Chapter 4182: I'm an old man, eh? 8

Qin Mo laughed and pulled her quilt, "Don't get bored."
He Huan stared at him and didn't speak for a long time.
Qin Mo smiled, "Well, there is no shame in this. I am seven years older than you, am I not? It should be taken care of a baby younger than me."
Obviously he was forty years old, and he was speaking very ordinary things, but He Huan felt that he was being carefully cared for.
She lifted her small face, looked at Qin Mo, and then said in a low voice: "If I really become how old, would you want me?"
"What do you mean?" Qin Mo smiled, then stretched out his hand and gently stroked her forehead, "Thinking about it all day long, let's have time to rest."
He Huan gave a hum and closed his eyes obediently.
Qin Mo watched her and kept guarding. After half an hour, he measured her temperature, and it dropped a little. His heart finally let go, and he kept guarding for a while and felt a little sleepy. At the head of the bed, it is convenient to look after her.
The night is long and short.
Qin Mo measured her several times, and later the low-grade fever was physically lowered. Fortunately, at dawn, her temperature finally dropped.
When the first ray of sunlight came in in the morning, He Huan opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping in Qin Mo's arms. He and his clothes were leaning against the head of the bed, while she was leaning on his side.
The breath on his body smells good, and he feels very stable.
He Huan couldn't help smelling it for a while longer, and then raised his head to talk to him, but Qin Mo also happened to look down at her at this moment and hit his jaw suddenly.
Qin Mo snorted sullenly, reached out his hand to resist her intent, and said helplessly: "It's early in the morning."
He Huan snorted twice: "I want to get up."
"Sleep with me for a while." He hugged her as easily as he was holding a rag doll, reaching out and pressing her little head: "I stayed the night last night and I was exhausted."
In his tone, there was still a complaint.
He Huan was in his arms, and after a while he asked him quietly, "You haven't slept all night?"
At this time, men will pretend to be, the more pitiful they pretend, the more sympathy they will get from women. Qin Mo will do this trick too.
He rubbed his brows and his voice was exhausted: "What do you mean?"
After speaking, he bowed his head and looked at her quietly.
He Huan was just stubborn. Seeing that his eyes were bloodshot, it was obviously boiled out.
So he said in a low voice: "Actually, you can sleep for a while."
"How can I sleep?" He laughed and hugged her again, "Well, sleep with me for a while and get up at ten."
There is no wish at home now, and he can still sleep in at home for the time being. As for waking up at ten o'clock because He Huan also has to go to bed, he has a meeting at eleven.
He persisted like this, He Huan had to accompany him.
She thought she couldn't sleep, but was held to sleep by him. He Huan quickly entered deep sleep after smelling the reassuring breath of him.
Sleep well, sweet.
Qin Mo did not fall asleep immediately, but watched her silently for a while before closing his eyes.
At about nine fifty, he woke up automatically, but the little guy who had been clamoring to get up a long time ago was sleeping like a pig, smelling like a pig.
Qin Mo watched silently for a while, smiled, sat up and remembered, but his head was dizzy...