"Huo Jingchen..." Zhao Siqing reached for him and spoke softly.
Huo Jingchen turned to look at her, his voice softened a little: "you go back to the bus."
Zhao Siqing stood still and shook his head gently.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, looking at the direction of the crowd and saying coldly, "Jiang Jingming, send her back!"
Hearing this, Jiang Jingming stopped Zhao Siqing and said, "go back, do you want to go or do I have to carry it?"
Zhao Siqing's eyes leaped over him and landed on Huo Jingchen's back.
A few seconds later, she followed Jiang Jingming back.
Shortly after she left, Huo Jingchen approached Ge Xinbo, and raised his hand with a big slap on Ge Xinbo's face. His eyes were sinister: "why, can't you still draw?"
Ge Xinbo was stupefied for a few seconds, and the whole person was a little confused about the eyes.
"Huo Shao, it's my fault this time. I will come to make amends myself some other day, and you will spare me one time."
Huo Jingchen got up slowly, lit a cigarette, looked down at him, "which hand touched it?"
Ge Xinbo was stunned for a few seconds and retracted the broken wrist.
Huo Jingchen raised his lips and his eyes were cruel. He raised his feet and stepped on his other hand.
On the other side, Zhao Siqing didn't go far. She heard a heartrending cry from behind. She could hear that it was the man's.
Zhao Siqing stopped and couldn't help turning around.
Jiang Jingming reaches out and stops her: "sister, listen to brother's advice, you won't want to see it."
Zhao Siqing whispered, "I know, I don't care about that man's life or death, but I don't want Huo Jingchen because I'm like this."
Smell speech, Jiang Jingming didn't make a sound, slowly back hand didn't stop her.
When Zhao Siqing turned around, he saw the man lying on the ground, his hands like being trampled off, full of blood.
Huo Jingchen, with cruel eyes, stood on his side, with a sneer on his lips.
Her face turned white, but she still stepped forward quickly, grabbed his arm, looked at him and said softly, "go home, that's enough."
Huo Jingchen stared at her for a few seconds, looked at her slightly wet eyes and white face, slowly lowered his eyes to cover the dark under his eyes, and said softly, "OK."
Zhao Siqing made a smile at him.
Huo Jingchen lifted his eyelids, glanced at the man on the ground with gloomy eyes, and then led Zhao Siqing to whisper, "go home."
Jiang Jingming stood in front of the crowd, lit a cigarette and watched the man on the ground silent.
Someone nearby couldn't help saying, "brother Jiang, how can I look at Huo Shaona's woman a little familiar?"
"I just thought it was a little bit, but I didn't remember it for a long time..."
Jiang Jingming had a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke obscured his face.
He chuckled and said lightly: "fairy sister, can you not be familiar with her?"
Smell speech, a few people are chatting and laughing at a side not to make a sound: "Jiang Shao, this woman Huo Shao really has not chased?"
Jiang Jingming turned his head and gave him a look, and dangerong said, "why, do you want to try?"
The man flustered and waved: "no No, I'm just curious. Just ask Just ask. "
However, Jiang Jingming met him not long ago and asked Zhao Siqing if he could touch the man, but his legs and stomach were shaking and he couldn't say a word.