Chapter 277 nightmare

One by one, Zhao Siqing lost his mind and his heart grew sour.

Almost everything in the memo is related to her. There is nothing important about her. Most of them are trivial things that can't be further trivial.

However, he remembered it so carefully and displayed it one by one, which made her feel that she was carefully treasured.

From small to large, it seems that no one has ever been so careful and serious about her.

I have to admit that his love and forbearance made her feel frightened and uneasy, but unable to extricate herself from greed and extravagance, which were contradictory.

Zhao Siqing put his cell phone back gently and looked up at him with complicated eyes.

He is tall and upright, sitting in front of her small desk, but he is still extraordinarily upright and powerful.

He was wearing a simple white shirt, but he could not say how good-looking he was. He was a little less lazy when he focused on it. He wore a deep and cold coat, which only made people feel unfathomable.

Zhao Siqing felt that he had never seen through the man.

But Maybe as he said, it's true that he likes her.

*On that night, Yuan Yuan didn't come back. There were still only Zhao Siqing and Huo Jingchen at home.

Zhao Siqing lies on the bed and thinks for a while before falling asleep.

But before long, she had another dream.

In the dream, it is still the villa that has made her feel more familiar, and the man who can't see his face clearly.

That day, she stayed at home alone all day.

From him to the servant asking about dinner, she didn't say a word all day.

She was covered with a thin blanket, huddled on the sofa and stared at the movie that had been repeatedly played many times. Her eyes had no focal length and she did not know what she was thinking.

Until it was getting dark, she trembled and hid a fruit knife under the pillow.

Soon after, the man came back, Wensheng and she said a few words, see her silence, eyes cold and fierce a few points, also followed by silence.

She didn't eat much for dinner. After taking a bath, she went back to bed early.

The man is still busy. She is lying on the bed with her eyes open. She can't help touching the fruit knife under the pillow again and again. The whole person looks very uneasy.

Before long, the door was opened, she closed her eyes, and people huddled together, as if they were asleep.

When the man approached, he lowered his head and kissed her gently. In a low voice, he said, "Auntie said you watched TV all day."

She pretended to be asleep and didn't react at all.

He seems to have been used to it. After he went to bed on the other side, he reached out and scooped her into his arms.

At this time, Zhao Siqing's hand touched the fruit knife under the pillow, opened his eyes and directly put the knife on his neck.

She looked at him directly, her voice trembled: "divorce, let me go, or I will kill you."

The man's eyes were sinister, and he said slowly with a touch of sarcasm, "the servant said that you have lost a knife, and I know you have hidden it."

Zhao Siqing's lashes trembled slightly, and his hand holding the fruit knife turned white because of excessive force.

The man grabbed her hand and drove forward a few minutes. In a cold voice, he said, "don't want to kill me? I'll help you! "

The blade didn't enter his flesh and skin, and a cut was made in an instant. The blood was gushing and thick.

Zhao Siqing's eyes were deep and cruel. His eyes were red and his heart ached: "no No... "

Her two hands desperately grasp the handle of the knife, and her fingers are cut in the fight. The tears of pain also flow down.

His eyes fell on her hands and darkened.

He grabbed the fruit knife, threw it aside, got up, went to the living room, picked up the phone, "call the doctor!"

When the man came back, she saw that Zhao Siqing had picked up the fruit knife slowly. She sat beside the bed with the tip of the knife to herself, and her clear eyes looked at him with water light.