Thank you for Waiting,Mister Tang!

He Huan was a little drunk, lying on his shoulder, stretched out a finger and gently scratched his good-looking chin. Her eyes were a little intoxicated, "Qin Mo, in fact, you look very good-looking."

He said, "go home?"

He Huan is holding him, face is also buried in his arms: "Qin Mo, did you eat?"

His eyes are a little deep, "not yet, but full of gas."

He Huan looked at him straight, some did not understand his meaning, and then she probably thought of something and started to eat with him.

Qin Mo frowned: "go home and eat again."

With that, he stooped down, picked her up, and walked straight out.

He Huan lies in his arms and is still making trouble. His red lips open slightly, and his breath sprays on his heart.

Through a thin layer of cloth, some numb.

Qin Mo bowed his head and looked at her, "I shouldn't have let you come out and drink like this."

He Huan is in his arms, always in trouble to find a place to fill his stomach, Qin Mo's heart is warm, and there is a kind of unspeakable taste.

When he put her in the car, he didn't get on the bus immediately. Instead, he stood outside the car and whispered, "my illness is not a trivial matter to you, is it?"

He Huan's heart has him, but her emotion is too deep, she never wants to say, small mouth is very hard.

At this point, she is drunk, will say psychological words, will worry about him.

Qin Mo looks at her.

He Huan leaned on the back of the chair, biting his lips and looking at him, but said again: "when are you going to eat?"

Qin Mo looked at her and finally smile: "go now."

He got on the bus and took her to a health porridge restaurant. He Huan's wine was still awake. He fed her half a bowl, but he quickly solved one. When she went out, she seemed to wake up a little, but soon she held his arm, "Qin Mo, can you carry me?"

"Huanhuan?" Under the streetlights, Qin Mo's eyes are gentle, and there are also some past events that are startled by surprise.

They grew up together when they were young. When she was young, he often carried her back. Later, when she grew up, she came to the first monthly affair, and later refused to let him carry it.

In the past, she always called

Until that day, he waited for her at the school gate.

They are from an aristocratic middle school. He Huan is a junior high school.

The sun was about to set, but she still didn't come out.

Qin Mo went to the campus to find her, at this time the so large campus has been empty, did not see a few people.

finally, he saw him under a sycamore tree in the playground.

He Huan sits under a tree, wearing a white school uniform and his trademark short hair.

She was thin and small at the time, only 155, but beautiful.

And he, at 182, could easily lift her.

Qin Mo slowly walked over and sat beside her: "little thing, what's the matter?"

He Huan seems to be startled, turn head to look at him, nose some red.

She bit her lip and said, "Why are you here?"

Qin Mo's fingers shuttled through her short hair and laughed: "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why is it that I've been refused to write a love letter?"

He Huan's face was a little red, and he turned his head: "it's not."

"What is that?" Qin Mo's voice is gentle and his eyes are fixed on her.

He Huan did not make a sound or get up, so he sat there.

Qin Mo thought of the body to pull her up, but just moved for a moment, he Huan exclaimed: "don't move."

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