"Enough, I can't eat so much ~" Zhao Siqing whispered, bending his eyes at Huo Jingchen.

Huo Jingchen's face, which had been cold all the time, suddenly softened. He only thought how she was so good, and he wished he could kiss her now.

"Jing Chen and Qing Qing have a very good relationship. When I watched Jing Chen grow up, I didn't see his parents so attentive." Mrs. Huo Wensheng said, a word like praise but with guns and sticks.

Zhao Siqing looks up at Mrs. Huo and thinks about the deep woman in the city. At last, she can't help showing her fox tail.

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked directly at Mrs. Huo and said in a cold voice: "from small to large, I also found that my mother cared so much for me for the first time."

In a word, she choked back. Mrs. Huo's face did not change. On the other hand, Huo's father smiled and said, "I'm relieved to see that our mother and son can have such a good time."

Zhao Siqing:?? ?

she couldn't help but take another look at Huo Jingchen's father, who is said to be a dandy who is unique and can't do anything.

"Eat." Old lady Huo broke in with a deep voice.

The restaurant is calm again. Maybe some of the rich families pay attention to eating without talking, so the whole dining process is very quiet.

When the meal was off, the group went back to the topic.

Huo pengpeng asked the servant to invite the Taoist who happened to meet on the plane. The visitor did dress as a Taoist. He held the bridge with dust in his hand and had a gray beard. He was about 40 years old.

A group of people sat around, looking at the Taoist.

Madam Huo first said, "please take a seat, Taoist priest. I don't know where the Taoist priest comes from and where he comes from."

"I am the 17th generation disciple of Maoshan sect. I went down the mountain half a month ago to preach."

"My granddaughter heard that the Taoist priest said that the disaster of the Huo family was coming. I don't know where to start?" Old lady Huo continued to ask, a pair of slightly turbid eyes were extremely powerful, and she looked at the Taoist in front of her very sharply.

"Miss Huo used to be very valuable, but recently there are dark clouds. I'm afraid that something bad will happen at home. It's just that I'm a poor scholar, and I can't see why. It's because I followed Miss Huo. "

Zhao Siqing was listening carefully, and felt that what the Taoist priest said was very important.

It was Huo Jingchen who sat by and played with Zhao Siqing's fingers carelessly. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"I can see one or two when the Taoist priest comes today?" Old lady Huo spoke again, but her attitude was not too warm.

Zhao Siqing thought for a while, turned to Huo Jingchen, biting his ear, and asked softly, "does the old lady believe in Buddhism?"

She remembered as if she had said that.

Her warm breath scattered around his ears, making his heart a little itchy.

Huo Jingchen lifted his eyelids lazily, looked at the old lady and said lightly: "there are two kinds of people who believe in Buddhism, one is to believe in the reincarnation of cause and effect, the other is to believe in truth. Another is that she owes too much conscience debt. Please be reassured and guess what kind of debt she is? "

Zhao Siqing couldn't help but feel some heartache for his smiling eyes.

Xie Yumian mentioned to her that old lady Huo is a snobbish person. It's reasonable to say that Huo Jingchen was raised under her knee from childhood. She should have loved her grandmother.

But obviously, Huo Jingchen has no deep feelings for her. I'm afraid her heart has been broken in recent years.