Chapter 303 how do you always hold him

Yuan Yuan blinked at her with a big black eye, with suspicion in his eyes.

"Really, my sister promised. When new teeth grow out, Yuan Yuan is a more beautiful baby than before. " \B

Zhao Siqing coaxed for a while, and Li feiyuan finally stopped tears and went to wash.

Zhao Siqing turned his head and looked at the man on the bedside table lazily. He couldn't help kicking his feet: "it was you who scared him yesterday. How can you bully him all day?"

Huo Jingchen raised his lazy eyes and snorted, "then why do you always hold him?"

"I don't hold him, do I hold you? Can I hold you? " Zhao Siqing didn't speak up.

Huo Jingchen raised her long legs and tripped her.

Zhao Siqing fell directly into his arms and knocked on his strong chest. Before he could get back to his senses, he heard him whisper over his head: "if you can't hold it, you can hold it."

*It was another morning when Zhao Siqing hurried to the office again.

Before long, the Secretary knocked on the door and came in with a bunch of pale pink flowers in her arms, including Platycodon grandiflorum and Hydrangea, as well as some flowers that Zhao Siqing could not name, which were a little less gaudy and elegant.

"Dr. Zhao, there are your flowers again." The secretary came forward with a smile.

Zhao Siqing stopped the pen in his hand, looked at her and asked, "or the Mr. Huo?"

"Yes, I'll plug it in for you?" The Secretary nodded. Seeing that she received it yesterday, I thought it would be accepted today.

Who knows Zhao Siqing Wen's voice: "handle it in a low-key way, and don't accept it later."

The secretary was stunned for a few seconds: "ah? Don't have such beautiful flowers? "

"Yes."

"Really not?" \B

"really, go..." Zhao Siqing urges.

The secretary looked at Zhao Siqing in a tangled way, and saw that she really didn't hesitate, so he turned around and left with flowers in his arms, muttering softly.

Zhao Siqing took back his sight and continued to write a treatment plan.

Yesterday, because of a bunch of roses, Huo Jingchen and her have been quarreling for so long, where dare she collect them again?

Shortly after the secretary left, Zhao Siqing received a client.

More than an hour later, she was busy, and Huo Jingchen called in.

Huo Jingchen had just finished an early morning meeting, standing in front of the huge floor to ceiling window, and said in a deep voice, "have you received the flowers?"

Zhao Siqing stopped his pen and said slowly, "what flower?"

"No?" Huo Jingchen frowned and looked at the time.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds. He couldn't help but think of the pale pink flowers that the Secretary had just brought in. His throat was a little tight: "the pink ones?"

"Yes."

Zhao Siqing was silent, but he couldn't speak for a moment.

Huo Jingchen saw that she did not make a sound, and at that moment he thought of something. He frowned and said, "where is the flower?"

Zhao Siqing's heart is very weak. He stammered, "throw Throw it away. "

Huo Jingchen sneered. Last night, he spent two hours choosing flowers. She threw them happily: "didn't you read the message?"

"I didn't see I thought... It was sent by the same person yesterday, so... " Zhao Siqing's weak mouth made him want to cry without tears.

Before he finished, Huo Jingchen interrupted in a deep voice: "I'll see how I clean you up in the evening."

Then, I heard a "pa" call was hung up.

Zhao Siqing stared at the cut-off page for a few seconds, and hurriedly got up to look for the Secretary, some eager: "millet, just that bunch of flowers?"

The secretary looked at her blankly, "throw it away."