Chapter 422 no use is love

She is close, Zhao Siqing seems to be able to feel the cool breath on his body, with a touch of clearness, as if he is familiar with it.

She gradually regained her mind, turned her head to him and said slowly, "Nalan Is that true? "

Her voice was so low and dumb that Zhao Siqing himself was unfamiliar.

See her mention Nalan, the man's eyes condense a few minutes, lips light pursed did not make a sound.

She looked at him with red eyes and chuckled, "did you know that long ago?"

The man looked at her pale face, silent for a few seconds, slowly said: "yes."

Zhao Siqing chuckled, his eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, and even her chest seemed to have an unspeakable plaintive voice. She was so depressed that she could hardly breathe: "when are you going to hide from me?"

The man looked at her and said nothing.

Zhao Siqing smiled and his eyelashes were stained with tears. "You didn't expect me to know so soon? How long do you think you can keep it from me? "

Then she lowered her eyes and turned to the bedroom.

The man reached for her and seemed to want to say something.

She pushed him away and took a few steps back: "don't touch me, you lunatic!"

Smell speech, the man's face gradually sank down, the Mou color also then becomes sinister, his lips light pursed, silent for a few seconds drooping Mou way: "I will let the servant send you the rice in a moment."

Zhao Siqing's eyes flashed a hint of sarcasm, but he didn't make a sound.

Is there any need to eat?

What's the point of her living like this

When Zhao Siqing returned to the bedroom, he locked the door tightly.

At the thought of Nalan Yanran, the tears would slide down uncontrollably, one by one, crystal clear, like a broken pearl.

Huo Jingchen watched her for a short time, then saw her begin to sob in a low voice, immediately wring up the brow, calling her in a low voice.

"Qing Qing Wake up. "

His voice was low, but Zhao Siqing slept heavily because of the fever and didn't wake up.

Tears rolled down her face silently, and Huo's heart tightened.

Zhao Siqing is still in a nightmare. She smashes the things in her bedroom, smashes the delicate decorations and China to the ground.

It's her It's all because of her.

Otherwise, Nalan Yanran would not

"Zhao Siqing, I said for the last time, open the door." Outside the door is the voice of men's cold and ferocious, giving an ultimatum.

Zhao Siqing sat in a mess crying and did not respond.

Until the door "bang" was kicked open, the man came in with a calm face.

With this loud noise, Zhao Siqing suddenly woke up.

She raised her hand and touched her cheek, which was cold and moist, which made her a little trance.

What happened to Nalan Yanran?

How could she be so angry.

Zhao Siqing's crying head hurt even more. He opened his eyes stupidly. His vision was blurred, but he still recognized the person in a blur.

"Huo Jingchen," she said softly

"Yes."

Zhao Siqing looked at him, his eyes were red, and his voice was choking with sobs Dream again. "

Huo Jingchen's eyes were deep and his throat was fretting. "I know," he said slowly

"I Dream of Nalan Yanran Something happened. " Zhao Siqing spoke in a low voice, but couldn't figure out how he could dream such a strange dream.

This time, there's even Nalan in the dream.

Seeing her stunned, Huo Jingchen cut her hair and whispered, "it's OK."

Zhao Siqing's mind was in a mess, his eyes could not open, and he soon closed again.