Chapter 218

Zhao Siqing got up and walked to the window, avoiding his sight.

She turned her back to him, looked out of the window at night, and whispered, "think about it."

Huo Jingchen stared at her back and said slowly, "don't even think about it, I won't let you leave me!"

Zhao Siqing didn't turn around, but he could hear his refusal and cruelty in his tone.

There was no reason for her to feel a palpitation. It was a simple sentence that she didn't understand. How could she feel so many emotions.

She took a light breath and turned to look at him. "So, you don't agree?" Wen said

Huo Jingchen's lips are light, standing two meters away in front of her, his eyes are gloomy.

Why is her heart always so hard?

He can promise anything, but she will leave him.

Zhao Siqing didn't even dare to look into his eyes. The injury in his eyes would make her have an illusion that she had betrayed him.

Did not wait for a response, Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes son Wen said: "since so, that's OK."

She passed by him.

The soft little hand and his big hand brush lightly, Huo Jingchen subconsciously want to grasp her.

But after all, he had nothing in his hand.

*After she went to bed, Zhao Siqing was in a daze with a hot water bag, but she didn't feel sleepy.

For a long time, I finally fell asleep.

But she didn't sleep well that night.

She had another dream.

Dream, or that luxurious villa, or that she can not see the face of the man.

It was an evening when he came out of the bathroom with a change of pajamas.

After sweeping her eyes on the sofa, she walked up and took her into her arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. His eyes followed her: "what are you looking at?"

"TV series." She replied softly, not much enthusiasm in her voice.

He didn't ask again. After releasing her, he took several documents and sat on the other end of the sofa.

Zhao Siqing raised his eyes and looked at him. He was silent for a while and said slowly, "I'm going to have dinner with Nalan tomorrow."

He still looked at the document in his hand, and did not look up: "I sent someone to pick her up and tell the chef in advance what I want to eat."

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, a pair of clear apricot eyes looked at him directly, and said softly: "I haven't been out of the door in a month."

He looked over the document's hand movement, and after a few seconds, he looked up at her and whispered, "what do you want? I'll buy it for you. "

Zhao Siqing chuckled and said, "I just want to go out."

The man stared at her for a few seconds. After a while, he said slowly, "I'll go with you."

"I just want to talk to Nalan and go shopping. You don't have to accompany me," Zhao Siqing said

The man frowned, and the lip lifted gently. "No way."

She looked at him disappointed, and her eyes were full of sarcasm: "what am I in your eyes?"

The man's eyes were sinister, and he stared at her calmly without saying a word.

Zhao Siqing laughed at himself, threw down the pillow in his hand and turned back to the bedroom.

As the night deepened, the door was opened.

She lay with her back to the door, and she knew it was him.

Before long, a fiery arm circled her from behind and scooped her into her arms.

She drooped her eyes and didn't move. The man's lip fell gently on her neck. It was crispy and itchy. His kiss gradually moved to her ear. In a low voice, he said, "I'll send you there tomorrow morning and pick you up in two hours."

Her eyelashes quivered, still silent.

His voice sank a little, and he continued, "I can't hang up, I have to find you."