Chapter 680 alone

Say, do not wait for Zhao Siqing to speak again, Yang Jingqiu then pushed a few people thoroughly room.

Then, with a loud bang, the door was heavily closed and several people were completely closed.

Zhao Siqing looks at the closed door in a trance. He feels uneasy and wants to knock again. Huo Jingchen holds her and stops her. He says in a deep voice, "she's in an unstable mood. First, you can calm her down."

Zhao Siqing slowly took back his hand, and lowered his eyes to cover the water mist under his eyes. He leaned against Huo Jingchen's arms and whispered, "Huo Jingchen, doesn't my mother want me?"

Huo Jingchen's eyes were deep, and he gently pacified her, saying in a low voice, "no way."

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing did not speak again.

Huo Jingchen returns Zhao Siqing to her room and asks the servant to prepare some food for her.

On the other side, Yang Jingqiu closed the door heavily, leaned back on the door board, and the whole person slowly fell to the ground, staring at the front in a daze.

Qing Qing is not her child

Her child died more than 20 years ago?

How could Qing Qing not be her child?

Yang Jingqiu chuckled, laughing and laughing. A tear rolled down from the corner of her eyes.

It turns out that she is really alone, really alone!

*After Huo Jingchen coaxed him for several times, Zhao Siqing reluctantly ate something to go in.

It's just that she really has no appetite.

"It's half past five." Zhao Siqing looks at the clock on the wall and whispers.

Yang Jingqiu never came out of the bedroom, and Zhao Yancheng never opened the door to send her food.

Until seven o'clock in the evening, Zhao Siqing couldn't sit down.

When she was a child, she didn't understand. She always felt that Yang Jingqiu was cold, mean and inhuman.

But when she grew up, she gradually understood that she would not be sad or hurt. She was just used to turning all the pain and even love into sharp thorns.

Stabbing people again and again, but also stabbing myself.

"I have to see her. She can't go on like this." Zhao Siqing looked at Huo Jingchen and said softly. His face was white and frightening.

Huo Jingchen's throat knot was fretting to say something, but looking at the anxiety and eagerness in her eyes, she only whispered: "I asked the kitchen to make the food hot. Let's take it to her."

"Good."

Zhao Siqing nodded absently and waited for a while. She didn't walk to Yang Jingqiu's bedroom with Huo Jingchen until the servant prepared the meal and knocked on the door again.

"Mom, will you open the door and let me in? You let me have a look at you and I will come out... " Zhao Siqing spoke softly, his voice choked.

Is it one night, Yang Jingqiu knew that he was not her flesh and blood, and would not want her again?

At the thought of this, Zhao Siqing's eyes were a little sore, but he was still holding on to his tears.

"Mom, will you have some in the kitchen?" Zhao Siqing spoke again.

There was still no reaction in the bedroom. Zhao Siqing turned to Zhao Yancheng and said softly, "Yancheng, do you know where the spare key is?"

Zhao Yancheng nodded and soon took the spare key.

The key went into the lock and the door was soon pushed open.

The room was dark. The curtains were pulled tightly. There was no light in the room. The whole bedroom was dark. If it wasn't for the light of the corridor, almost nothing could be seen.

Zhao Siqing turns on the light and sees Yang Jingqiu sitting at the head of the bed smoking.

Always delicate make-up now but more a bit messy, the whole person is wearing the beauty of decadent.