Huo Jingchen's head was suffering from severe pain, and his heart was blocked.

Seeing him let go of himself, Zhao Siqing slowly turned around. She watched his eyes turn red and said softly, "I'll go first."

Words fall, Zhao Siqing side by side from his side, take the bag left in a hurry.

Huo Jingchen returned to her senses, subconsciously reached for her wrist, and his voice was hoarse: "Qingqing, I......"

At the moment of his touch, Zhao Siqing was stiff and his eyes fell on his hand.

Huo's subconscious is open, as if she is afraid of disgust.

Zhao Siqing looked up at him and said softly, "Huo Jingchen, born noble is your luck, but it should not be your reason to trample others."

Then Zhao Siqing turned around and left, unable to even pull up the zipper on his back.

When the door slammed shut, Huo Jingchen stood in the same place and lost his mind. His deep eyes were full of evil and crimson.

"Ah!"

After a long time, he roared loudly and his eyes were splitting. He knocked over the things on his desk and smashed them on the ground.

There was a loud bang in the office. The air pressure was terrible.

Huo Jingchen is like a raging lion, suffering but no place to vent.

He's a jerk!

He's a bastard!

He just wants to be nice to her, but why does he always seem to hurt her?

But Qing Qing, why can you hold so many people in your heart? And I can't hold anyone but you

Huo Jingchen hangs down his eyes, covering the astringency of the fundus.

I can't help loving you, occupying you and plundering you.

*After Zhao Siqing got into the elevator, he could not help but tidy up his skirt.

After leaving the holly group building, she took a taxi straight home.

Turn out the box and pack up some clothes, then take a taxi directly back to Yang Jingqiu.

Yang Jingqiu lives in a duplex villa with an area of 1670 square meters, which is not too large, but enough.

Yang Jingqiu didn't like servants, so there was no one in the big house.

After Zhao Siqing opened the door, he dragged his suitcase into the living room and looked at the familiar things in a trance.

When Yang Jingqiu forced her to go abroad regardless of her wishes, she never came back in these six years.

I just didn't expect to come back under such circumstances after such a long time.

Zhao Siqing carried his suitcase up to the second floor, pushed open his bedroom door, and walked in slowly.

The bedroom is sunny, and the bed and dresser are covered with dust covers. Although they look spotless, the warm sunshine can still see the fine dust floating in the air, which is inexplicably warm.

She put the clothes in the cupboard and cleaned them, but she was still a little absent-minded.

She plans to separate from Huo Jingchen for a while, calm down and think about the future.

These days, she seems to be dazed by the throb.

All she saw was his good, immersed in his protection and love, but she forgot that he was the one who was ruthless and unswerving.

As for Lu Qian

Zhao Siqing doesn't know how he can help him. In this situation, I'm afraid that his help will only hurt Lu Qian's self-esteem.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Yang Jingqiu comes back from outside.

After opening the door, I saw that the light in my home was on and there was a touch of heat in the kitchen.

Before long, Zhao Siqing walked out with the meal, looked at her and whispered, "eat."