"Huo Jingchen......" Zhao Siqing stretched out his hand to hold him and spoke softly.

Huo Jingchen turned his head to look at her, and his voice softened a little: "You go back to the car." ”

Zhao Siqing stood still and shook his head slightly.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, and he looked in the direction of the crowd and said coldly: "Jiang Jingming, send her back!" ”

Hearing this, Jiang Jingming stepped forward and stopped in front of Zhao Siqing and said, "Go back, do you leave or do I carry it?" ”

Zhao Siqing's gaze jumped over him and landed on Huo Jingchen's back.

A few seconds later, she followed Jiang Jingming back.

Not long after she left, Huo Jingchen approached Ge Xinbo, raised his hand and slapped Ge Xinbo in the face, his eyes were gloomy: "What, you still can't smoke?" ”

Ge Xinbo was stunned for a few seconds, and when he met the pair of yin owl eyes, the whole person was a little dazed.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his chest rose and fell slightly: "Huo Shao, this time I was wrong, I will definitely come to the door to make amends in person another day, and you will spare me once." ”

Huo Jingchen slowly got up, lit a cigarette, and looked down at him: "Which hand touched it?" ”

Ge Xinbo was stunned for a few seconds, and then retracted the hand with the broken wrist.

Huo Jingchen hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes were cruel, and he raised his foot and stepped on his other hand.

On the other side, Zhao Siqing didn't go far before she heard a heart-rending shout behind her, and she could hear that it was the man's.

Zhao Siqing stopped and couldn't help but want to turn around.

Jiang Jingming stretched out his hand to stop her: "Sister, listen to my brother's advice, you won't want to see it." ”

Zhao Siqing said softly: "I know, I don't care about that man's life or death, but I don't want Huo Jingchen to become like this because of me." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Jingming didn't make a sound, and slowly withdrew his hand and didn't stop her again.

Zhao Siqing turned around and saw the man lying on the ground, his hand as if he had been trampled off, full of blood.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were cruel, standing beside him, with a sneer on the corner of his lips.

Her face turned a little pale, but she still walked forward quickly, grabbed his arm and looked at him and whispered, "Go home, that's enough." ”

Huo Jingchen stared at her for a few seconds, looked at her slightly wet eyes and pale little face, slowly lowered his eyes to cover the gloom under his eyes, and said softly: "Okay." ”

Zhao Siqing squeezed out a light smile at him.

Huo Jingchen lifted his eyelids, glanced at the man on the ground with a gloomy gaze, and then took Zhao Siqing and whispered, "Go home." ”

Jiang Jingming stood in front of the crowd, lit a cigarette, and looked at the man on the ground silently.

Someone beside him couldn't help but speak: "Brother Jiang, why do I look at Huo Shao's woman a little familiar?" ”

"I felt a little bit just now, but I didn't think about it for a long time......"

Jiang Jingming held a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke blurred his face.

He sneered and said lightly: "Fairy sister, can you not be familiar?" ”

Hearing this, several people laughed on the side and didn't make a sound: "Jiang Shao, this woman Huo Shao really hasn't caught up yet?" ”

Jiang Jingming turned his head and glanced at him, and said angrily: "What, do you want to try?" ”

The man waved his hand in a panic: "No... No, I'm just just curious, just ask... Just ask. ”

And the man who was scolded by Jiang Jingming not long ago and asked Zhao Siqing if he could touch it, but his legs and stomach were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.