Chapter 275 gifts

Huo Jingchen obviously thought of this, and frowned.

Xie Yumian's professional level is good. In the past few years, Qing Qing was in poor health. He often asked Xie Yumian to help him take care of her.

He was also used to this life. When Zhao Siqing was injured, he happened to go to Xie Yumian's hospital. He habitually contacted her.

I thought it was just a meeting. As long as we avoid contact in the future, there should be no intersection between the two.

Unexpectedly, they became friends again.

As soon as Huo Jingchen thought that the gun that Zhao Siqing committed suicide was given by Xie Yumian, he did not hope that Zhao Siqing and Xie Yumian would meet again.

After a few seconds of silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "stay away from her."

"Why?" Zhao Siqing stopped to look at him and asked softly.

Huo Jingchen is silent again. He doesn't know how to explain it.

At one time, he thought Xie Yumian was gentle and gentle, but he never thought that she would become the accomplice of Zhao Siqing's suicide.

Zhao Siqing looked at his dark eyes and could feel his complicated mood. He could not help but whisper: "what's the matter?"

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked at her directly and said slowly, "nothing."

Even if he doesn't want her to have too much contact with Xie Yumian, in the end, she actually hates him.

If it wasn't for him, how could she have died that way.

She wanted to get back at him and watch him suffer.

He was even more afraid that no matter how hard he tried, the end could not be changed.

"Huo Jingchen, are you ok?" When Zhao Siqing saw him immersed in his thoughts, he spoke softly.

Huo Jingchen returned to her mind, and his dark eyes looked directly at her and said slowly, "it's OK."

*A week later, Zhao Siqing lay down more than nine o'clock before he got up.

After getting up, see Huo Jingchen also just wake up, cannot help but warm voice way: "what to eat in the morning?"

Huo Jingchen slowly sat up from the bed, holding a wad of quilts, and turned a deaf ear to Zhao Siqing's words. His face was still a little sluggish. Obviously, people were not fully awake.

Zhao Siqing couldn't help but smile. He just thought that his dull appearance was more lovely than the cold.

Zhao Siqing didn't ask him any more. He turned over the refrigerator and went into the kitchen. He was going to cook some tomato and beef noodles. It was easy to solve the problem in the morning and lunch.

She cut the tomatoes, fried them in the frying pan, and then added the underwater noodles.

Before long, the kitchen door was pushed open. Huo Jingchen didn't know when to get up. He leaned against the door frame of the kitchen with his arms in his hands and watched her busy.

"Go and wash. It'll be all right in a moment." Zhao Siqing spoke in a warm voice.

Huo Jingchen didn't make a sound. After a moment of silence, he turned around and came back. He had a silver gray gift box in his hand and put it on the kitchen console.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and turned to look at him: "what is it?"

"Here you are." Huo Jingchen paused and continued, "gift."

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and opened the gift box slowly.

In the eyes, it is still a pair of ceramic cups, but it is different from the previous pair. This time, one of the two cups is her abstract painting, wearing a pink bubble sleeve nightdress, holding a doll bear, silly. The other is Huo Jingchen's abstract painting, wearing a blue household suit, rubbing his eyes with one hand, bleary eyed, especially cute.

Zhao Siqing took out the two cups and looked at them carefully in his hand, only to find that there were several crooked words on the cup.