"No need to apologize." He said.

"I feel better when I say it." Otherwise, after I kept thinking about it, especially after knowing that I was Qi Ting's mother, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Chen Huan didn’t know what Qi Moyi was doing at this moment?

She still asked this question if she had the ability to think.

Qi Moyi didn't answer, just looked at her.

His eyes were deep and as dark as ink, and there was a feeling that Chen Huan could not understand. The man's voice was low, and after drinking, he drank a little hoarse, "What are you going to do in the future?"

These days, Chen Huan has thought solemnly.

"Qi Ting is my child. I will do my mother's responsibility to give her a home." Chen Huan said.

Give a home.

Home.

This sentence hit Qi Moyi's point.

His eyes were darker, "Huanhuan."

Chen Huan looked at him.

"Do you give him a home or a home?" he asked.

This question is strange, and Chen Huan didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Qi Moyi knows the answer.

Chen Huan changed his attitude towards Qi Ting for the sake of his child.

Actually I don't like him.

Alcohol can numb people and make people impulsive, especially emotions that have been suppressed in the heart for too long.

Her skin was flawless. After drinking wine, her cheeks were dyed with a little redness, making her skin even whiter and redder.

Qi Moyi approached her.

His breath approached, and Chen Huan was slightly stunned.

Breaths sprinkle on each other's faces.

"Huanhuan." He stopped and called her name again.

It seemed to be reminding her, but it seemed to be giving her a chance.

Chen Huan drank wine, and his brain was not as fast as usual, and he was obsessed with it and did not hide.

Give her enough time.

Qi Moyi kissed him.

Chen Huan still didn't hide, she was confused, feeling that the alcohol was just starting to get up now.

Her obedience made Qi Moyi even more lost.

Gradually, Chen Huansuan was completely drunk.

The man picked her up around the waist and entered the bedroom.

...

In November, the weather is cold, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is large.

Bai Chuxiao was wearing a long-sleeved piece, and the wind blew, it was a little cool.

A black coat was draped on her, and the coat was stained with a little alcohol.

Qi Moye pinched her hand, "The hands are so cold."

When winter comes, her physique is like this.

"You haven't drunk too much, right?" Bai Chuxiao was concerned.

"I'm not drunk." He said.

Bai Chuxiao thought about it, too. Qi Linfeng and his team's main target was Qi Moyi, and they would drink with Qi Moyi later.

Bai Chuxiao is an artist, and disguising himself when he goes out is the basis.

She is wearing a hat and a mask at this moment.

Qi Moye didn't like her and couldn't see her face.

They held hands and strolled along the streets.

The street is very lively. There is a square in front of it, with many candles, balloons and flowers, and many people gathered around it.

A boy stood in a circle of love surrounded by candles.

Confession or proposal.

"Scan the past and aim." Bai Chuxiao was bored.

"Do you like this kind of scene?" Qi Moye asked her in a low voice.

"It's okay, I like to watch the fun. To be honest, putting candles is a bit vulgar, but most girls eat this set." Bai Chuxiao said with a smile.

Qi Moye also felt that placing candles was tacky, "Do you eat this set?"

"In theory, I don't eat it. If I put it on for me, I can accept it." Bai Chuxiao said.

The boy was holding flowers, as if waiting for the heroine to arrive.

This is a confession destination, and people often come to express their love on the commercial screen behind.

Today, this boy probably has a big screen.

The rich second generation can afford a large screen.

A few minutes later, photos gradually appeared on the big screen.

Bai Chuxiao's mentality of watching the excitement was looking at the big screen.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it's amazing.

Damn, isn't this a photo of her?

Bai Chuxiao was shocked, what's going on?

People around him were surprised to see this photo.

Then, a line of words appeared on the photo on the screen.

【Bai Chuxiao, Happy Birthday, I like you】

“…”

Is this boy her fan?

Bai Chuxiao swallowed, and his light shook at the man beside him, observing his expression.

Qi Moye was very calm, with no fluctuations in his eyes, as if he hadn't seen it.

"Fans simply wish me a happy birthday." Bai Chuxiao sorted out the position of the mask, unable to breathe.

I remembered what she said just now, "I can accept it even if it is specially prepared for me."

What this means is that if it is Qi Moye, she can.

Who knows this is for her...

The boy in the middle of the square arranged for reporters to come over, and several reporters carried the cameras and walked to the boys.

The boy started to confess his love, "First of all, I wish Chuxiao a happy birthday. You may not see what you did today, but I just like you. I leave you messages every day on Weibo. Taking this birthday opportunity, I confess to you well. I hope you will get better and better and go to a higher position. As your boyfriend fan, I will always accompany you. Although you have not been open for half a year, we are always looking forward to your return."

Bai Chuxiao is in a complicated mood.

Do you want to slap her in the face like this?

Qi Moye's expression did not change. When he heard "boyfriend fans", his eyes calmed down.

"It's very popular," he said.

"..." Why do these words sound so sarcastic?

Qi Moye took Bai Chuxiao's hand, walked forward, and left the square.

It is impossible for her to finish listening.

Fans are so crazy nowadays. I don’t know that the best way to express themselves is not to bother with a star?

"You are riding on the popularity, fake fans, don't pay attention." Qi Mo said at night.

All the fake fans said it.

Bai Chuxiao wanted to laugh, "I didn't agree, are you jealous?"

"I've thought about agreeing?" He picked on it.

As expected, jealous men have no IQ.
To be continued...