Chapter 177 amputation

Huo Jingchen's eyes are a little deeper. He raises his hand to pick up a strand of her hair and gently pulls: "Zhao Siqing."

He said it wasn't very strong, but Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound.

After a while, I saw that she still didn't care what she meant.

Huo Jingchen's eyes are deep, and turns to turn out his mobile phone to dial Tang Zhi's phone.

"Hello, president."

Tang Zhi finally cleans up the downstairs. He is moved by himself and cries bitterly. As a result, he hears Yan Wang Ye's phone call again.

Listen to the ring of Huo Jingchen. Tang Zhi just wants to dig a hole and bury himself first.

Huo Jingchen said in a cold voice with a calm face: "immediately arrange a doctor to have an amputation."

"Cut Amputation? " Tang Zhi is stupefied for a few seconds, subconsciously nervous.

Hearing the conversation, Zhao Siqing felt a headache.

Last time, I lost too much blood. This time, I had a direct amputation.

In the face of Tang Zhi's doubt, Huo Jingchen sneered and said, "sooner or later, it's better to cut it off."

Tang Ji: you???

Zhao Siqing sighed and climbed up to find the medicine chest.

She must have owed him in her last life.

Huo Jingchen stared at her with a cold face. Zhao Siqing took the medicine box and knelt down on the carpet beside the sofa. He looked at him and said with a small face: "I tell you, next time, if you dare to Dare to... "

The thought of the kiss just now made Zhao Siqing's ears red again.

"If you dare to mess again, I won't pay any more attention to you."

Smell speech, Huo Jingchen's Mou color is dark a few minutes, did not make a sound.

No response, Zhao Siqing looked at him and asked again, "do you hear me?"

Huo Jingchen gazed at her for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes and answered with a voice: "yes."

Zhao Siqing was relieved, and then carefully handled the wound for him.

Although the wound was not very serious, she was worried that there would be glass fragments mixed in the wound.

Her movements are very light and careful. Huo Jingchen looks at her greedily.

Zhao Siqing didn't look up, but he always thought about today's matter and wanted to have a good talk with him. After thinking for a while, he explained softly, "Li Feihuan and I met by chance. I didn't know he would be there, but when we met, we would inevitably have a chat."

Huo Jingchen listened quietly and did not speak.

In the warm light and the narrow room, it seems that even listening to her talk so quietly has become a kind of enjoyment.

Huo Jingchen was a little lost, thinking of the last few years of his previous life, he was in a coma and was in intensive care, and she would not come to see him.

After Zhao Siqing picked out the glass, he continued to say: "later, I asked him to go upstairs together because I was afraid that Jiang Xueqing would bite me back. I thought Li Feihuan was at least a personal card, which can prove that I didn't deliberately refuse to go back after I went downstairs, only because I met an acquaintance so I talked a few more words."

Zhao Siqing picked out the glass and spoke in a warm voice.

Huo Jingchen returned to her mind, and her deep vision fell on her face.

The warm light outlined her outline with incomparable softness, and there was less coldness between her eyebrows, more patience and gentleness.

Trance makes him feel as if he hasn't heard her talking to him like this for a long time.

After Zhao Siqing cleaned the glass, he carefully eliminated the poison. Seeing that he had not moved, he couldn't help looking up at him.

She looked at him carefully for a while, and began tentatively, "would you be so angry if I said something to him?"