Chapter 173 stand over there

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds and changed his words: "can you not do anything I don't like?"

Huo Jingchen was so clever that he knew what she was going to say in a flash.

"I don't like you holding my hand, holding me or..." Zhao Siqing spoke slowly, his voice was very light, but what he said made Huo Jingchen feel particularly cold.

"Shut up!" His eyes were red and his voice was angry, like a wounded beast.

Zhao Siqing avoids his sight, but feels that his heart is a little sore. He dare not look into his eyes again.

Huo Jingchen's throat knot moved, stared at her for a long time, and laughed at himself.

A few seconds later, he got up and got out of the car without saying a word.

With the door slamming shut, Zhao Siqing sat up slowly.

She actually Just for example

I want him to know that no one can do everything according to others' preferences.

Zhao Siqing knows that his metaphor may hurt him, but she doesn't know what else he can't give up if he doesn't compare himself.

Or, in fact, they can be abandoned.

This world is so complex, which has what eternal.

Zhao Siqing slowly lowered his eyes. When he thought of his injured eyes, he felt his heart was filled with boredom, as if he were a villain.

But it's clear that he is the bully and unreasonable one.

Zhao Siqing did not wait to get back to her senses, so she heard a loud noise outside. She turned her head to see it.

I saw Huo Jingchen overturn the garbage can downstairs, along with some scrap iron glass left by decoration.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and hurriedly opened the door to get off.

I don't know how he got into the habit of smashing things when he was angry.

She quickly stepped forward, looked at the man who had lost his sense, frowned, and grabbed one of his wrists and said, "don't smash it, it will make a noise to the neighbors."

"Let go!" Huo Jingchen looked at her coldly, her eyes were dark red, and her breath was slightly heavy.

Zhao Siqing stopped in front of him, grabbed his other sleeve with his other hand, looked up at him and said seriously, "I said I can't smash again."

Huo Jingchen sneered, took back her hand, and said coldly, "do you think I will listen to you?"

Words fall, Huo Jingchen around her, a blow on an abandoned glass plate, blood pouring.

The noise and destruction continued. He was like a beast that broke free of its cage, making destruction and damage wantonly, including himself.

Because near, there are glass pieces splashing on Zhao Siqing's arm, and a piece of red blood is seeping out in an instant.

Zhao Siqing frowned, and told himself over and over that he was a patient, a neurotic who had been suffering from a light life and a negative world.

Huo Jingchen looks at her bleeding arm. It's a small one, but it's particularly dazzling.

Zhao Siqing said patiently, "Huo Jingchen, you, now, stand there."

Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple is moving. His black eyes are staring at her. His big hand hanging on his side is also clenched into a fist. Now he is even dripping blood.

Zhao Siqing's face is light and his eyes are cold: "I don't want to say it twice."

After a few seconds of standstill, Huo's big hand slowly released and reached for her wrist to check the scratches on her arm.

Zhao Siqing pulls out his arm, and there are several bright red fingerprints on his white skin.

She looked at him coldly, pointed to a safe place, and said again, "stand over there."