Chapter 421 self knowledge

Heaven testifys.

His heart is pure!

He asked him to watch Zhao Siqing's movements and protect her. How can he protect her if he doesn't?

Hearing Tang Zhi's words, Huo Jingchen sneered and said, "you think more, you don't have personality at all."

After talking, Huo Jingchen hung up the phone and was very angry when he thought about Tang Zhi peeping into Zhao Siqing's room.

After thinking about it, Huo Jingchen dialed back again and said in a low voice: "you'd better pray that you don't see anything, or I'll let you not see the sun tomorrow."

Without waiting for Tang Zhi to speak, Huo Jingchen threw his mobile phone on his desk.

Tang Ji listens to the busy voice on the phone and wants to cry without tears.

What can he see when the curtain is two meters thick?

This job is out of the question

*At seven o'clock in the evening, Huo Jingchen is studying Chen Shixiong with Shen Jingzhe.

Tang Zhi's call came back.

"President, Dr. Zhao seems to have a fever. I saw someone come to deliver the medicine," said Tang

Huo Jingchen's brow and heart gradually twisted, and his voice was hoarse: "I see."

Hang up the phone, Huo Jingchen Chen Chen Shixiong things to song Huaijin a few people, he is straight to Yang Jingqiu's duplex villa.

Zhao Siqing's side of the fire is hazy, and his consciousness is not very clear.

I only think that the illness left so fast the other day because it didn't burn at all. This relapse seems to be coming. I didn't even get rid of it after taking three times of medicine.

After prying the door lock, Huo went straight up to the second floor.

Yang Jingqiu's absence saves him a lot of trouble.

Huo Jingchen pushed the door to Zhao Siqing's bedroom and saw the woman on the bed huddled under the bed quilt.

Her hair is messy, her face is burning red, and her eyebrows are slightly twisted. She looks very uncomfortable.

Huo Jingchen's eyes are dark. It's clear that they were fine last night. How could they suddenly burn so badly.

Zhao Siqing will be in a daze. He only feels that there is a cool hand on his forehead in the haze, which can't be said to be comfortable.

Huo Jingchen probed the temperature of her forehead and frowned tightly.

He got up to soak two cool towels for her first, but he just moved. A soft little hand climbed up and held his hand tightly.

Huo Jingchen kissed her face gently and said in a low voice, "darling."

Zhao Siqing frowned and didn't move. The whole body seemed to be in a blaze. It was cold and hot, and the hair was empty for no reason.

Huo broke off her hand and put it back into the quilt. He went to the bathroom to soak the towel and put it on her forehead. Then he looked at the medicine on the head of the bed and forced her to pour it down a little. Then he took a quilt and put it on her.

After finishing, Huo Jingchen kept her side and patted her across the quilt.

In this sleep, Zhao Siqing slept very unsteadily. There was a thin sweat on her forehead, and her frown seemed to be immersed in some kind of nightmare.

She's dreaming again.

It's still the villa and the man.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it was very dark, but the villa was full of lights.

She sat on the sofa in the living room of the villa, her face turned white, staring at the front line of vision without focus.

Before long, the man in the black suit came back. Seeing her sitting there, she lost her mind. She twisted her eyebrows and went to the front and said, "the servant said you haven't eaten in a day."

She didn't make a sound. She didn't hear anything. She didn't respond at all.

The man took off his coat and handed it to the servant. He sat on her side and pulled her hand. Wen said, "what do you want? I'll make it for you."