Huo Jingchen let go of Zhao Siqing and said in a low voice, "I'll go there."

Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly, "will the old man scold you?"

Huo Jingchen was silent for a moment and said in a low voice, "it's impossible to scold me, but it's possible to hit me."

Zhao Siqing was stupefied for two seconds, and his heart said, "is he still doing it at such an old age? Then you... "

Looking at the tension in her eyes, Huo Jingchen chuckled and suddenly felt that all the restraint and patience were worth it.

See him smile, Zhao Siqing then also reaction come over, dissatisfied way: "you deceive me again."

Huo Jingchen kissed her eyes and whispered, "I'll be back later."

Then he turned away from the bedroom and went straight to Mr. Huo's study.

*

different from the overall European decoration style, the study adopts the pure Chinese style design and home decoration.

Mr. Huo is playing chess on his own before sitting on a chess board.

See Huo Jingchen come in and say: "come on, finish this game with me."

Huo Jingchen didn't make a sound. He stepped forward and sat down opposite him. Huo Jingchen held the white son and Huo Jingchen held the black son. With the dense tea fragrance in the room, neither of them spoke.

For half an hour, a game ended in a draw.

Huo Laozi looked up at him and said in a deep voice: "you could have won. Why do you want to stick to that star and half. Your vision is far more than that, but you must keep your eyes open. "

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked directly at old man Huo, and said in a deep voice, "if you can't hold on even now, what's the future?"

Mr. Huo threw the white son in his hand into the chess basket. His muddy eyes were unpredictable and powerful: "you know what I'm going to say. Your grandmother and I have chosen you to stay at home, but we are looking forward to you. But you regard me and your grandmother as enemies. Instead, we are joining hands with Zhu Wenya. What do you want to do?"

"Huo Jingchen sneers:" I don't need to look after home also can hold Huo home in the hand

"But you will pay more."

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked directly at him, his eyes were firm, and slowly said, "no matter what I pay, I will not let Qing Qing be that price."

With a bang, Mr. Huo clapped his paw on the chessboard. The black-and-white chessboard was shaken and jumped up several centimeters high. The original neat chessboard was also in a mess.

"Huo family and Zhao Siqing, what do you want!" Old Huo snapped.

Huo Jingchen was motionless, and a pair of long and narrow Phoenix eyes met Huo's eyes. His lips opened gently: "I want Huo's family, and I want Zhao Siqing."

His eyes, gloomy and unpredictable, were filled with indescribable ambitions and desires.

Mr. Huo only felt his chest concussion, and suddenly gave birth to a kind of spirit and pride that I want to have in this country and this beauty.

After a while, Mr. Huo burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha Worthy of my grandson Huo Hongtu! "

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes to cover the depth of the bottom of his eyes.

He had already passed the age of pure and harmless, and would not be stupid enough to think that he could stay with her forever only with one piece of sincerity.

He wants power and status.

She didn't love him in her previous life, but these things can help him to imprison her around him.

In this life, she loves him At least, he can protect her.

Mr. Huo got up slowly and went to his desk and said in a deep voice: "but you should be clear that the family members are low-key, but their power is far less than what you see. Now you've made my daughter look down on her face. I'm afraid that my efforts and those of your grandmother will be in vain, and my family will turn against you. "