Chapter 4217: You drank too much 2

"If you are not sick, you will be obedient and I will not be so overbearing." He stared at her with a deep voice: "You are not just my ex-wife, but also Yihuan's mother."
Ex-wife?
He Huan was in a daze, thinking bitterly, it's his ex-wife, he is also her ex-husband.
What he meant was that he did this for pleasure. It was obvious that she was affectionate, so she pulled up the sheets: "You will wake me up until 12 o'clock."
Qin Mo stared at her for a few seconds, then walked out without saying anything.
He Huan thought she couldn't sleep because she was a little angry, but she felt sleepy while lying down, and the bones all over her body were also painful, so she really fell asleep.
At midnight, Qin Mo came on time, and the bedroom was dark.
Instead of waking her up immediately, he sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hands to check the temperature. He still didn't get back.
He looked at her quietly for a while, then took the pills and helped her up: "He Huan, take the medicine."
She woke up in a daze, but not completely, opened her eyes and looked at him, as if in a dream.
After a while, she closed her eyes again: "I eat."
A pill was delivered to her mouth, and then he fed her water. He Huan had been obediently, probably too tired.
After feeding her the medicine, there is no reason to hold her again, even if she is unconscious now.
Qin Mo flattened her and sat aside quietly watching her.
After watching for a long time, I only felt that my heart was even more bitter, and then I got up and walked to the French window in the outside hall.
That night, he didn't sleep, smoking a cigarette and holding red wine.
Apart from socializing, Qin Mo hardly touches alcohol, but tonight he wants to indulge... He Huan is here with him, but she doesn't belong to him anymore.
Only when she was asleep, she would not guard him, would not look at him like that.
In her heart, he is a violent family, a and a crime! If it were not for the friendship between the two families, they would have been broken and fragmented.
In fact, there is really no better place now, their feelings are split in it, and they have done everything.
Qin Mo let out a long breath, drank the last glass of red wine, and went to the master bedroom to look at He Huan.
Her temperature finally dropped, and he was relieved a little. He Huan woke up when he was about to get up and leave.
Her eyes narrowed, and then she looked around. She probably found it safe, so she said hoarsely, "Dawn?"
"Not yet, it's just after five o'clock. Sleep a little longer." His voice was even more hoarse than hers.
He Huan bit his lip, looked sideways at the dense night outside, and then frowned when he thought of something: "Qin Mo, have you smoked and drunk?"
He smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, not unpleasant, but it should not be ignored.
Qin Mo had originally planned to leave, but he paused now, staring at her condescendingly, his voice even more rustling, "Why, you still have to worry about me?"
"No." She pursed her lips and closed her eyes: "Go and rest. I'll sleep for a while."
This was obviously an attitude of avoiding and not wanting to talk, and it angered Qin Mo for some reason.
The next second, He Huan's hand was caught, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't you want to know why I smoke and drink?"
He Huan spoke ruthlessly: "I don't want to know."
"Yes, because we are divorced!" He stared at her face, his gaze seemed quenched.