Zhao Siqing knew that he couldn't communicate with him now, so he didn't make a sound. He turned around to help Lu Qian.

Huo Jingchen looked at her directly with her eyes. Her breath was slightly heavy and her voice was slightly quivering: "you just know to protect him?"

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and said softly, "let's talk later. I don't want to talk to you now."

Huo Jingchen was hurt. He stared at her for a few seconds and chuckled.

Zhao Siqing didn't see him again. He lifted Lu Qian up from the ground and said softly, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Lu Qian staggers to his feet and looks at Huo Jingchen without saying a word.

Zhao Siqing turns around to walk out with him. Huo Jingchen looks at the back of the two people and their lips are light. He grabs Zhao Siqing's wrist before catching up with them and says with red eyes, "you don't care about me?"

Zhao Siqing drew his hand back, looked at him directly and said in a cold voice, "you hit people first!"

Huo Jingchen watched her silence, and Zhao Siqing took back his sight and stopped talking to him.

It's OK to hit people first. Later, Lu Qian stopped fighting, but he still wanted to kill him.

Zhao Siqing wondered how much hatred he could have?

She helped Lu Qian out of the room and whispered, "I'm sorry, he may not be in a stable mood."

Lu Qian turned to look at her with gentle eyes: "you don't have to apologize to me for him. You are you, he is him. Besides, it's just a slight injury."

Zhao Siqing was silent, his face was blue and purple, his lips were still bleeding, one eye was swollen badly, plus the broken bone, she didn't think it would be a slight injury.

In the room, Huo Jingchen's lung was about to explode, his blood was boiling and burning, his heart was gouged out with a knife, which was almost unbearable.

Huo Jingchen kicked over the chair that had fallen to the ground. It seemed that he was still angry. He raised his hand and smashed everything in the room.

After the smash, he gasped for breath and felt a little happy.

Huo Jingchen looks up at the empty porch, his eyes are gloomy.

A few seconds later, he stepped on pieces of glass and walked out.

Zhao Siqing and his assistant helped Lu Qian downstairs, but her wrists were pinched again, so powerful that she almost suspected that her bones would be crushed by him.

Zhao Siqing turned his head and looked at the same blue and purple face.

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked at her directly and said slowly, "follow me home."

His voice was hoarse, and when he looked at her, there were tiny stars in his eyes, turbulent feelings and strong paranoia.

Zhao Siqing avoided his sight and said softly, "go back first. I'll send him to the hospital and then go back to find you."

"No way!" Huo Jingchen's tone was heavy, and his voice was angry.

Zhao Siqing tries to calm herself down. She looks at Huo Jingchen and says, "if you beat someone, someone will be responsible."

"I'm not allowed." Huo Jingchen's voice was cold. His eyes were cold, sharp and gloomy, but his voice was trembling.

He doesn't allow her to accompany Lu Qian to the hospital or leave him alone!

Why should we put him behind Lu Qian? Is he still not as important as Lu Qian?

Zhao Siqing wants to open his hand, but he reaches for it. Huo Jingchen squats down and hugs her thigh, and carries her directly.

All of a sudden, Zhao Siqing didn't even react, so he had to carry him out for several meters.

"Huo Jingchen, you put me down!" Zhao Siqing was so angry that she was shaking all over. She swore that she had never seen Huo Jingchen such a moody and unreasonable madman in her life!