Huo Jingchen's face was a little dark, and he tried to resist the impulse of beating Tang Zhi violently.
After a while, her cold voice came over the phone: "I have broken up with him, and his business has nothing to do with me in the future."
Tang Zhi was stunned for a few seconds and said: "but But the president is dying... "
Zhao Siqing paused, and said again, "a couple, good or bad, tell him to go all the way for me."
The words fall, don't wait for Tang to end to open again, Zhao Siqing has already hung up the phone.
Tang Zhi is a bit silly. He doesn't know what to do when he looks at Huo Jingchen.
Huo Jingchen did not make a sound, as if he was trying to restrain something.
On the other side, Zhao Siqing hangs up and leans back in his chair.
She could see that he had a problem, so she was willing to give him time and consideration.
But that doesn't mean she can accept that he's keeping her out of the door even if he's hurt that badly.
If he doesn't need her at this time, does that mean he doesn't need her at any time.
It's just emotion. Kindness is kindness.
Anyway, Huo Jingchen is injured. She can't stand by and ignore her.
Now that the wound is healed, let her owe him one more time.
*
for more than a week, they were completely disconnected, and Tang Zhi never called again.
Until this Sunday, at eleven o'clock in the night.
"Dr. Zhao, the president has a headache. Please go to Siyu mansion."
Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and said, "Tang Zhi, tell Huo Jingchen not to be so childish again."
"This time it's true," said Tang. He hasn't slept for several days, and has been... "
Tang Zhi seems to be trying to say something, but at last he has to bear it.
Listening to her words, Zhao Siqing was silent for a while, then whispered: "if he really has a headache, then he should find a real doctor, I believe there will be many experts willing to serve him."
Then Zhao Siqing hung up the phone and leaned against the bed to look at the clock on the wall.
What's Tang Ji's unfinished words?
Before long, the phone rang again.
Zhao Siqing looked at a strange number, hesitated for a while, then she picked it up: "hello."
There was a low, sandy voice in the microphone, with a strong voice: "Zhao Siqing, I want to see you in half an hour, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Without waiting for Zhao Siqing to speak, the phone "banged" to hang up.
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds. It was Huo Jingchen.
His voice sounded like a tremor, something to be restrained and forbearing.
Zhao Siqing dropped his eyes and told himself not to be soft.
If you break it clean, you shouldn't break it like this.
Before long, without waiting for Zhao Siqing to fall asleep, I could vaguely hear a fight outside.
Zhao Siqing frowned, not like TV.
Just going to have a look, he heard a bang. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. Tang Ji came in with a few black bodyguards without expression.
"Offended."
Zhao Siqing had no time to wonder if Tang Zhi she knew was the one in front of her, so two bodyguards came up and wrapped her in a quilt and carried her directly.
Rao is Zhao Siqing's gentle nature. At the moment, he just wants to scold MMP
Being carried downstairs all the way, Zhao Siqing has lost his temper. He has been discussing with Tang Ji: "can I walk alone if you let me down? Can I go? "
Tang Ji's face was expressionless, as if he had not heard her at all.