Chapter 441 are you married?

Zhao Siqing is curious about the new baby.

But he was very good, and seldom spoke, with only one pair of eyes like black round beans, with a little indifference that did not belong to that age.

Yang Jingqiu told her that this was her younger brother, Zhao Yancheng.

Zhao Siqing didn't know who his father was and never asked.

I only know that in my life of more than ten years later, I have a quiet little tail to protect myself silently.

Zhao Yancheng raised his hand and gently fell on her head, comforting her, saying nothing.

Yang Jingqiu looked up at him, but did not make a sound. He continued to make dumplings.

Zhao Siqing felt novel and couldn't help but take a look.

In a neat dumpling, two rows of unidentified objects, like rugby, are very abrupt. One by one, they are paralyzed on the vegetable board like no bones, and gradually collapse into an oval shape.

Zhao Siqing couldn't help laughing, but she didn't think it was easy for Ms. Yang to do it herself.

So we should give praise and affirmation.

"Mom, that's a nice pie."

The servant on one side couldn't help laughing. Yang Jingqiu's action was a meal.

She looked up at Zhao Siqing and said slowly, "mom knows you like it."

Zhao Siqing:

She doesn't want to eat, such dumplings will definitely spread when cooked.

Zhao Yancheng took a bath and went downstairs. He glanced at the two servants sitting by Yang Jingqiu's side, but did not make a sound.

In the same way, the two men were also alert when they were swept by his eyes.

After a few seconds of tension, the silence eased.

Finally, at dinner time, all the broken dumplings of Yang Jingqiu went into Zhao Yancheng's stomach. In order to appease Yang Jingqiu, Zhao Siqing ate two symbolically.

As for Yang Jingqiu, well, she didn't eat a single one because she was too disgusted.

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the sound of firecrackers outside the window is incessant, and the house is full of lights.

The Spring Festival Gala on TV is singing happily. There is a layer of slow steam in the window.

Zhao Siqing's eyes softened.

This seems to be what she envied countless times.

But it took years before she finally understood.

Only when you become a warm and happy person will your home become warm and happy.

Before long, Huo Jingchen called.

Zhao Siqing looked at it and was in a trance. After meeting at the annual meeting last time, he called her for the first time.

Zhao Siqing got up and went back to his room. He didn't pick up until he was quiet. "Happy new year, Mr. Huo."

Huo Jingchen:

In a word, Mr. Huo choked back the original words of Huo Jingchen.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "I miss you."

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound, just listened to his shallow breath.

Silence for a moment, Zhao Siqing asked softly: "do you want to cross the new year together?"

Huo Jingchen's voice was low and dumb. He said slowly, "do you want to step on me like this?"

Zhao Siqing was stupefied for a few seconds, and his face turned red instantly: "Huo Jingchen, I haven't seen you for several days, you are becoming more and more shameless."

He chuckled as if in a good mood.

In fact, he has too much to say, but at this time, he can't say anything.

He thought it would be better to listen to her voice.

"What's your wish for the new year?" Huo Jingchen stood on the balcony, lit a cigarette and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Siqing thought about it, but he didn't think of anything for a while.

Now, her only wish is that those who hurt Xiaoxi can bend the law. No matter how many, it seems that she has not dared to expect.

His low voice came from the microphone again: "how about being Mrs. Huo?"