477 I can't move

After uncle Zhong left, he never appeared again, and no one in the Huo family appeared.

Apart from the servants, she and Huo Jingchen are the only ones on the fifth floor. They are not constrained, but rather comfortable.

Towards noon, the servant retired after dinner.

Huo Jingchen sat at the dining table, looked at the dishes and chopsticks in front of him, then looked at Zhao Siqing and said in a deep voice, "baby, I can't move."

Zhao Siqing handed the spoon to him and said, "try it with your left hand."

Huo Jingchen's face remained unchanged. He took the spoon slowly with his left hand, and then tried to dig in the rice bowl.

A few seconds later, bang.

His bowl was pushed to the edge of the table with the force of a spoon, and he fell down directly.

Huo Jingchen looks at Zhao Siqing with some grievances. His eyes are like ink.

Zhao Siqing:

Zhao Siqing asked his servant to come and help him clean up. Then he took a bowl of rice to Huo Jingchen again. Wen said, "don't be too strong, be light."

Huo took a look at her, picked up the spoon again, and tried to dig in the bowl again.

This time he was very light and careful.

The whole left hand is holding the spoon like a dagger, carefully scooping out half a spoon of rice from the rice bowl, then looking up at Zhao Siqing, as if asking.

Zhao Siqing nodded to him, "try again."

Huo Jingchen took back his sight, put the spoon into the plate and plucked out the dishes.

But this time, the strength seems to have not been mastered. A row of ribs flew out directly, and the sound of BIU rolled down to the floor tiles not far away.

Huo Jingchen twisted his brow, as if he was upset.

Tang Zhi, covering his eyes, turns around and hardly sees

You know, the president of their family killed a boar in the mountain when he was eight years old with a knife in his left hand, and a record breaking gun in his left hand when he was ten years old.

Now Take a spoon and put the mentally handicapped here?

Huo held his breath, slowly plucked out a sparerib with a spoon under Zhao Siqing's eyes, and then sent it to his mouth.

Zhao Siqing nodded and encouraged him.

It's only the ribs that touch his lip flap, and they fall on his leg with a snap.

Huo Jingchen looked down at a large piece of stewed pork ribs soup on his pants, and immediately sank his face. He threw the spoon on the table with a bang, and his face was ugly.

Zhao Siqing hurriedly got up, went around to him and took a wet cloth to wipe for him. Wen Sheng said, "it's hot."

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked at her directly, but he did not speak.

Zhao Siqing saw a big rub on his trousers and squatted on his side to wipe it carefully for him.

The woman's small hand fell on his thigh and swabbed it lightly. Huo Jingchen's throat was a little tight and his whole body was a little tight.

Huo Jingchen took Zhao Siqing's hand in his left hand and said in a deep voice, "OK."

His voice was hoarse, and Zhao Siqing looked up at him.

A few seconds later, she looked at the position of that piece of his pants, and suddenly she reflected that her ears were burning a little bit, and she hurriedly looked away.

Zhao Siqing returned to his position, holding chopsticks, and almost buried his face in the bowl.

It's really What is she doing

Huo didn't move his chopsticks any more. He leaned back in his chair and played with a new spoon in his left hand.

Staring at the small head in front of him, Huo Jingchen can't help being a little fidgety: how can he not feed him.

Zhao Siqing was staring at him all over uneasy, even for a time did not dare to lift his head.

A few seconds later, with a muffled sound of "pa", Huo Jingchen's spoon bounced out and hit Zhao Siqing on the head accurately.