Chapter 377 I can't rest assured

Huo Jingchen accompanied her all the time to hang up the water before sending her home.

The car stopped in front of Yang Jingqiu's villa. Zhao Siqing looked at the man beside him and said softly, "I'm in."

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked at her directly, without making a sound.

Zhao Siqing takes his eyes back and plans to get off.

But the hand just landed on the doorknob, Huo Jingchen then pulled her back to the bosom, his big hand pressed her small head on his chest, lowered his eyes and whispered, "follow me back."

In his arms, Zhao Siqing said quietly for a few seconds, "today I've already told my mother."

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and whispered, "I can't rest assured."

Zhao Siqing couldn't help chuckling: "it's just a cold and a fever, or it will be better in two days."

Huo Jingchen didn't make a sound and held her tighter.

After a while, seeing that it began to snow outside, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but say, "go back quickly. It's not good if the snow is bigger."

"Yes." Huo Jingchen answered lightly, straightening her hair before her forehead, and said softly, "call me if you have something."

Zhao Siqing nodded and opened the door to get off.

Huo Jingchen got out of the car and went around to her side to watch her enter the door.

Zhao Siqing looks back at him and smiles at him.

In the world of flying snow and silver, her face is delicate and pure. When she looks at him, she has a light tenderness and warmth in her eyes.

That wipe smile, like flying snow Yinghua, like piercing the cold winter of a touch of sunrise.

Huo Jingchen couldn't help losing his mind.

He thought that he would probably never forget this scene in his life.

*When Zhao Siqing got home, Yang Jingqiu was reading the newspaper on the sofa. Hearing her movements, she looked up and sneered at her. "I didn't want to see her the other day, but I'm tired of it today."

Being punctured by Yang Jingqiu, Zhao Siqing was embarrassed.

It's true that Mingming didn't want to talk to him any more.

But as long as it took, she couldn't get angry with him.

"I tell you that Huo Jingchen will not change in his heart. The more he changes for you, the more terrible he will be." Yang Jingqiu put down the newspaper and looked at her with a cold voice. Her eyes were sharp.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, but did not expect that she would say so.

Yang Jingqiu stood up and said, "this can only prove that he has no choice but to achieve his goal, to endure what others can't bear, to do what others can't do, and the city is very deep."

"Mom, don't say that to him." Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

Yang Jingqiu looked at her and said with a sneer, "whatever you like, there is porridge in the pot."

Words fall, Yang Jingqiu turns to go up the second floor.

Zhao Siqing took a light breath, but didn't react very much.

After all, so many years ago, she was used to Yang Jingqiu.

Turn around and go to the kitchen to have a look. They are all congee dishes, just right.

Zhao Siqing simply ate a little and went upstairs to her bedroom. After taking a bath, she climbed directly to bed, feeling refreshed.

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Siqing sent a message to Huo Jingchen: "are you home? ]

Huo Jingchen's message quickly replied: "well."

Seeing this, Zhao Siqing ordered a few more words and said: "you have something to eat and have a rest earlier. Good night. "

This time, the news was like a sea of stone, no one replied.

Zhao Siqing didn't care, just because he was busy.

*

at night, 10 o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Siqing lies in bed, sleeps vaguely, and feels her side sink. Then she falls into a cold embrace.