Hearing this, Zhao Siqing's eyes brightened a little and climbed down from the sofa to reach Nalan Yanran.

Nalan Yanran sat up and whispered something in Zhao Siqing's ear.

Zhao Siqing's cheeks were a little red, and he said uneasily, "this Is that ok? "

"Try it."

Zhao Siqing is a little tangled. Sitting beside Nalan Yanran with a pillow in his arms seems to be thinking about the possibility of her way.

After a while, Zhao Siqing could not help whispering to Nalan: "but I'm not as strong as him, in case What if it doesn't work? "

Nalan thought about it and smiled, "then you cry until his heart is shaking."

Zhao Siqing opened his mouth slightly and looked at Nalan, who could not speak at all.

*On the other side, Huo Jingchen left and went directly to the company.

Sitting in the car, he looked down at the picture of Zhao Siqing in his mobile phone, his lips were light and his eyes were deep.

The third time, it's the third time.

The first time she was kidnapped by Chen Shixiong, the second time she was almost raped by gangsters hired by Gu Anhui, this time she was bound with bombs and scratched her face.

He thinks everything is fake, whether she will hate him or not.

He just didn't want it to happen again.

He can no longer afford to lose her.

Thinking of her reaction when he was about to leave, Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes. He knew that she would be angry or even disgusted, and then she would resist or not like it.

It's just that he can't bear to lose her again.

He didn't know how long it would last, or what they would look like in the future. Just thinking of her lifeless appearance in the ICU, Huo suddenly felt that he would rather she hated him than him.

But I think of her dependence on him these days, her coquetry in her arms, her crooked eyes, her kiss on his cheek

At the thought that maybe he would never have them again, and that they would turn into the shape of their previous lives, Huo Jingchen's heart and mouth could not help but ache, making his face white and miserable.

Huo Jingchen slowly clutched the big hand hanging on his side and said nothing.

In the evening, Zhao Siqing takes nalanyan away and calls Huo Jingchen.

Before long, there was a low voice on the phone: "hello."

"You come back. When will you come back?" Zhao Siqing has some boring and aggrieved words. Although he doesn't like that, he is still looking forward to his return.

Huo Jingchen stood in front of the huge floor to ceiling window, his heart warmed a little.

He looked down at the wristwatch in his hand. After a few seconds of silence, he said in a warm voice, "another hour."

"Then you should be earlier." Zhao Siqing opened his mouth in a low voice, and the feet hanging on the ground shook gently.

"Good."

After receiving Huo Jingchen's reply, Zhao Siqing sat on the carpet beside the tea table and read the meeting book and wrote several reports that Xiaomi had sent her.

Huo million lying beside her is very clever, one person one cat in the warm light is very harmonious.

As time went by, seeing an hour and 20 minutes later, Huo Jingchen still didn't come back, Zhao Siqing felt a bit depressed.

Thinking that he was probably hiding himself again, for fear that she would pull him to tell her to go out at the sight of her.

Zhao Siqing gently closed the document in his hand and scribbled on the paper. Before long, he drew a picture of Huo Jingchen with a Q version. He had a black face, wore a suit shirt, and had a cool expression.