Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, and then changed his words: "What I don't like, can you not do it?" ”

Huo Jingchen was so smart, he knew what she was going to say in just a moment.

"I don't like you holding my hand, I don't like you holding me, I don't like ......" Zhao Siqing slowly spoke, her voice was very soft, but the words she said made Huo Jingchen feel extremely indifferent.

"Shut up!" His eyes were red, and he spoke angrily, like a wounded little beast.

Zhao Siqing avoided his gaze, only felt that his heart was a little sore, and he didn't dare to look at his eyes again.

Huo Jingchen's throat moved slightly, stared at her for a long time, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

After a few seconds, he got up and got out of the car, without saying a word.

As the car door was slammed shut, Zhao Siqing slowly sat up.

She's actually... Just to use an analogy......

I want him to know that no one can do everything according to other people's preferences.

Zhao Siqing knew that maybe his analogy would make him sad, but she didn't know that if he didn't compare himself, what else he couldn't give up.

Or, in fact, you can also be discarded.

The world is so complicated, how can there be eternity.

Zhao Siqing slowly lowered his eyes, and when he thought of his injured eyes, he felt his heart feel sullen for a while, as if he was a heinous villain.

But it's clear that he's the domineering and unreasonable one.

Before Zhao Siqing could come back to her senses, she heard a loud noise outside, and she hurriedly turned her head to look.

I saw Huo Jingchen overturning the trash can downstairs, and even the scrap iron glass left over from some decoration was also overturned by him.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and hurriedly opened the car door and got out of the car.

I really don't know how he developed this temperament of smashing things when he is angry.

She walked forward quickly, frowned at the man who had lost her mind a little, stepped forward and grabbed one of his wrists and said, "Don't smash it, it will make noise to the neighbors." ”

"Let go!" Huo Jingchen looked at her coldly, his eyes were dark red, and his breath was slightly heavy.

Zhao Siqing stopped in front of him, grabbed his other sleeve with his other hand, looked up at him and said seriously: "I said I can't smash it again." ”

Huo Jingchen sneered, withdrew his hand that was grabbed by her, and said coldly: "Do you think I will definitely listen to you?" ”

When the words fell, Huo Jingchen bypassed her and smashed his fist on an abandoned glass plate, blood pouring out.

The noise and destruction continued, and he was like a beast that had broken free from its cage, wreaking havoc and harm, along with himself.

Because of the proximity, a glass shard burst onto Zhao Siqing's arm, and a red blood stain instantly oozed out.

Zhao Siqing frowned, telling himself over and over again that he was a patient, a neurotic who had been misanthropic and negative.

Huo Jingchen looked at her bleeding arm and lost her mind, a very small piece, but it was particularly dazzling.

Zhao Siqing said patiently: "Huo Jingchen, you, now, stand over there." ”

Huo Jingchen's throat moved slightly, a pair of black eyes stared at her tightly, and the big hand hanging down at his side was also clenched into a fist, and it was even dripping with blood at the moment.

Zhao Siqing's face was pale and his eyes were cold: "I don't want to say it a second time." ”

After a few seconds of stalemate, Huo Jingchen's big hand slowly loosened and reached out to grab her wrist, wanting to check the scratches on her arm.

Zhao Siqing pulled out his arm, and there were a few bright red fingerprints on his fair skin in an instant.

She looked at him coldly, pointed to a safe spot, and spoke again: "Stand over there." ”