Chapter 440 kiss me

She quietly looked up at the man in front of her eyes and scratched her white fingers on the screen of her mobile phone.

She just wanted to ask what to do now?

Seeing her poke the screen absently, Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little and said slowly, "Zhao Siqing."

"Yes?" Zhao Siqing looks up at him.

Huo Jingchen said in a deep voice, "you say it's still up to me."

Zhao Siqing's throat is tight. He slowly finds the remark of "Zhu GUSHENG" against his cannibal eyes. Then he looks up at Huo Jingchen's face.

Seeing those three words, Huo Jingchen's lung almost exploded.

Note solitary life!

Note Gu Sheng

At the thought of having lived a heavy life, she still cursed herself to be lonely forever, and Huo Jingchen wanted to hit people angrily.

Zhao Siqing didn't dare to look up at all, just thought he was too angry.

He hung himself for so long and threw her birthday present.

She was not angry, but he was so angry.

It's really a gas bag.

In this way, Zhao Siqing silently opened a note to change his name. It should have been Huo Jingchen's three big characters before entering a Huo character. In the font prompt box, there were two words of Qi Bao.

Zhao Siqing didn't think about it. He chose it directly, and then a new note was generated.

One pass operation was not enough. Zhao Siqing stayed for a few seconds after finishing the modification.

Then suddenly respond to come over, subconsciously look up to Huo Jingchen.

What is she doing?

Huo Jingchen raised his lips, and his eyes were dangerous: "if I don't beat you today, your name is Dad, and I don't have Huo as my surname."

Half an hour later, Zhao Siqing came out of the guest room with disordered hair and red eyes. He seemed to be bullied by others. He ignored Huo Jingchen.

Huo Jingchen's face was cold and fierce, but his eyes were dark and dark, but he could not see anything unusual.

Of course, except for the lipstick marks on the shirt.

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in a flash, the Spring Festival is coming.

Zhao Siqing's relationship with Huo Jingchen is still modest. Huo Jingchen never explained his birthday, and still deliberately alienated her.

Zhao Siqing didn't contact him any more. Except for the teeth on his shoulder, it just seemed that nothing had happened.

This morning, before Zhao Siqing got up, he heard a lot of cars in the yard.

She rubbed her eyes and got up. Then she saw a tall man coming down from a dark green jeep. He had his hair cut in half an inch. He was wearing a pair of black boots for leisure.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, showing a smile, and Zhao Yancheng came back.

She bundled up her hair, changed her clothes and went downstairs.

When Zhao Siqing arrived downstairs, a man happened to push the door in. Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly, "Yancheng."

The man is tall, angular and cold, with a pair of eagle eyes.

It may be that the sun is shining all the year round, and the skin color is blackened, but it seems to be particularly dry and powerful.

"Sister." Zhao Yancheng's eyes fell on Zhao Siqing and softened a little.

Zhao Siqing pours into his arms, eyes moist.

He was silent since childhood. When she left, he said nothing. He followed Yang Jingqiu to the airport without much reaction.

But the day after she left, he packed up and left without leaving a word.

Six or seven years later, the boy who was about her height was so much higher than her, and the edges and corners were more distinct than before.

However, Zhao Siqing thought that he was still a little boy who liked to follow him silently.

Zhao Yancheng was brought back by Yang Jingqiu and Zhao Xing'an after their divorce. When they just got it back, it seemed that they were only four years old.