"Just let Tang Ji send it to me." Zhao Siqing spoke in a warm voice.

Huo Jingchen, with deep black eyes, has gone out, apparently not intending to listen to her.

Zhao Siqing looked at his figure without saying a word.

He only used steam to fumigate his head, which would make him more likely to have a headache.

But Zhao Siqing also knew that he was afraid that he could not stop him. After a standoff, he walked downstairs with him.

When he arrived downstairs, Huo Jingchen went to pick up the car. Zhao Siqing saw an aunt in her fifties guarding the stairs.

Zhao Siqing went up to the front and said, "Auntie, do you have a man's hat or scarf?"

"Just a moment."

Zhao Siqing nodded and waited.

After a while, the servant handed over a certain cap and a gray cashmere scarf to Zhao Siqing: "do you think this is OK?"

"Yes, thank you."

Zhao Siqing said thanks and turned to chase him out.

It's just another season, especially cold at night.

When Zhao Siqing saw that Huo Jingchen was already in the driver's seat, he got on the copilot.

As soon as she sat down, she put her hat on Huo Jingchen's head, and then put a cashmere scarf over his head.

Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows, as if he was dissatisfied, and turned to look at Zhao Siqing, who stretched out his hand and threw it into the back seat.

Zhao Siqing looks at him and doesn't move. Neither of them talks.

After a while, Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and said in a voice: "put it on."

Huo Jingchen's lip lifted: "ugly."

When Zhao Siqing thought of the pile of Medicine on the operating platform and the wine on the tea table, his anger suddenly rushed up: "Huo Jingchen, are you a child?"

Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds. It seemed that he had never seen her so angry.

For his deep eyes, Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and let out a light breath.

A few seconds later, Zhao Siqing turns around and takes back the hat and scarf of the rear seat, and directly buckles them on his head.

Huo Jingchen didn't move this time, and Zhao Siqing didn't speak any more.

Neither of them spoke and the car didn't start.

A moment later, Huo Jingchen slowly said, "I can't see the road."

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and turned to look at him. Only then did he find that the brim of his hat was too low, and that the scarf covered his eyes.

Zhao Siqing reaches out to tidy up for him again, Huo Jingchen starts the car directly.

He didn't move this time, but his brow was frowning all the time. He was obviously dissatisfied with the shape like Grandma wolf.

All the way to Zhao Siqing to the door, Zhao Siqing did not say a word with him directly into the door.

Huo Jingchen didn't leave immediately. He leaned against the door and looked at her and lit a cigarette. His eyes were dark.

I want to see her again, half a month later.

It's hard.

The scarf and cap were still around his head, still in the same shape.

Huo Jingchen carefully smoked the cigarette in his hand. He didn't turn around until the cigarette slowly burned to the butt.

*The next day, Zhao Siqing is doing psychotherapy for his clients.

Jiang Jingming suddenly burst in. Xiaomi, the Secretary, followed him closely and said: "Dr. Zhao I can't stop it. "

Zhao Siqing got up slowly and looked at Jiang Jingming.

Jiang Jingming was wearing a navy blue coat and a white sweater inside. His face was bright with a sense of youth, but his brow was full of domineering and arrogant.

After Jiang Jingming came in, he first smiled at Zhao Siqing, and then his eyes fell on the man at his desk.

"May I have twenty minutes, sir?" Jiang Jingming looked directly at the middle-aged man who had not yet got up. His eyes were wild, and he had no intention of discussing.