Qin Mo had already reached the door, straightened his sleeves indifferently, and turned his head suddenly, his voice dull: "You can actually beg me."

He Huan scolded someone, and the scolding was a bit ugly, it was her most vicious word.

He was not angry, just listening, Feng Qingyun said calmly: "It seems you are not in a hurry, so just bear it."

How could He Huan bear it? She wanted to go to the bathroom now.

And she watched him turn around, as if she was really going to leave, and said anxiously: "I beg me."

Qin Mo held his fingers on the doorknob, and his voice was hoarse: "He Huan, do you know what I want you to ask for?"

She was silent.

He turned around and looked at her quietly: "Please be with you."

He Huan stared at him for a while, and then fell straight: "I still don't ask."

She did so, he actually left cruelly.

He Huan was so angry that it was indescribable.

But he was reborn, he really ran away...

Finally, Yi Huan woke up at nine o’clock, He Huan’s sour and refreshing--

Before noon, Aunt Lan came over to make lunch for them. With the familiar taste, He Huan and Yihuan were moved to tears. Aunt Lan also watched He Huan grow up, let alone Yihuan, so she was eating. Intentionally or unintentionally, He Huan said that why Qin Mo had left so many famous ladies.

Regarding this, He Huan certainly wouldn't be serious, and he lost if serious.

In the years when she and Qin Mo were in a stalemate, it was not that he had never had a woman, nor did he avoid it.

Probably, it was specially made for her. She was ignorant and was still abroad. Afterwards, he probably felt calm and quiet again.

He Huan didn't care about this period of black history, he didn't care about it.

In fact, her mother was right. In the relationship between men and women, the weaker is usually the woman.

No matter how successful her career was, she was a woman after all. Qin Mo was angry and messed up outside, but she couldn't. She didn't know if he was angry, would it be the same as before.

He Huan thought, maybe because of countless disappointments, she didn't dare to believe it anymore.

An Aijia made her feel ashamed, she had already planned to give up her career.

And last night, he asked her if she loved him.

If that doesn't count, He Huan doesn't know what counts. She is not a person who likes to put love on her lips...

If he does not understand, she will not explain.

When Aunt Lan saw He Huan silent, she knew in her heart that these two little hearts hadn't been solved, and she didn't say much, just continued to take care of her quietly.

After dinner, He Huan and Yi Huan sat together and watched TV, watching the movie memorabilia that was tuned to the entertainment channel. The theme of this issue turned out to be the "Don't Tell Him" ​​column, and Rong Yue and Ai were invited. Mengmeng, there is also a well-known male artist.

He Huan was an insider, and immediately understood that Ai Mengmeng was elected the heroine.

She froze for a moment, and then immediately wondered whether it was the reason for Rong Yue, but she understood Qin Mo, Qin Mo is not a person who is controlled by others, and Rong Yue has to pass him if he wants to use it. Ai Mengmeng was his choice.

At this moment, Ai Mengmeng's style of raising her hand and flirting through the show was frozen, and an expensive watch on her wrist was quite eye-catching.

The host originally asked professional questions, but at this time they went off the track, and asked with interest: "Ms. Ai has a million-dollar watch in hand. Is it a gift from the screenwriter?"