Zhao Siqing looked at him and said: "Huo Jingchen, calm down. Li Feihuan has prepared the same cup with great pains. In the end, it's to stimulate you."
Huo Jingchen sneered, with a smile on his eyes: "so you would not accept me, but would like to accept his gift."
Zhao Siqing looked at him and wondered how he could relate such two unrelated matters.
She looked at him and patiently explained, "it's different, and he gave the gift in the name of yuan yuan."
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, and some of them looked at her with hurt, and said slowly, "it's one thing."
Zhao Siqing is in a trance. He doesn't know how to explain.
Huo Jingchen pulled the corners of his lips, smiled and slammed the door to leave.
Zhao Siqing looks at the closed door and slowly sits on the sofa.
What does it have to do with her accepting Li Feihuan's gift that she didn't accept him?
Zhao Siqing was stunned and didn't figure out what he thought.
Seeing her sitting on the sofa, Li feiyuan frowned, put the cup in his hand on the tea table, and climbed up the sofa with short legs.
Zhao Siqing turned to look at him. Before he could get back to his senses, he felt a smell of milk.
Little baozi felt that he was in a bad mood. He stood beside her and held her gently.
As if afraid that she is sad, learn the way of adults, with a small, fleshy hand, gently patting her back.
Zhao Siqing smiled and held him in his arms. Wen said, "thank you, Yuanyuan. My sister is OK."
Li feiyuan looked at her directly with black and bright eyes, but did not speak.
Zhao Siqing reached out and touched his little head. He didn't expect Li Feihuan to use it even for children.
However, she thought that Huo Jingchen would not be blind to such a bad trick.
But what is he angry with?
Or is he angry that she can understand, but it's not worth it?
Air bag
Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing turned out his mobile phone and changed Huo Jingchen's remarks. The original "huoshijing" was changed to "huoqibao".
After thinking about it, I added a white bun expression.
*After Huo Jingchen left, he asked Jiang Jingming to go to a club that he often went to.
When Jiang Jingming arrived, he saw Huo Jingchen beside the billiards case, bowing to kick off.
A loud bang, followed by several powerful collisions, scattered the ball.
He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The cuffs of his shirt were pulled up a little, and he stared at the scattered ball, as if he was trying to resist the fire.
Jiang Jingming picked up a club and went to the other side of the table. He took a look at him and said, "are you taking gun medicine?"
Just after kick-off, he hit a stroke directly.
After a bang, the ball came in.
Jiang continued, scoring three goals in a row, and then it was Huo Jingchen's turn.
Huo Jingchen's lips are light, and he takes aim and hits hard!
The ball on the table case was greatly impacted. It was scattered fiercely and the table tennis was touched randomly, but none of them was scored.
At the thought of her refusing herself but accepting Li Feihuan's gift, his heart and mouth started a vicious fire and wanted to explode.
Does she think Li Feihuan is also good?
Gentle and polite?
Think of this, Huo Jingchen's face is more ugly, once again out of the pole, and a loud noise.
Seeing that his mind was not on the ball, Jiang Jingming also hit two shots casually.
Huo Jingchen didn't care about him either. He moved around the table and made a noise.