Before Huo Jingchen could speak, Zhao Siqing took back his sight and said in a voice: "you talk, I'm in."

Then she went back from Huo Jingchen by mistake.

Huo Jingchen immediately reached out to hold her, black eyes looked directly at Zhao Siqing, a little aggrieved: "baby."

Zhao Siqing glanced at him and said lightly, "let go."

Huo Jingchen looked at her pitifully and did not move.

Zhao Siqing took his big hand away directly and turned to enter the bedroom directly.

Huo Jingchen's face became more ugly for a while. He turned to Gu Anhui, who was standing in front of the door. His eyes were gloomy.

Obviously, Gu Anhui is not an ordinary woman. She is very calm about Huo Jingchen's gloomy face.

"Jingchen, I heard from grandma that your arm was hurt, so I cooked some tonic Soup for you." Gu Anhui looks at Huo Jingchen eagerly, but only she knows how fast her heart beats at the moment.

He was loose in his black pajamas. His complexion was cold and white. His lips were bright red. His hair was not completely dry. There was a kind of indescribable laziness and glamour in the whole person.

There's no reason for the eyes to look at you to speed up your blood flow, especially tense.

Aware of his line of sight, Gu Anhui's smile on his face is really a little bit.

Huo Jingchen glanced at her, walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Looking at the heat preservation barrel handed in front of him, Huo Jingchen raised his lips, flashed a little bit of evil sycophant across his eyes, and looked at her and said slowly, "it's specially for me?"

Seeing him asking, Gu Anhui quickly said, "well, when you come back, I heard uncle Zhong and grandma say that your arm is broken, so I hurriedly went back to boil bone soup for you..."

"Open." Huo Jingchen opens his red lips with a warm voice.

His voice is rare and gentle. Gu Anhui is only too happy to say. Immediately, she lowers her head and opens the heat preservation barrel.

The strong aroma of the soup overflowed along the way, with a white heat.

"Jingchen..." Gu Anhui opened the heat preservation barrel and sent it to Huo Jingchen again.

But before she finished speaking, she saw Huo Jingchen turn over her heat preservation barrel.

"Ah!" In an instant, the soup spilled out and splashed Gu Anhui. She was so scared that she stumbled back two steps.

"Bang", the heat preservation barrel fell on the ground heavily, then rolled out on the ground far away, and the soup was spilled on the ground.

The temperature of the soup is not too high, but it's still very hot. Gu Anhui's eyes are red and her breath is short.

She looked up at Huo Jingchen, and she was bumping into a pair of black eyes.

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked at her directly. His eyes were cruel, and he said coldly, "if you call again, you will cut your tongue."

Gu Anhui was stunned for a few seconds. His dark and gloomy eyes gave birth to a chill on the bottom of her feet, which gradually spread, making her feel like facing a cold-blooded poisonous snake.

She closed her mouth subconsciously and looked at him with red eyes. She was afraid to make a sound. Her arm was splashed with soup and she felt a lot of pain.

Huo Jingchen went to the sofa and sat down. He took a cigarette out of the cigarette box on the tea table and lit it in his mouth. In his laziness, he felt too gloomy to speak of.

Gu Anhui stood aside and was afraid to go forward. After a few seconds, Huo Jingchen looked up at her and said, "sit down."

Gu Anhui has no origin of tension, the palms are out of a layer of damp sweat.

In recent years, Huo Jingchen almost never paid attention to her, and even dealt with little, let alone the situation of her sitting in front of him.

But the more so But the more uneasy she was.