Li Feihuan looks at Zhao Siqing in the crowd, who is embracing Zhao Siqing from afar. He is a little lost.

He could see that the joy on her face was real, and the joy was real, and there was connivance in her eyes that he had never seen before.

Li Feihuan slowly takes back his sight and turns away.

In fact, he had a premonition that Huo was not dead, even if his people saw his body.

But he had known for a long time that a lot of things in the world were not true if he saw them with his own eyes. What's more, Huo Jingchen was not easily deceived by him.

He wanted to take Zhao Siqing away. He would take her away forcibly as long as she showed a trace of helpless and intention to go with him.

In addition to the fact that he didn't know when he was born to be greedy for her, he also suspected that Huo Jingchen was not dead.

If Zhao Siqing is willing to go with him, whether Huo Jingchen is dead or not, the complete disappearance of Zhao Siqing will be a big blow to him, enough to make him suffer.

However, Zhao Siqing's resoluteness was beyond his expectation, and his soft heart to her also exceeded his own bottom line again and again.

Li Feihuan drops her eyes and turns away.

This time, he and Huo Jingchen still failed to win, but this does not mean that the war between them is over.

Xiaoya's Revenge hasn't been paid yet. He will always get a justice for her.

Li Feihuan walked through the crowd, not far away. In front of him, a pair of black leather shoes stopped him.

The man with his head slightly lowered all the time looked up and saw that after leaving the funeral crowd, many people surrounded him around, apparently waiting for him long ago.

Huo Jingchen settles Zhao Siqing aside to old lady Huo, turns to Li Feihuan and looks bleak.

Li Feihuan didn't wear a white coat, but a black one, because he was going to take Zhao Siqing to have a look secretly.

The man with light face is still full of the air of dust. His eyebrows are a little purples against the background of black, which is a little more profound than ordinary. For a time, it is more difficult to distinguish the right from the wrong.

Seeing Huo Jingchen stopping in front of him, Li Feihuan did not panic and said slowly, "you knew I would come."

Huo Jingchen's eyes were gloomy, and he said in a cold voice, "I'm not so sure, but there is always a possibility that I won't miss it."

Li Feihuan slowly curled up his lips and smiled innocuously: "I know how it's so easy for Huo family to die."

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and said, "you should never use your Qing."

Li Feihuan looked directly at him with a light eyes: "I just want to see Huo Shao's love."

Seeing that the two men were tit for tat, Zhao Siqing walked to Huo Jingchen despite old lady Huo's obstruction, gently held his hand, and looked at Li Feihuan with complicated eyes.

In fact, she always believed that if Li Feihuan really wanted to torture Huo Jingchen with her, as long as his heart was a little harder, it would be enough.

Unless Huo Jingchen really confines her as before, Li Feihuan will always have a trace to follow.

But for such a long time, he always seemed to have a little more kindness to himself.

Otherwise, where can he stand by Huo Jingchen now intact.

Seeing her coming, Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows. He was obviously dissatisfied with her not listening to him. He said in a warm voice, "I'll let the old lady take you home first."

Zhao Siqing shook his head, looked at him and said softly, "do you know? The baby moved the other day. "