Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan glanced at him, then answered the phone.

Kang Qiao said very briefly that because Rong Yue was leaving, the crew had to help him open a small farewell and asked He Huan if he was going.

He Huan thought for a while, "Okay, you send me the time and place. I'll go."

Kang Qiao whistled: "Director Ho, there is a kind!"

He was certain that Qin Mo must be there, and He Huan even dared to go.

He Huan smiled and hung up the phone without saying anything.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Mo almost grabbed her in her arms, and received a severe bite from her neck.

She screamed and pulled away. He sat up and reached out to touch his neck, as if he was bloodshot.

He Huanman was speechless, "Qin Mo, what are you nervous about!"

His face is very ugly, and his breath is a bit messy.

He Huan didn't open his face, and while covering his wound with a tissue, he said, "Rong Yue and I don't have the things you think about. If you are unhappy, just go directly to City B. You can leave as soon as you have a special plane."

Qin Mo was irritated by her, and he frowned: "You want me to go?"

He Huan's fingers paused. In fact, she didn't think that way. She just had some reflexes because she remembered Qin Mo's rough treatment of her.

And he had misunderstood it now, but she didn't want to explain it to him.

She wiped the wound silently, almost wiped off a layer of skin...

Qin Mo was really a bit angry at first, as a man he would naturally not be happy for her to go, but obviously now He Huan's temper has also risen, and she is no less stubborn and stubborn than him.

Qin Mo sighed, and reached out to hold her arm: "He Huan."

She didn't want to care about him, she still wiped it.

"Are you still angry?" He looked at her: "If I want to go, I'll go, and I'll pick you up afterwards.

He Huan was still surprised. She couldn't speak for a long time, but Qin Mo stretched out her hand and rubbed her short hair: "Tian is stupid, isn't it to be given away?"

This is actually a bit sour to say, He Huan glanced at him, and then said nothing else.

"Okay, go change clothes, I'll see you off in a while." He patted her on the shoulder lazily, his voice dumb.

He Huan said to go by himself, Qin Mo stared at her slightly.

So He Huan stopped insisting.

She went to the locker room, and Qin Mo chose to sit on the sofa and smoke—

In fact, it is a man who cares, but he knows better in his heart that He Huan and Rong Yue are just ordinary relationships. The film is shot, and it is just a meal. He can be more generous. Anyway, the person who spent the rest of his life with He Huan He is not Rong Yue.

He Huan went to the locker room while Qin Mo was doing psychological construction. When she opened it, he was taken aback.

In addition to her own original clothes, there are also many new ones hanging in the closet, which should have been prepared by Qin Mo for her. The tags were not taken apart, and they were all good brands, starting from 10,000 to 20,000.

She froze for a moment, and then looked in the direction of the living room.

Looking at Qin Mo's back, she remembered what he said, she didn't feel anything after he did so much?

He Huan let out a long breath, pulled out a black T and put it on with a denim skirt. She was originally born thin, so she looked very young, and she did not look like a director.

When she went out, she stood behind Qin Mo and said softly that she was fine. Qin Mo was probably stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw her.