653 save the child

Listening to the soft and artificial voice on the opposite side, Huo Jingchen chuckled, only thinking that she was getting more and more skinny now.

After hanging up, Huo Jingchen sent her a text message: "I can't tell her husband's advantages, right? Don't worry. I'll keep talking all night. ]Zhao Siqing looks at the threat of his lack of warmth and fire, and bites his lips: [it's a bad signal ]This time, Huo Jingchen directly replied to her three smiles.

Zhao Siqing had no reason to feel the cold under his feet, which gave birth to a bad feeling.

He is so small and vengeful. I don't want her to talk about it all night.

Zhao Siqing hesitated for a while, then sent another message to him: "Dad, I know it's wrong! ]

Huo Jingchen raised his lips, and his eyes were full of pampering. He sent a message back to Zhao Siqing: "come to my father's house tonight, and you can make it up.". ]Looking at the two words tonight, Zhao Siqing can't help but think of Nalan's words again, and suddenly a headache.

In the evening, for fear that Huo Jingchen would come here, Zhao Siqing slipped away to Nalan Yanran early, and there was a letter paper in the bag that had left her dazed for more than an hour, but had not written a word.

When they ate something, Zhao Siqing sat in a daze at the desk with his chin up.

Nalan leaned on the head of the bed and looked at the magazine. When she turned her head, she saw Zhao Siqing stabbing her chin with a pen. She couldn't help laughing and said, "if you stab it again, it will leak."

Zhao Siqing turned to look at her: "Yan Ran, have you ever written a love letter to someone?"

Nalan said with a smile: "do I need something like love letters? The elder sister, who usually likes it, ran to the bed holding the letter paper, knelt on the bed and handed it to Nalan with both hands. "Dad, help the child," she said

After that, Zhao Siqing thought in her heart that she knew her father a little bit today.

I don't know if Zhao Xing'an knows that she knows her father in such a disorderly way outside, she will be angry and bald early.

Seeing Nalan Yanran take away the letter paper, Zhao Siqing sat on the bed with the quilt in his arms and watched her dazed. He felt that Jiang Jingming would not be bald if he went on like this, but she would be bald first.

"I have to write this by myself. What can I do for you?" Nalan smiled at her stupefied appearance.

"I can't write that Huo Jingchen won't spare me." Zhao Siqing has no choice.

"Give him the picture." Nalan Yanran touched Zhao Siqing's head and scolded him in the bottom of his heart to see what kind of a good child he was forced to become.

Nalan Yanran's words brightened Zhao Siqing's eyes. Can you use them?

After a while, Zhao Siqing got up and went back to his desk, sketching on the letter paper.

Stayed up until midnight, finally started a draft.

On the pale pink letter paper, there is a pink sea. Four members of the family stand by the sea hand in hand. She stands on the far left, Huo Jingchen stands on the far right, and in the middle are two short legged buns with meat vortexes on their legs.

Zhao Siqing looked at the letter paper, his eyes were tender.

She may not be ready to be his bride, but this is what she yearns for after them.

Zhao Siqing turned over the letter paper and gently wrote down a line of small characters, one stroke at a time, the font is beautiful, especially serious.

The love letter, which has been tangled for a long time, seems to have no need to think again at this moment. It's so easy to jump onto the paper with expectation and desire.

Because painting takes a lot of time, Zhao Siqing has no choice but to finish it today. He plans to continue painting the next day.