Zhao Siqing carefully looked at Chen Shixiong's information, only to find that he had a total of two sons.

But the eldest son blocked a shot for Li Feihuan's father in a battle that year, and died so far.

And the other son, who is only twenty years old now, has very little news about him on the Internet, and this time he was directly exposed and died.

The news on the Internet is true or false, Zhao Siqing remembers that a while ago there was news exposing what cancer Chen Shixiong also had, but it was difficult to judge the real situation.

However, there is also news that Li Feihuan will take over as the chairman of Tianying Entertainment, which has attracted many people to wait and see.

After a busy day, I met two customers, and when it was time to get off work, Huo Jingchen pushed the door in.

Zhao Siqing glanced up at him and said softly: "You wait for me for five minutes, there are still a few documents that have not been filed." ”

Huo Jingchen sat opposite her with a handsome face, his eyes fell on the bouquet of roses in the vase, and he wanted to speak several times, but he endured it again, his eyes were deep.

When Zhao Siqing finished his work, when he looked up, he saw him staring at the pair of roses with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, got up and got dressed, and said, "What are you always staring at it?" ”

Huo Jingchen retracted his gaze, reached out and scooped her into his arms and whispered, "What did I say in the morning." ”

Seeing that his tone was wrong, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds, and turned his head to look at him a little puzzled.

Huo Jingchen's dark eyes looked at her directly, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he didn't make a sound.

Zhao Siqing thought about it carefully, turned her head to look at the bouquet of roses on the desk, and couldn't help but ask softly, "Didn't you send it?" ”

Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "I won't give such an ugly thing." ”

Zhao Siqing was dumbfounded, his eyes fell on the bouquet of red roses and couldn't help but say: "But the person who sent the flowers said that it was sent by a gentleman surnamed Huo." ”

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen's face became a little more ugly, and his eyes were gloomy.

If you think about it, he hasn't given her flowers yet, but he was the first to go.

"Tang Yan, go find out who sent the flowers." Huo Jingchen called in a cold voice and waited outside the office.

Zhao Siqing realized that there was someone outside, moved to get up from Huo Jingchen's lap, and said in a low voice: "Be honest, this is the office." ”

Huo Jingchen not only didn't let go, but the hand that fell on her waist circled her tighter.

He sneered and whispered, "What's wrong with the office?" Try it in the office later. ”

Zhao Siqing turned his head to look at him, didn't react for a while, and said a little puzzled: "What to try?" ”

Huo Jingchen's eyes flashed with an evil charm, his thin lips gently kissed her neck, and he whispered, "Try you." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, reacted, his little face burned a little, and raised his hand to push his face, wanting him to stay away from his neck: "Huo Jingchen, what are you thinking about in your head." ”

Her little white hand landed on her face and pushed wildly.

Huo Jingchen grabbed her little paw and said lightly: "I miss you, I want to sleep with you, I want to sleep with you." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him in disbelief, and his breathing was a little messy.

Huo Jingchen looked at her with a smile, her shadow was reflected in her dark pupils, and her long and narrow eyes were obscure.

Zhao Siqing swallowed lightly, pretended to be calm and looked away, and said softly: "Then you just think about it, the left and right have nothing to do with me." ”

Huo Jingchen stretched out his hand and plucked her little ear, and chuckled: "There is a saying that all wishes come true, you say, when will I be able to do it." ”