Chapter 4328: Autocratic Domineering Pet 8

He Huan died of anger, lying there in a panic, his voice trembled: "Qin Mo, you bastard."
But Qin Mo carefully admired her fearful look, put the medicine aside with one hand, and gently dropped the other hand on the place where she was about to be beaten, his voice was low and hoarse: "Are you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid." He Huan's voice was trembling, feeling his hand tightening her small chin again. Yes
He Huan bit her lower lip: "You let me down."
Qin Mo pinched her small chin and gently forced her to raise her head, and He Huan met a pair of deep eyes.
There was a smile in the dark eyes, and there was a touch of scrutiny. He Huan stared at her quietly. He Huan was a little stunned, unable to say a word.
Qin Mo's fingers passed dangerously, preparing to beat P-shares. When he realized what he wanted to do, He Huan screamed: "I don't want Qin Mo."
She didn't want it, she had to do it. After Qin Mo pulled it down, he took the phone and adjusted the angle to shoot in this direction, and then began to beat her, once, his expression was very focused, and he also had a taste of abstinence.
He Huan was stunned at first. He didn't expect that he would really hit her like this, but then he became ashamed and angry.
She was so old, he hit it, and... it was recorded again.
He Huan struggled, but he refused to let her hold her back with one hand to prevent her from moving, and then the punishment became a little bit more fierce.
He Huan still cried, the little one lying on his lap, crying a bit miserably.
And a little shameful.
Qin Mo came again fiercely twice, and then stopped, his voice hoarse: "Do you still doubt me?"
He probed and took the medicine.
Her eyes drooped, staring at the place where she was beaten up, and her eyes burned a little.
He Huan was still crying, smoking and smoking, looking...somewhat pitiful.
Qin Mo's eyes were gentle, and he touched his fingers lightly, his voice hoarse: "It's embarrassing to cry for such a big person."
He Huan was lying on his stomach, not wanting to move.
Qin Mo looked at her little face for a while, then opened the delicate little box, picked a little on her fingertips, and gently rubbed her wounds.
In fact, there was no injury, just a little redness and swelling. How could he be willing.
But that's it, she was so squeamish that she couldn't cry, as if she was being bullied.
Qin Mo reached out and rubbed it for her, "Does it hurt?"
"What do you mean?" He Huan groaned with anger, then lowered his head and took a bite on his leg.
Qin Mo's eyes darkened again, and he lowered his head; "You are a puppy."
He Huan let go of his mouth, still staring at him, very dissatisfied.
Qin Mo's gaze did not move away, and it kept falling on her face.
After a long time, he was hoarse, "Are you sure you are wrong?"
He Huan didn't want to care about him, so he just got down. Qin Mo didn't make her feel embarrassed. He applied medicine to her and pulled her clothes. While pulling, he still looked at her quietly for a while.
He hugged her on his knees and began to apply medicine to the wound on her arm. She couldn't help but move when she sat on his leg with some pain.
Qin Mo looked at her calmly, and calmly helped her apply the medicine.
He Huan wanted to run and was hugged from behind by one of his hands. "What are you running?"
He Huan earned a moment in silence: "I have something wrong."
He didn't let go, his voice was dumb: "I have something to do."
He Huan was a little angry. His business was probably something that she could think of with her knees.