When she finished speaking, she got up: "I sleep in a small room."

Qin Mo wanted to catch her, and he also caught her, but the moment He Huan turned around, he was stunned.

she cried.

He Huan was also stubborn. She seldom cried. Even when she was young, she suffered a serious injury. She never cried and tried to hold it back, but now she is crying.

Her voice was so hoarse that she said very low and lowly, "Qin Mo, you may think I am very bullied. Yes, you are a man, you are the superior Qin. You and Qin Lu are brothers, but Ai Jia is not your wife. !"

She took another deep breath: "Moreover, how to choose is my own business."

After she had finished speaking some absolutely, Qin Mo looked at her blankly and said, "He Huan, what do you mean!"

"Break up, okay?" After she said that, she threw away his hand and walked to the other room.

Qin Mo was stunned, the door was already closed.

He walked over and knocked at the door with a hoarse voice: "He Huan, open the door."

There was no movement inside, and He Huan didn't seem willing to open it.

Qin Mo leaned against the door, "He Huan, you are reasonable."

There was still no movement inside, he tried it, and the door was locked.

Qin Mo said a few more words to her outside, but she still didn't say anything, his heart was a little angry, but he held back and called the front desk back: "Bring me the key to the second bedroom."

Looking at the time at the front desk over there, it's already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and President Qin is still not taking a rest. Is he going to hide when his little wife refuses to do it?

But gossip goes to gossip, things are still to be done, and the lady at the front desk immediately delivered the keys.

Moreover, President Qin's face was very dark, obviously a look of dissatisfaction, so the receptionist did not dare to stay too much, and immediately slipped away.

Qin Mo took the key and hesitated before opening the door——

He was not a man who could endure the cold war, so he opened the door firmly.

The moment the door opened, Qin Mo's heart ached.

He Huan didn't sleep, so she sat on the carpet at the end of the bed, silently lost in thought.

She was crying, but she didn't cry.

Head down, as if she had a nightmare when she was a child.

Qin Mo felt a pain, her nightmare... it was him now.

He walked over, squatted in front of her, stretched out her hand and rubbed her shoulder-length hair: "Hair is so long."

She ignored him and did not stop him, but this made him sad and uncomfortable even more, Qin Mo whispered, "Don't cry Huanhuan."

He Huan finally spoke, rejecting or resisting his existence, "You go away, I don't want to see you."

"Then who do you want to see? Rong Yue?" He stared at her little face, "He Huan, I explained it."

She didn't speak for a long time, and then slowly raised her eyes to look at him.

Her eyes were stained with water, staring at him, and then she sniffed: "Aren't you going? If you don't, I will go."

In fact, she was already very weak at this time, but she still walked out stubbornly, with only a bathrobe on her body.

Qin Mo easily dragged her back, and this time he was really angry: "He Huan, can you be wiser? It's midnight, where do you want to go?"

"Go to a place without you." She returned very quickly, and then saw Qin Mo's expression ugly and danger hidden in her eyes.

He Huan took a step back.

Qin Mo grabbed her arm and dragged her to the master bedroom...