Chapter 4122: Sweetly pamper you 1

Ye Xiangnan put down Yihuan, and stared at her deeply.
Yi Huan's little mouth moved, trying to say something.
"Fool." Ye Xiangnan reached out and touched her hair, then whispered: "If you want to wear a small skirt, just wear it."
Yi Huan probably felt his emotions and shook his head, still looking pitiful.
Ye Xiangnan smiled again, a bit bitter and helpless--
Uncle Qin really gave him a problem. In fact, he can ignore it, or even give up, but now he can't give up.
There was even a touch of pain in Ye Xiangnan's eyes. Qin Mo and He Huan could understand, even Shen Ting could understand. Shen Ting could see that Ye Xiangnan liked Yihuan.
It's not that Liang Xiaowu Guess is so simple, but the mood of a man likes a woman.
It was the same as Shen Ting.
Shen Ting's gaze fell on Ye Xiangnan's face, and Ye Xiangnan also watched him for a while.
The eyes of the two boys met, and no one backed down, sparking sparks.
However, Ye Xiangnan left and got in the black RV and slowly disappeared into the night.
Qin Mo handed Yihuan to Shen Ting: "Take care of it. Your aunt and I have something to discuss."
Shen Ting nodded, holding Yihuan upstairs.
Little Yi Huan lay on his shoulders, facing the direction in which Ye Xiangnan disappeared outside.
Qin Mo smiled: "I can't see that our girl has the potential to be scum. You see the two boys are overwhelmed."
He Huan didn't dare to compliment him for such remarks and glanced at him: "If it is, it must be your bad gene."
He went upstairs while talking, yawning and looked sleepy.
Qin Mo followed her, and he reached out to the bedroom to catch her, and pushed her behind the door panel.
He Huan was pressed by him, but after a while, she couldn't break away. She glared at him: "Qin Mo."
Qin Mo easily restrained her, with a smile in his voice: "You just said that you inherited my bad genes, Mrs. Qin, tell me what bad genes I have? Scum?"
He Huan knew what he was doing, biting his lip and refused to speak.
Because what he said is not good.
Qin Mo looked at her small appearance, and smiled softly: "You seem to have learned a lot."
He Huan still ignored him.
Qin Mo just smiled lowly, "Why don't you speak, or your conscience is still guilty?"
If He Huan didn't speak, he didn't speak.
Qin Mo freed up a hand to pinch her small chin, and smiled lowly: "Then let me say, see if it's right, our little Qin wife is a scum, like this, like that, right?"
He Huan bit his lip: "I didn't."
"No? You haven't liked Rong Yue, huh?" Qin asked the soul.
He Huan bit his lip, unable to speak for a long time.
Because this is true.
She was silent, and Qin Mo laughed lowly, "Why don't you speak? Didn't you say that you are not scumbag?"
He Huan glared at him and patted his hand, "I want to sleep."
"You will avoid problems." Qin Mo smiled gently, knowing that she was really tired.
He feels that he is now in Buddhism, he is only 40 years old, he is in the prime of life, and his wife is at home. What makes him such a Buddhism is the brilliance of the horse.
But he always spoiled her. She said she was tired and wanted to sleep, so he personally waited for her to take a bath and sleep.
Before going to bed, He Huan put his head on his shoulders, Qin Mo lowered his head and asked her gently, "How does it feel to be a princess, Mrs. Qin?"