Chapter 332 my Qing Qing

Huo Jingchen is afraid to bully her and cry again. He tucks her in and says, "I'll go when you fall asleep."

Zhao Siqing blinked at his silence and stared at him with big eyes.

But after all, she couldn't stand her eyelids and fell asleep.

Huo Jingchen looked at him with gentle eyes, and said softly, "I have no conscience."

Zhao Siqing fell asleep, unable to give him any response.

Huo Jingchen kissed her on the cheek and whispered, "good night."

*

before Huo Jingchen left, he dimmed the light in the room, and then went to the outer bedroom.

It's hard to sleep in a soft big bed, but he doesn't sleep well.

He had a long dream, in which he lived many years alone.

Countless cold nights, the empty villa, he alone, can no longer see her figure.

Those once sweet, love hate, pain, are never seen again.

All that remains is the boundless solitude.

The picture is finally fixed in a dark night, dark study without lights on.

Only the faint moonlight outside the window came in. He sat at his desk, holding his cell phone, and dialing her number with his fingertips quivering.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off. Please call again later..." \B

he slowly put down the phone and smiled.

It's still the cold mechanical sound, she will never come back.

He looked forward to one day countless times, he could hear her voice, and he looked forward to seeing her figure as soon as he went home.

But she never appeared again. She turned into a cold tombstone and was buried in the back garden of the villa.

He planted many flowers beside her tombstone, and he asked many gardeners to take good care of them.

But he seldom goes, because in this way, he can cheat himself that she is still alive.

Day after day, spring and autumn come.

Her number finally became an empty number, and her shadow in the room became less and less.

He tried to catch something, but he could not keep anything.

He began to think that he could not sleep for a long time, so that at least she would come back to see him in her dream. Whether it was love, hate or indifference, he always thought, even if he could see her again.

But he is always insomnia, tossing and turning all night is always difficult to sleep.

He couldn't help thinking that if he could sleep forever like this, he could live in the same world with her again.

"Qing Qing!"

Huo Jingchen dreamt of her death in her arms again, and suddenly woke up from her sleep, covered with cold sweat and pale face.

Huo Jingchen sat on the bed for a few seconds, his heart was blocked and he felt pain.

He slowly got up and drank some water. He didn't wake up until the cool liquid slipped through his stomach.

After a while, Huo Jingchen gently pushed open the door of the inner bedroom.

It was not until he saw the woman sleeping peacefully in bed that his heart gradually recovered.

She would not know how afraid he was after she was captured by Chen Shixiong.

He called her again and again, but he couldn't wait for a response.

He was afraid that suddenly everything was just a dream, and finally waiting for him was still her cold tombstone.

Huo Jingchen's hand is in his heart, and his heart still hurts.

Qing Qing My Qing Qing What can I do with you.

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the next day, Zhao Siqing woke up early and felt refreshed and full of blood.

Turning to see the bed empty, Zhao Siqing slightly relieved.

Can just get up, but almost stepped on a man.