She didn't seem to be running, so he let her go, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at her quietly.

After a while, he said: "Don't forget your identity."

He Huan didn't make a sound, looking up at him.

In the light, she was wearing a little black dress again, with very white skin, and she must have rarely been in the sun recently.

And he found out that she was wearing high heels, he thought to himself, she was still a little shorty after wearing them! (Mr Qin is also very cute.)

But what he can't deny is that she is beautiful tonight and this dress fits her damnably.

While he was appreciating silently, He Huan threw it over lukewarm: "I know who I am."

Her angry look pleased him.

He took a step forward, and He Huan looked at his expression and couldn't help taking a step back.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and easily caught her.

He Huan fell into his arms, and his face fell on his heart, a little embarrassed.

To make matters worse, her feet were wearing high heels, so that her feet twisted after the shock.

He Huan cried out in pain, her entire face wrinkled, "It hurts."

Qin Mo lowered his head and looked at her as if she was not fake. He felt a little distressed, but his face was calm and cold: "Where does it hurt?"

He Huan was already untenable, she frowned, "Twisted ankle."

Qin Mo looked at her feet silently, then bent over and picked her up, holding her in one hand and removing her high-heeled shoes in threes and twos, and threw them away when they passed the trash can.

He Huan bit his lip, "More than 20,000."

He looked down at her and snorted coldly, "No matter how expensive it is to wear, it would be a waste of space to put it here."

He Huan was a little angry and turned his head: "You are talking about yourself, right?"

He carried her into the elevator, and then looked at her: "I'm only worth 20,000 yuan?"

He Huan's voice was a little low, "A Niu Yilang outside is only two thousand yuan at a time."

"Have you called?" He sneered: "Does the man outside have a body that I understand you, can it make you so comfortable?"

He Huan couldn't talk with him anymore, so she chose to shut up.

Qin Mo hugged her into the apartment, put her on the sofa, and squatted down to look at her.

He Huan frowned and looked at her foot fruit. There was indeed a red circle there, and then her eye circles were red...

"Usually I am not very independent, very powerful, why should I cry now?" Qin Mo stared at her and said coldly.

"You don't have to worry about it." He Huan pursed his lips, and then wanted to stand up and find some medicine.

Qin Mo held her down: "If you twist your ankle, don't move it."

Talking, looking at her: "Is there a medicine box here?"

He Huan was indeed in pain, so he said.

Qin Mo went to get it, came over and squatted in front of her again, he was all black and beautiful.

But at this time, he was so close that He Huan could smell the faint perfume on his body. She was indeed not the brand she used, so her face tightened.

Qin Mo didn't even look up, and said very lowly, "I went to the bar and drank some wine. I accidentally bumped it."

He Huan pursed his small mouth, without saying anything.

He raised his eyes: "Don't you have anything to say?"

"No!" He Huan said irritably.

Qin Mo laughed lowly, "If you don't, I'll put the medicine on you."

Then, He Huan felt a pain like splitting the bones!

She almost screamed, "Qin Mo, please be gentle..."