Huo Jingchen slowly leaned over and approached her for a few minutes, the woman was wearing a lotus pink gauze skirt, her complexion was snow-white, and her palm-sized little face looked a little cold, pure and beautiful people wanted to get close but didn't dare to blaspheme.

Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little, his eyes fell on her pale pink lips, and his throat tightened.

He was getting closer and closer to her, and the light sea salt fragrance on his body had a hint of coolness, but because of his proximity, Zhao Siqing's cheeks were hot for no reason.

She slowly ducked back, a pair of cold eyes looking at him a little nervous.

Huo Jingchen propped his hands on her side, propped himself up and approached her.

Zhao Siqing's breathing was a little disordered, and he looked at him uneasy and said, "You... What are you going to do......"

Huo Jingchen stared at her lip flap for a few seconds, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he warned in a low voice: "If you don't shut up, I'll kiss you!" ”

Zhao Siqing was like a stuck belt, and swallowed the words directly back to his mouth, looking at him vigilantly and not daring to speak.

Huo Jingchen's lips gently brushed her ear, and his voice was hoarse: "I endure it very hard, so you should be obedient." ”

Zhao Siqing's mind was blank, and his whole body involuntarily softened.

Huo Jingchen didn't touch her, and after retracting his gaze, he turned around and continued to organize his things.

Zhao Siqing sat beside the cabinet blankly, watching him, unpacking luggage, loading luggage, disassembling luggage, loading cabinets, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.

He felt that this man not only had a neuropathy, but also a tidying habit as well.

I saw that he not only filled all his things in her house, but also cleaned up her originally scattered places one by one.

Zhao Siqing comforted herself.

Maybe it's a good thing he's moving in... Maybe that's a good thing......

Whew, I want to cry.

She couldn't convince herself!

In the end, the coffee table was moved to the corner, and the feng shui treasure in front of the sofa became Huo Jingchen's dragon bed, and he still lived in it.

Seeing that it was a foregone conclusion, Zhao Siqing wanted to cry without tears.

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Just then, a 'bang' sounded in the bedroom.

Zhao Siqing came back to his senses, hurriedly got up and ran back to the bedroom.

The little tuanzi in his pajamas was standing on tiptoe by the cabinet, with a broken glass at his feet.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head to look at Zhao Siqing, looking at her with dark eyes.

"How? Did it hurt? Zhao Siqing picked him up and hurriedly checked his hands and feet.

Li Feiyuan shook his head, still staring at her without speaking.

Zhao Siqing was relieved to see that he was not injured: "Do you want to drink water?" My sister will go get it for you. ”

Zhao Siqing got up and was about to pour water, but as soon as he turned around, he crashed into Huo Jingchen's arms, a little dizzy.

"Be careful not to step on the glass." Zhao Siqing opened his mouth and instructed, turned around and went to the living room to pour water.

Huo Jingchen stood on the side of the bed, staring condescendingly at the little radish head sitting on the bed, his eyes dark.

I want to throw it out!

But no.

Li Feiyuan noticed his gaze, looked up all the way along his trousers, and finally sat on the bed with his little head tilted and looked at Huo Jingchen.

Huo Jingchen sneered: "Little brat." ”

Li Feiyuan frowned his delicate little brows, obviously a little dissatisfied with this, and his eyes were a little violent, like a little beast.

"Your name is Li Feiyuan?" Huo Jingchen asked in a deep voice.

Li Feiyuan's child was still silent, just looked at Huo Jingchen in front of him viciously.

Huo Jingchen tugged at his red lips and sneered: "The fat round one is not Yuan? ”