Every day, before long, the edge of Zhao Siqing's bookshelf was filled with a small row, each of which was of different colors and styles, so that she had more expectations for every day.
That day, Zhao Siqing arrived at the studio, and Xiaomi, the Secretary, held a bouquet of flowers and said, "doctor Zhao, today's flowers have cards."
Smell speech, Zhao Siqing looks up at the ball, still is a bunch of pink flowers, there is indeed a more card on the flowers than before, Zhao Siqing takes down the card and opens it gently, a line of short words is in the eye, the font is his at a glance.
I miss you so much, baby. ]Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, his ears were slightly red, and hurriedly closed the card.
Xiaomi looked at her reaction and couldn't help but stretch her neck and stand on tiptoe.
It's a pity that Zhao Siqing moves so fast that she doesn't see anything.
Zhao Siqing looked up slightly, and was looking at Xiaomi vaguely. His cheek was red a little: "I'm not going to work yet."
Xiaomi said with a smile: "I'm a little curious about what Huo Shao's love words will look like."
Hearing two words of love talk, Zhao Siqing's ears were scalded again, and he said, "go out quickly."
Xiaomi turned around and stepped back, squeezing Zhao Siqing's eyes.
Zhao Siqing was relieved when he was alone in the office.
Think of just Huo Jingchen's name, she can't help but drooping her eyes, her heart beating fast.
Before long, Huo Jingchen called directly.
Zhao Siqing was silent for a while and picked up the phone. A low voice came from the opposite side: "has Hua received it?"
"Yes." Zhao Siqing tried to calm his voice.
"Baby, when are you going home?" Huo Jingchen stood in front of the floor to floor window, put his hand in his pants pocket and spoke softly.
These days, his life is not easy.
He did not dare to press too hard for fear of hurting her.
I dare not let it go too loose. I'm afraid she really wants to escape.
So that he didn't know what to do now.
No one told him how to love, he just wanted to possess instinctively.
Listen to his ambiguous address, Zhao Siqing's face is hot, and the whole person is a little uneasy. "Huo Jingchen, speak well."
Huo Jingchen chuckled, "baby."
His voice is low and heavy, with a touch of gentle, unspeakable.
Zhao Siqing's face was reddish, and his eyes drooped as if he were calm. "I'm going to work, so I won't talk about it."
After that, Zhao Siqing plans to hang up.
Huo Jingchen called out to her, "wait a minute."
Zhao Siqing stops. I don't know what he wants.
"Give me a kiss." Huo Jingchen spoke in a deep voice, a little hoarse.
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and then said, "I've hung up."
Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes to cover the darkness of his eyes and said slowly, "kiss quickly, or I will kiss you in the past."
He was afraid that he would go mad if she was not hot or cold again.
He thinks a lot these days.
She doesn't like it. He will try to change it.
But he is still Huo Jingchen. He can't be the same as Lu Qian after all.
Zhao Siqing froze for a few seconds, listening to the shallow breath on the opposite side, hesitated for a while and said in a soft voice: "ace."
Smell speech, Huo Jingchen's face relaxed a few minutes, hang Mou way: "did not kiss arrive, owe first."
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, only to find out that he had calculated again.
She thought that she would kiss her over the phone. It would be better if he killed her.
Unexpectedly, she owed him in the end.