Zhao Siqing didn't realize that he even forgot to tell Xiaomi a few words until he got in the car.
It seems that I didn't pay attention to see if there were any customers or arrangements in the afternoon.
Seeing that the car had driven far away, Zhao Siqing called Xiaomi and asked him for a few words, which relieved him.
After arriving at the villa of Siyu mansion, there was no one at home.
Zhao Siqing did not find Huo Jingchen's suitcase in a circle. He was not good at rummaging through his family's things. At last, he emptied his rose gold suitcase.
"Shirt, trousers, tie. Pajamas... "
Zhao Siqing stood by the bed, muttering in a low voice and folding his clothes.
There are a lot of things to bring. Zhao Siqing carefully packed them in compressed bags, and then pasted a label on the bag to write what they are, so that he can find them easily.
Busy for twenty minutes, the box has been filled up for the most part.
Zhao Siqing sat beside the bed and looked at the box on the ground.
What else?
Well Inside pants?
At the thought of this, Zhao Siqing's face was scalded.
Why doesn't he come back and pack up by himself?
Where is his underwear?
Zhao Siqing got up and opened the drawer on the wardrobe. At a glance, he saw that the neat lattice inside was full of men's pants.
She put her hands on the edge of the drawer and swept her eyes from left to right. Her face was red and hot. There was no reason to feel guilty about being a thief.
Kneeling beside the cupboard for half a day, Zhao Siqing didn't even dare to extend his fingers. Zhao Siqing turned his little face red and burned it all the way from his ears to the base of his neck.
Seeing the time passing by, Zhao Siqing breathed softly, closed his eyes and fumbled several times.
In a short time, she felt that the bedroom was not hot enough.
Zhao Siqing felt that these things were almost the same color, but he could not see much difference. After putting them into the split bag with red face, he took a pen and looked at the label on the bag that he had pasted on it. He could not write for a while.
What do you write?
After struggling for a long time, Zhao Siqing slowly wrote a line of small words: "little neinei".
After finishing the loading with difficulty, it was packed into the trunk in a hurry.
After checking again, he put in some drugs that he always had. In order to prevent him from insomnia and bad rest, Zhao Siqing reluctantly put in two sleeping pills.
"Well, razors, toothware, toiletries..."
After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Siqing felt as if there was nothing left out, but he suddenly had to go so far, even did not know how long, Zhao Siqing always felt uneasy.
After struggling for a while, he turned around and put in the pink bunny he was holding every day when he went to bed. He also carried a box of fruit candy and a thermos cup.
The big box was full. Zhao Siqing locked the box.
After calculating the time, I was a little nervous.
Because he didn't know where Huo Jingchen started, Zhao Siqing called Tang Zhi.
Tang Zhi looks at Huo Jingchen, whose face is gloomy. He goes to the corner and whispers to the wall and covers the microphone: "hello."
"How can I get to Huo Jingchen Zhao Siqing asked in a hurry.
"Walk with your feet."
Zhao Siqing:
I'm afraid Tang Ji is not a mentally handicapped person.
"I asked him which flight he took?" Zhao Siqing felt that he should be more patient with mentally retarded children.
"President's own plane."
Zhao Siqing:
"Where is he going? I'll go now."
Tang Zhi looked at Huo Jingchen's face quietly, hesitated for a while and said: "the president's whereabouts can't be disclosed at will."
"Can I kill you, don't you believe me?" Zhao Siqing was rubbing down the stairs with a huge box in his hands, his head askew and his phone clamped.