That scene is simply crisp.

The lady at the front desk felt like a heartbreak, God, it was Mrs. Qin!

That was Director He, who was filming in City C. He heard that Mr. Qin accompanies his wife to film in the mansion, and now he comes to stay in the hotel.

sense! situation! true! it is good!

I don’t know who suggested me: "Let’s take a photo and send it to Moments!"

Then several front desks took hot and spicy photos, not only posted on Moments, but also posted on Weibo, and boldly stayed with a few well-known entertainment celebrities.

So, in less than an hour-#秦总和何欢GM Hotel carnival, this hot search was airborne and exposed directly.

The heated discussions among netizens are also very...not correct.

But Qin Mo and He Huan didn't know that Qin Mo was half persecuting He Huan, dragged her into the suite and kissed the door.

He Huan was so angry that he slapped his backhand.

The slap probably also aroused Qin Mo's animalism. He gently pinched her chin and looked down at her: "How long will it be?"

He Huan's breath was chaotic, staring at him.

Qin Mo bullied him again and kissed her fiercely, ignoring her opposition.

In the end he succeeded, a bit rough, but he did not completely ignore her feelings——

He was very happy, but He Huan was tortured miserably.

After the matter, she shrank on the head of the bed, lying on her side quietly without speaking, with a tear in the corner of her eye.

Qin Mo hugged her from behind, his voice hoarse: "Why are you crying? Did it make you uncomfortable just now?"

She ignored him and curled up even harder.

But Qin Mo couldn't stand her being like this the most, and kissed her on the neck, "Shall we do it again?"

She trembled, "I don't want it anymore."

Qin Mo put down his hand again, and leaned on the bedside to drag He Huan into his arms.

She was lying in his arms like a little beast, with a thin quilt covering her thin snow shoulders. She was probably exhausted. Qin Mo didn't force her to speak, but just reached out to help her rub her, and later met her. Wherever he had endured him, his small body trembled, and he smiled softly: "What's wrong?"

He Huan pulled his hand aside, his hand was flat on his heart and his cheek was pressed.

He knew that she should have something to say, so he waited quietly.

After a long time, He Huan said: "Qin Mo, did you go to the United States last month... met Ai Jia?"

Qin Mo's hand stopped, and it took a long time before he sighed, "I found a doctor for her, whom Chen Chen introduced."

He bowed his head: "Unhappy?"

He Huan didn't answer, just propped up and went to the bathroom to wash herself, but Qin Mo followed in a while, hugged her from behind, said nothing, just kissed her...

She knew what he wanted, he wanted it, and she gave it too.

It's just this way, somewhat absent-minded, and somewhat depressing.

When she slept, she was carrying him, even if he held her, she felt her resistance.

"I just found a doctor for her, nothing else... and no hug from an old friend." Late at night, Qin Mo murmured behind her ear.

He Huan was silent and said nothing.

He said a lot, but she did not respond. She said softly until late at night: "There are some things that don’t require you to go personally. I don’t know if she wants to see you when you go to the United States, or if you want to see her. Qin Mo, I will not check you again, but I also need a sense of security and enough trust."

Qin Mo let out a long sigh. He Huan interrupted what he wanted to say: "Sex can't change anything! Qin Mo, if you don't have a close relationship with Ai Jia, it doesn't mean I won't feel uncomfortable."