Chapter 417 notes to orphans

Jiang Jingming was stunned for a few seconds, but did not expect that she would ask such a question.

He was silent for a moment and said slowly, "I don't know."

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing didn't ask any more. Jiang Jingming said, "what do you want to do?"

Zhao Siqing said softly, "just thinking Does Huo Jingchen want to break up with me

Jiang Jingming was stunned for a few seconds this time, and then said, "what do you think? It's impossible!"

"But just now you saw that he didn't want me to come. I just can't figure out why anyone can come to his birthday, but he just doesn't want to see me. " Zhao Siqing spoke softly and looked out the window at the empty one. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Jiang Jingming frowned and didn't know how to answer.

Huo Jingchen's mind has been heavier than others since he was young. Even for so many years, he often couldn't see what he was thinking.

But he and Huo Jingchen have known each other for so many years, and still can understand his attitude towards Zhao Siqing.

After half a car ride, Zhao Siqing suddenly found his mobile phone in the box and asked Jiang Jingming to turn around.

Jiang Jingming sneered at him and hit the steering wheel: "I said you grow your head to look good?"

"I look good without a head." Zhao Siqing's voice argued.

Jiang Jingming sneered and said, "you are confident."

Zhao Siqing didn't have the heart to quarrel with him. He continued to stare out of the window.

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on the other side, Huo Jingchen smoked a cigarette before returning to the box.

The gifts left by Zhao Siqing are quietly put on the round table. The dark blue gift box is exquisite and beautiful.

Huo Jingchen sat on the sofa and watched the gift box lose his mind. His fingertips trembled slowly and fell on the gift box.

It's a gift from her.

It's her birthday present

But even if Huo Jingchen told himself again and again, the scene of that night still emerged uncontrollably.

She was also wearing a white dress.

But after all, in his full expectation.

She gave him a gun.

It was her death.

The sound of gunfire swept through the memory and rushed to the scene.

Huo Jingchen slowly took back his hand. What changed in front of him was the way she fell into the pool of blood.

He lowered his eyes, but he could see that her face was becoming paler and more transparent.

Yan Hong's bloodstain can't stop, overflowing from his fingers, trickling down, shocking.

She gave him a very shallow smile, as if she could finally free herself.

Huo Jingchen wet his eyes and stroked his heart and mouth with one hand. He felt the pain hard to breathe.

Qing Qing, you are really cruel.

He told himself again and again that everything had come back, but the more he told himself in this way, the more he could not distinguish between vanity and reality, between this life and previous life.

Huo Jingchen slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the gift box in front of him. His eyes were dark red.

A few seconds later, he tightly picked up the gift box and turned out of the box.

Song Huaijin froze for a few seconds, frowned and hurriedly followed.

Huo Jingchen walked all the way to the garbage can downstairs and slowly tightened his hand on the gift box, which seemed to be reluctant or difficult to choose.

Remembering the scene of her death in her arms, Huo Jingchen lowered her eyes and threw the gift into the garbage can with a bang, without hesitation.

Song Huaijin came out to see this scene, frowned and reminded: "the gift is from Zhao Siqing."

Huo Jingchen's lips are light and his eyes are drooping. "I know," he says slowly

He can never have a birthday present, but he wants her to live forever.

Huo Jingchen takes back his sight and plans to leave.

Just turned around, he was stunned.

Zhao Siqing stood a few meters away and looked at him dejectedly.