Huo Jingchen's eyes are a little deep. It's a love letter.
He knew that there would always be so many people coveting his Qing.
He put the stationery back into the box, looked down on a piece of stationery in the corner of the coffee table, and slowly picked it up.
On one side of the letter paper was drawn a group of broken and disordered lines, like a thread group.
On the other side is a cute little pig. Next to it is her beautiful little character: Huo Jingchen is a pig.
Next to her, there is a girl with a braid of sheep's horns. There is still a line of small words written beside her: Qing Qing is cute.
Huo Jingchen chuckled, but gradually wet the corner of his eyes.
Huo Jingchen stared at the letter paper for a long time, imagining her appearance at that time. He must have narrowed his eyes and smiled happily.
After a while, Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes to cover the mist in his eyes.
Huo Jingchen took away the letter paper, put it in the drawer of the office, and then dealt with the business.
When it was about time, he got up and went back to his bedroom.
Zhao Siqing is still asleep, the sun through the curtains shrouded in her body, to her body plated with a layer of warmth, but also let the face more transparent.
Huo Jingchen pulled out the needle for her and said softly, "Qing Qing, do you think I can change my profession to be a doctor?"
Zhao Siqing's breath was even and his eyes were slightly drooping, obviously not awake.
Huo Jingchen couldn't help kissing her lips lightly. His voice was hoarse: "baby, when will you get better?"
Soon, Zhao Siqing gradually woke up.
Huo Jingchen looked at her and whispered, "it's a nice day today. Shall we go out and have a look?"
Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound. It was very painful.
Huo Jingchen helped her up from the bed, carefully covered her with a coat, and then squatted in front of her to put on her shoes.
Zhao Siqing looked at him lost, a pair of cold eyes can not see too much emotion.
The weather is getting warmer and flowers are blooming in the yard.
Huo Jingchen took her by the hand and took her around the yard for a while. Then he asked people to move two bamboo chairs to take her to the sun.
"Six years ago Gu Xiaoxi's case, Huaijin's evidence has almost been collected." Huo Jingchen turned to look at her and spoke in a low voice.
Zhao Siqing's eyes fell on a jasmine not far away, and he didn't know whether to listen to it or not.
"Shen Jingzhe, the boss of the milk tea shop and the girl in your class, also brought people back." Huo Jingchen spoke slowly, as if he was telling her a story.
"Huaijin has already filed a lawsuit. The case will open next month. Shall I take you to see it then?"
Huo Jingchen said a lot in a low voice, but he never got any response.
But he didn't seem bored either, but he was getting used to it.
Until it was getting late, Huo Jingchen took her back upstairs. He asked people to prepare some porridge and coaxed her for a long time in a low voice. Zhao Siqing still didn't move.
After a long time, Zhao Siqing got up and went to the sofa.
Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little, and he lost his appetite.
Asked the servant to take away the things, he got up and went to Zhao Siqing's side to take her into his arms. He whispered, "what do you want to see today?"
Zhao Siqing didn't say anything, just stared at the TV and lost his mind.
Huo Jingchen found a TV play that she used to like to watch, holding her and never making a sound again.
Zhao Siqing lies in his arms and unconsciously sleeps in the past. Huo Jingchen looks down at the increasingly thin woman in his arms, and there is a touch of heartache in his eyes.
The next morning.
Huo Jingchen had not been awake, he realized that the bedside was empty. When he opened his eyes, he found out where there was Zhao Siqing's shadow.