Chapter 3968: Remarriage 1

He Huan's heart beat quickly, and he turned his head to look at him.
He hugged her behind, and his voice was much softer: "The Chinese New Year is coming in a few days, don't you want to see what you want?"
He Huan's voice trembled: "Is this a condition?"
Qin Mo didn't say anything, but the meaning was very obvious, it was a condition.
He Huan lowered his head, and it took a long time to say okay in a low voice.
She only said one word, but this one used up all her strength and emotions throughout her life.
When she turned her head again, there was a touch of moisture in her eyes. She looked at Qin Mo and the man she once loved so much.
Qin Mo's eyes were stained with ink, and he stared at her.
Only for a moment, he kissed her as if unable to bear it...
This night, He Huan had not fallen asleep, she was lying on the bed with Qin Mo beside her.
He put a hand on her shoulder and consciously put her in his arm. If an ordinary couple He Huan thinks this is a very loving sleeping position, it is a pity that they are not.
Her face turned sideways to look at his face, and she still looked particularly strong in the dim light.
He is nearly forty years old, but the Qin family has always been blessed with nature. It may be Ye Liangqiu’s good genes, but the best-looking one should be Qin Chen. If Qin Chen enters the entertainment industry, he will be a superstar of the century. An indelible existence, but Qin Chen is only interested in scalpels.
Qin Mo is the most masculine of all the children, right? Ye Muyun is biased towards the noble son type, a little gentle, but very violent in his bones, more restrained.
He Huan watched quietly for a long time, then stretched out a finger and gently stroked Qin Mo's face. He didn't wake up, maybe he was tired.
They are all tired.
He Huan quietly left Qin Mo's embrace, got out of bed and put on a coat and walked to the bedroom window.
The snow outside was deep, and the sky was still blowing heavy snow across the glass towards her, melting on the warm glass.
He Huan stretched out his palm and pressed it against the glass. It was obviously cold, but the snowflakes were scared.
It looked like she and Qin Mo.
She stood, her thin figure drawn a shallow reflection in the dim light.
Very beautiful.
Qin Mo woke up, leaning on the head of the bed and watching her quietly, watching her beautiful and fragile appearance.
And this kind of her does not belong to him anymore.
He just watched quietly and watched... until a long time later he got out of bed and picked her up from the back, with a rustling voice, "It's good to sleep."
He Huan froze for a while, realizing that it was him who softened and let him go back to sleep.
It's just that this night, she tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep.
She couldn't sleep, and it was impossible for Qin Mo to sleep well. They were like consuming, they consumed the night together, no one wins or loses.
The same pain.
Qin Mo had tasted enough pain that he couldn't love, but he didn't want to let go even if it was painful.
Because I didn't sleep well at night, I got up late during the day.
When He Huan opened his eyes, his eyes were sore and his head ached.
The sky was white outside, and it should be late.
She lay quietly for a while, turning her head to watch Qin Mo wearing a tie with her back.
His back is slender and powerful, just like his character, and his speed at this time is very elegant and slow, and he looks very solemn, as if he has a lifetime to do this thing well.