Chapter 413 happy birthday

If he really made Zhao Siqing's idea, Huo Jingchen would have to fight with him.

While Gu Anhui, who was sitting on the side of a man, saw Zhao Siqing for a moment, and his face was also delicate.

She actually came.

This Jiang Jingming really helped Zhao Siqing. She made so many courtesies to him, thinking that he could help her to say a few good words in front of Huo Jingchen, but he didn't hesitate to do so.

Unexpectedly, Huo Jingchen made it clear that he didn't want to see Zhao Siqing, but he just ran to pick up people!

Gu Anhui turns her head to look at Huo Jingchen in the corner and slowly drops her eyes.

What if he came? He wanted to see if Huo Jingchen would give her a good face.

*After entering the box, Zhao Siqing's eyes swept over the people one by one.

Before long, her eyes stopped on a single sofa in the corner. The man on the sofa was half covered in the shadow, almost unable to see clearly.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with two unbuttoned necklines and a slight drooping eyes smoking.

In front of him was a single round low table with a glass of wine, a box of cigarettes and a mobile phone.

Zhao Siqing looks at him a little lost. He seems to be addicted to his own world, which is different from the noisy box. No one dares to disturb him. He just sits in the corner in silence, not even aware of her coming.

Zhao Siqing has no reason to be upset. He only thinks that if his name was not written on the one meter long cake on the tea table, no one would believe that he is the leading actor today.

Zhao Siqing walked towards him slowly. For a while, the noisy box was quiet.

Gu Anhui looks at Zhao Siqing's line of sight, which is a bit sinister. Ah, she waits to see her hit the wall, and then her face is ruined.

A man looked at Jiang Jingming and said in a low voice, "Er Shao, is this OK?"

"I don't know," Jiang Jingming said lightly with a cigarette in his mouth

When Zhao Siqing approached, he could see his face was too pale. He stared at the short table in front of him and lost his mind. His eyes did not focus at all. It seemed that he could not extricate himself from some kind of memory.

Zhao Siqing only felt the acid and astringency that her chest couldn't say. She stopped beside him and touched his hair: "Huo Jingchen."

Her actions made the box quiet again. The drinker held the cup still, and the singer stopped singing until half of the time. At one time, both eyes fell on them.

Someone gloated and waited to see a good play.

Someone frowned, a little worried.

There are also people who can't bear it. They are afraid that Zhao Siqing will be hurt.

In a word, almost everyone knows that Huo Jingchen can't be offended at this time, and nobody dares to.

Hearing the familiar voice, Huo Jingchen slowly raised his head, a pair of dark black eyes looked directly at Zhao Siqing, lost his mind for a long time.

After a while, the eyes finally began to focus. His voice was low and he said slowly, "you are back at last."

He knew she would come back.

He knew that she still couldn't bear her.

He chuckled and his eyes were sour.

Zhao Siqing was in a trance and asked softly, "what?"

Huo Jingchen gradually came back to his senses. In fact, he confused reality with his previous life

Huo Jingchen pulled her to his leg, tightly encircling her waist, his hands tighter and tighter: "give me a hug."

Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you don't answer my phone."

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and whispered, "well, I'm not good."