The aunt quickly said: "Oh, it is like this, the wife's mother came over, said for a while, Yi Huan took out, the wife later was not very happy."

Qin Mo's eyes darkened. He Huan asked again, "does she have a fever today?"

The aunt laughed and said, "Sir, you have taken care of me for a whole day. Today, it's all right. My spirit is very good."

Qin Mo didn't say anything more and went to the master bedroom.

He Huan didn't sleep, leaning against the sofa to read the script.

Because it was evening, so she turned on a reading lamp. Outside, it was twilight, and the room was dyed with some dreamy yellow lights. Qin Mo's heart was softened for it.

Looking at her, wearing thick home clothes, because she was ill yesterday, so there is always a sense of vulnerability.

It's not like the usual appearance of milk.

Qin Mo in the past, stretched out his hand to pull out the script in her hand, "just get sick and busy looking at this."

The script was the trigger for their divorce, so he had a headache every time he saw it.

He Huan snatched it from his hand and glanced at him: "it's going to be on next week. I'm not familiar with this directing script. How do you want me to shoot it?"

Qin Mo sat down and stared at her for a while. "You haven't seen it many times. I thought you should have recited it all over again."

"Qin Mo, can you not talk like this She said, a little more than she could bear.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and pulled her hair: "I took care of you like that yesterday, and today I turn over and don't recognize people?"

He Huan's face angrily don't go to one side, clap open his hand: "I not only can turn over a face, still can fling a person in the face."

This word, let Qin Mo son temper also did not have.

Think of the body called her to eat, suddenly think of what: "Mom came to say to you today, aunt said you are not happy all day."

He Huan leans on the sofa: "you should call aunt."

Qin Mo thought: "but you call me mother or mother, right?"

"I did that to care about Huan's face..." He Huan was speechless.

He tugged at her hair: "me too. It will be bad if I wear it later. After all, it's terrible to get used to this kind of thing, don't you think?"

He Huan did not want to pay attention to him, stood up: "I want to eat."

He stretched out his hand and she sat down again, next to him.

He Huan was a little angry: "Qin Mo, what else do you want?"

"What did your mother tell you?" He looked into her eyes and suddenly reached out and touched her eyes: "you cried, didn't you?"

He Huan turns head, the voice is a little astringent: "need not you tube."

Qin Mo pinched her chin and forced her to look at himself with a gentle force.

He asked softly, "she asked you to go on a blind date, didn't she?"

He Huan's pupil slightly enlarges, after a moment voice hoarse: "it's none of your business."

Qin Mo is still staring at her eyes, knowing that he is right, her mother let her go on a blind date.

He let go of her, and his words were difficult: "don't you have tolerance? Why are you going on a blind date? "

He Huan fell on the sofa, and she hugged herself. After a long time, she asked softly, "Qin Mo, is it because of tolerance? No, it's because of you. "

She gave a gentle smile: "because when we got married, you found that I didn't want to marry you, so you always doubted me. I bought Rongyue's script. You don't think it's right. I happened to have a cup of coffee with him. You don't think it's right It has always been you who can't bear to divorce. It has nothing to do with Rongyue and anyone else. "

www.readwn.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like