Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Mo looked at her and hummed softly, "There is no more for today."

He Huan is a little pity, looking at him baffledly: "I am not full."

Qin Mo glanced at her, then his gaze moved down, and finally landed on a little melon-like belly.

He Huan was a little dazed at once, and it took him a long time to shout, "I bleed, so I want to make up."

"Really?" His voice stretched very long, and then he smiled, "I'll cook some red beans for you, it's more tonic."

He Huan glared at him, with water vapor in her big eyes, and it took a while for her to say very slowly, "Qin Mo, you are poisonous."

Qin Mo laughed, and squeezed her face, "A small bowl is enough, and eat less sweets, otherwise..."

The smile became more meaningful: "I will be fat."

He Huan lowered his head and saw that there was no two or two flesh on his body, so he didn't believe him.

But she wouldn't beg him, that's so shameless.

So she ran away, so she didn't want to eat red beans.

Qin Mo smiled, but actually boiled a cup of red beans. It was not because she had lost a little blood, but because she was not in good health, and she really needed supplements.

In addition to the red beans, he added a few more tonics and brought them to the living room. The one was watching TV, the kind with relish.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand, hooked He Huan to his side, and put the cup to her lips: "Drink a little."

He Huan bit his lip, did not speak for a long time, just stared at the cup.

Staring fiercely.

Qin Mo smiled slightly: "Drink a little."

He Huan frowned, instinctively refused: "I don't want to drink."

Qin Mo stared at her, his voice slightly lower: "Observe."

"I don't want to be obedient." He Huan bit her lower lip, then watched TV again, as if she didn't want to care about him.

Qin Mo was very funny, so he just grabbed her with one hand and hugged her in his arms, and put the cup to her lips with the other hand, her black eyes locked her.

He Huan bit his lip and didn't make a sound for a long time.

Qin Mo was still quiet. After a long time, he muttered, "If you don't drink anymore, I will kiss you."

He Huan's eyes opened wide, and he didn't dare to breathe. After a while, his small face became a little red.

Qin Mo laughed, stretched out his hand and stroked her hair, "Breathe! Fool."

He Huan shouted a few mouthfuls, there was a little more water in his eyes, and his voice was even more pitiful: "Qin Mo, I don't want to drink it. Will you drink it for me?"

His eyes are still locked to her, the meaning is very obvious.

Also, she clicked her lips.

So the little girl who hated red beans immediately lowered her head and took two sips.

She feels so bitter!

But compared to Qin Mo's kiss, she would rather drink this.

Kissing 40-year-old Qin Mo was terrible.

She couldn't even think about it, and it was guilty to think.

Drinking aggrievedly, he looked up at Qin Mo until the cup was empty.

There are a few words written in those little eyes: I don't like you anymore.

Qin Mo's eyes were dyed with a smile, stretched out his hand and shook her chin, and smiled lowly: "Very good."

He Huan bit his lip: "You hate it too much."

Qin Mo still smiled softly, but suddenly kissed her and kissed her lips briefly.

He Huan was stunned.

The little head suddenly crashed, and he said she kissed her if she didn't drink.

But she drank it, why did he kiss her?

Qin Mo seemed to know what she was thinking, and chuckled, "We are a husband and wife, and it is normal for a kiss."

Husband and wife, normal?