Not long after, the car stopped downstairs at Zhao Siqing's house.

After Zhao Siqing said hello to Huo Jingchen, he got out of the car and went upstairs.

As for the bank cards, she didn't take them, and left them neatly in the back seat.

Huo Jingchen looked at her back and couldn't help but light a cigarette.

He almost lost control again, didn't he scare her.

After Zhao Siqing arrived home, he completely relaxed, first put the puzzle pieces sent by Chu Yue neatly on the coffee table, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After that, she ate something casually and sat down at the coffee table to sort the puzzles alphabetically.

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On the other hand, Huo Jingchen's headache happened again after he got home.

I didn't even eat, I took a shower and went to bed early.

It wasn't long before he dreamed the same dream from the day.

It was his birthday, and he went to the company early in the morning.

He never thought she would celebrate his birthday until he received a text message from her.

[Come back early in the evening, I have a gift for you.] 】

Looking at her text messages, he lost his mind for a long time, and he could even describe it as ecstatic.

She hadn't spoken to him in three months.

Even though he knew that she was a little abnormal, he was still immersed in this joy and refused to wake up.

He went to choose a new suit, ordered her favorite roses, bought cakes she liked, and asked the maid to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

By the time I got home, it was already dark.

She was curled up on the couch in a long white dress and watched TV, and the warm orange light in the room gave him the illusion of warmth.

She heard him and greeted him warmly: "I'm back." ”

He was even a little restrained, and responded lightly.

He couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her to his lap and kissed her eyes: "Qingqing." ”

She didn't hide, but asked gently, "I asked the maid to prepare dinner on the terrace, can I celebrate your birthday there?" ”

He stared at her for a few seconds, even though he knew that she must have something else in mind, but he couldn't help but nod.

It's been a long time since she's spoken to him so tenderly.

He went with her to the top floor of the villa, and the night sky was bright and brightly lit.

The rectangular table is lined with candlesticks, flowers and delicacies.

She quietly had a meal with him, and sang him a birthday song, under the background of the candle flame, she looked extraordinarily gentle and calm, but a pair of eyes revealed a coldness and indifference.

She didn't seem to have a very good appetite, so she didn't eat much and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

After the servant removed the things, she looked at him and said softly, "Now it's time for me to give you a gift." ”

He looked at her in silence.

She slowly got up, took out a black pistol from the gift box next to her, and slowly raised it to aim at him.

His face turned cold a little, and there was more sarcasm in his eyes: "You hate me so much? ”

She looked at him coldly, but did not speak.

He sat on the chair without moving, and looked directly at her with dark eyes: "Qingqing, you want to kill me." ”

She didn't answer, just looked at him and asked softly, "Huo Jingchen, do you love me?" ”

His lips flickered: "Love." ”

She smiled at him, and the wind ruffled her hair, making her look amazingly beautiful.

"How much love?" She asked again, like the most innocent girl.

Huo Jingchen was silent for a few seconds, lowered his eyes and said softly, "Let's do it." ”

Zhao Siqing smiled, slowly moved the muzzle of the gun, turned to himself, looked at him and said softly: "Huo Jingchen, happy birthday." ”