jia's treatment in the United States, and of course Qin Mo's. It is very rare to find out after so long.

The pages were swiped down page by page, and finally displayed a photo of Qin Mo and Ai Jia.

Nuan ambiguity that is not warm.

Qin Mo stood, Ai Jia's head lightly leaned on Qin Mo's shoulder, Qin Mo looked down at Ai Jia.

There was a bit of tenderness in his eyes.

It's not love, but tenderness, or pity.

This is the first time He Huan has seen in his eyes gentleness towards other opposite sexes. Although he did not embrace Ai Jia, his gesture did not mean to push away...

He Huan's heart throbbed slightly. She had to admit that looking at these cares for her was fluctuating and very uncomfortable, but she seemed to be unable to pick out anything.

At that time, Qin Lu passed away and Ai Jia had a miscarriage.

She turned to the end and saw the result.

Ai Jia was indeed pregnant and had a miscarriage...

He Huan closed his eyes before he was ready to destroy the mail, pressing one arm on the computer screen.

He Huan raised his eyes suddenly and looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand to stop her trying to unplug the power source, and then came over, "What are you looking at secretly, AV?"

He Huan's face flushed red, "I didn't."

Then, Qin Mo sat where she was sitting while talking, and He Huan was hugged on his lap with one hand.

He Huan bit his lip and wanted to turn off the computer, but he caught his hand.

When Qin Mo saw the screen on the computer, he was taken aback and looked down at her: ‘Are you investigating Ai Jia? ’

He Huan put her little face aside.

Qin Mo flipped through it, and when he saw the photo, he looked at He Huan again.

He Huan pretended not to see his expression, but in fact she knew he did.

Qin Mo scanned from beginning to end, and then said very lowly: "Do you want to investigate Ai Jia, or investigate whether there is any ambiguity between me and her?"

He Huan lowered his eyes, "I accidentally received this email."

"Careful?" Qin Mo smiled and deleted the email, then he held her with one hand and held her delicate chin with the other, without speaking, just looking at it like this.

His gaze made He Huan's whole body hairy. She stared at him and said slowly, "Aren't you going to give me medicine?"

For the first time, she proactively stretched out her thin white arm and asked him to apply medicine.

In the past, she was unwilling, afraid of pain.

Qin Mo smiled, smiling faintly, but He Huan's scalp tightened, and he heard his voice slowly: "Today is the medicine, it may take another place."

He Huan knew that capital crimes were forgiven, but living crimes were inevitable.

She closed her eyes: "What do you want?"

He didn't respond immediately, his fingers moved gently on her face, and after a while, he smiled, "Get down."

He Huan thought he had heard it wrong, his eyes widened: "Qin Mo, you can't!"

She couldn't say the following words in shame.

Compared to her anger, he seemed very indifferent: "Of course I can!"

As he said, she put her arm around her waist, and when she turned over, she lay on his knees, her posture was as if she was going to beat her small P stock...

He Huan screamed, "Qin Mo, let me go, I'm hurt!"

"I will put medicine on you for a while, plus two bowls of red beans..." He said, grinding his white teeth.