The next day, a few people in the family are rare indulgences. They all sleep until they get up.

Fortunately, it's Sunday, but it's also a rare leisure.

Zhao Siqing gets up and prepares breakfast with Huo Jingchen. Zhao Yancheng comes back from the outside in a big sweat after a short time of exercise.

"Qing Qing." Zhao Yancheng says hello to Zhao Siqing, but Huo Jingchen is ignored by him.

Huo Jingchen's face was a little gloomy. He gently held Zhao Siqing, who was frying eggs, from behind, and said with dissatisfaction, "why does he always call you Qingqing?"

Zhao Siqing looked back at him and said, "you don't always call that."

Huo Jingchen twisted his brow and said, "that's not the same."

Zhao Siqing didn't speak, but after thinking about it, when Zhao Yancheng was little, he didn't seem to ask her to call her sister, most of them just called her Qingqing.

But she didn't care about it. She was just a title. How to be happy.

Seeing that she didn't pay attention, Huo Jingchen held her waist tighter and whispered, "no, he's your brother."

Zhao Siqing chuckled and said, "then you even eat your brother's vinegar."

Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little, and he didn't speak again with a cold hum.

Zhao Siqing seemed to think of something. He looked at him and said in a warm voice: "Yancheng exercises every day, so he has a good figure. I haven't seen how you exercise, and how your figure is so good."

Wen Yan, Huo Jingchen not only didn't answer her, but also grasped the question and asked in a deep voice: "my better or his better."

Zhao Siqing gently bent his lips, full of desire to survive: "yours, of course, is better for you."

But Huo Jingchen's face was suddenly cold, so Zhao Siqing felt that the temperature in the kitchen was suddenly low.

Zhao Siqing:???

She said something wrong.

Before she could get back to her senses, Huo Jingchen complained, "you have seen him."

He knew that now Zhao Yancheng was shaking around in his vest in his room, and there must have been times when he didn't wear clothes.

"I didn't..."

Zhao Siqing feels wronged. Although Yan Cheng is a little casual in his family, they haven't come back for six years. Now when he comes back, she has more time in Huo Jingchen.

There are not so many opportunities to meet.

"He's in good shape, even when he's dressed. Don't think too much about it." Zhao Siqing's soft voice coaxes Huo Jingchen.

Together for a while, she knew how small he was.

Huo Jingchen snorted coldly and didn't make a sound. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Huo Jingchen turned around and said, "I'll go upstairs."

"What are you doing?" Zhao Siqing asked in a few seconds.

Before she finished speaking, Huo Jingchen disappeared.

Zhao Siqing thought that his brain circuit was always strange, so he didn't care about him.

Huo Jingchen takes several pajamas sent by Tang Zhi and directly knocks on Zhao Yancheng's door.

Here, Zhao Yancheng hears a knock at the door after taking a bath. He opens the door with his bare upper body.

See is Huo Jingchen after frowning, heavy voice way: "what?"

Huo Jingchen looked at the muscles on his body, twisted his eyebrows and his eyes were gloomy.

It seems to be a little bigger than myself.

Does Qing Qing like this kind of money?

Thinking of this, Huo Jingchen's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes were cold and sharp.

He threw some brand-new men's pajamas directly to Zhao Yancheng, looked at him and said in a deep voice, "meeting ceremony."

Zhao Yancheng glanced slowly and said, "I like women."