There was a bit of eerie silence along the way, and the weirdness was mixed with a kind of ambiguity and tension that made people's hearts beat faster.

Huo Jingchen sent Zhao Siqing to Yang Jingqiu, but he didn't want her to leave his sight at all.

It's just a lot of things, and he has to learn to adapt and get used to it.

Learn to accept her family, friends, and care about the people she cares about and loves.

Even if he wasn't really interested in their lives or deaths.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Siqing looked back at the man not far behind him, and said softly: "Then I... Go in, and you go home early. ”

Huo Jingchen didn't say anything, Zhao Siqing retracted his gaze and turned around and walked towards the door.

A few seconds later, Huo Jingchen said in a deep voice: "Zhao Siqing." ”

"Huh?" She turned her head to look at him, her gaze gentle.

Huo Jingchen's lips opened lightly, and he slowly spoke: "There are still two days." ”

Zhao Siqing paused and said softly: "I know ......"

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen said in a low voice: "Go in, I'll call you at night." ”

Zhao Siqing nodded, turned around and went back to the room.

Huo Jingchen stood in place and lit a cigarette, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

*

In the evening, Huo Jingchen's phone called.

Zhao Siqing looked at the number on the phone, sighed softly, got up and walked to the balcony before picking up the phone: "Hey." ”

"Yes." 霍景琛淡淡应了声。

Both of them were silent for a few seconds, and Zhao Siqing asked softly, "What are you doing?" ”

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I'm thinking about you." ”

Zhao Siqing chuckled lightly and said softly, "Did you eat at night?" ”

"Yes."

Huo Jingchen responded lightly and said softly: "Qingqing, what kind of wedding do you like." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and there was a hint of nervousness for no reason.

She didn't make a sound, he didn't urge, but waited patiently.

"I... I didn't know much about this. Zhao Siqing spoke softly, telling the truth.

"Lawn, church, seaside, hotel, Western, Chinese." Huo Jingchen spoke softly.

Zhao Siqing paused and said softly: "I... Haven't thought about it yet. ”

"I want to think about it now." He said in a deep voice.

"The sea... Seaside? Zhao Siqing said softly.

"Well, you can study your favorite wedding dress style tonight, and I'll take you to meet the designer tomorrow." Huo Jingchen said in a low voice.

"It's... Is it so urgent? Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and asked softly.

Huo Jingchen was silent for a few seconds, and said slowly: "Qingqing, you know that waiting for every minute and second is torture for me. ”

Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound, she just felt very pressured.

The day before yesterday, she accidentally saw all the things about the wedding in his study, and she felt more and more flustered.

She was a little scared, but she was just as scared of letting him down.

Both of them fell silent, and Huo Jingchen didn't say anything more.

He knew he was pushing her hard, but with so many things happening lately, he was more and more afraid that he would lose her again.

As soon as he remembered how angry she was some time ago, Huo Jingchen couldn't control the urge to lock her up.

After a while, Zhao Siqing said softly: "Huo Jingchen." ”

Huo Jingchen slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were stained with dark red, and the green tendons on his forehead were slightly raised, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.

"In a past life, I... Why do you commit suicide? Zhao Siqing spoke softly, and the scene of himself raising a gun and committing suicide in front of him resurfaced in front of him.

Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Zhao Siqing asked softly: "Once, did I hate you very much?" ”

Why did she hate him so much?