Chapter 144 don't want to talk

Huo Jingchen sat on the sofa and lost his mind. He didn't know what he was thinking.

When Zhao Siqing came out of the bathroom, he saw this scene. The man in the white shirt had a scab on his forehead and sat on the sofa without saying a word.

"What happened to your forehead?" Zhao Siqing wiped his hair and spoke softly.

Huo Jingchen returned to the gods, black eyes looked at her, slowly said: "kowtow."

Zhao Siqing sighed and turned to get the medicine box: "you take a bath first. I'll help you deal with it after washing."

Huo Jingchen looked at her back and didn't speak. A few seconds later, he got up and walked into the bathroom.

She actually I don't hate him that much.

At least not like the previous life, he did so many things that she hated.

After Huo Jingchen came out of the bathroom, his hair was slightly wet, and his face was cold and white with a little warm air. Except for those still gloomy eyes, he seemed to be a little more innocent.

Zhao Siqing turned to look at him. The man was wearing a pair of grey pajamas, with a strong white upper body.

There are still a few drops of water rolling on the strong body and muscles, which is an unspeakable temptation.

Zhao Siqing hurriedly looked away, his voice remained unchanged, but his ears were red again: "you put on your clothes."

Huo Jingchen went to the sofa and sat down. He grabbed his coat and put it on.

Zhao Siqing breathed a little sigh of relief, opened the medicine chest and reached out to gently open the hair in front of his forehead.

The wound is not small and I don't know if it will leave scars.

Zhao Siqing frowned, disinfected him first, and wiped some powder for him.

Huo Jingchen has a pair of long and narrow fengmou looking at her directly. Her lips are light and pursed, but she doesn't say a word.

She was very light, and now she was standing beside him with a concentrated look.

There was a silence in the room. Zhao Siqing didn't stop until a few minutes later. He looked at him and said slowly, "the ointment I prescribed last time is still a little bit. After scabbing, you should wipe it a little every day, so you won't leave scars."

Huo Jingchen stared at her silently.

Zhao Siqing didn't wait for a response, so he turned around to clean up the medicine box.

But Huo suddenly got up and hugged her from behind.

Suddenly fell into a hot and warm arms, Zhao Siqing Leng for a few seconds, he has a light shampoo fragrance, full of her breath.

Huo Jingchen circled her waist with big hands, put his chin on her neck, and said slowly, "I thought you would never want to talk to me again."

His voice was low and mute, with a sense of repression.

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled, and she said in a warm voice, "why?"

Huo Jingchen is silent and silent. His eyes are drooping. His long eyelashes are like two brushes.

Before he replied, Zhao Siqing said again, "if I really ignore you."

Smell speech, Huo Jingchen slowly opens that pair of beautiful eyes, the vision is deep.

After a few seconds of silence, he said slowly, "I will keep you by my side even if I don't break the means."

Huo Jingchen's lips opened gently, but before his eyes, she could not help but reappear the scene of her death in front of him in the previous life. Her heart was aching.

Zhao Siqing is in a trance. His voice is cold and cruel. It doesn't sound like a joke.

There is no origin, but it seems to be shaking, as if it is not so firm

Zhao Siqing sighed, and Wen said, "Huo Jingchen, let's talk."

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and refused in a cold voice: "no talking."

Zhao Siqing was dumb. He didn't wait to speak. Then he heard him say, "don't want to talk."

Even after chatting, it's nothing more than the platitudes she advised her to let go.

He didn't want to hear at all.