Zhao Siqing tried his legs.

Well, it's really a lie in the TV series.

She can still be alive and kicking.

It seems that Nalan is right, and when he gets drunk, he closes his eyes and passes.

Zhao Siqing, who thought that she had successfully overcome the psychological barrier, was in a good mood, although the hangover caused a little headache, she still hummed a little song and went to the kitchen, planning to cook some noodles herself.

Not long after, the phone rang.

Zhao Siqing saw that the water in the pot was still boiling, and turned to the living room to look at his mobile phone.

It was a message from Nalan Yanran: [How do you feel? 】

Zhao Siqing thought about it carefully, but she never had the slightest impression, and immediately replied to Nalan Yanran with a message: [Isn't it not good to say that Huo Jingchen. 】

Nalan Yanran suddenly became interested in gossiping: [Why not? 】

Zhao Siqing didn't know what to say for a while, and replied after a while: [It doesn't seem to feel anything. 】

Nalan Yanran frowned, and said seriously: [It shouldn't be... It is said that a man's nose bridge is quite small and his fingers are not too long, and the last time I saw him, I paid special attention to his nose and fingers. 】

Zhao Siqing was a little confused, the first time he heard this kind of statement.

stared at the screen for a long time, and finally slowly typed the next line of words: [That maybe... Huo Jingchen is an exception? 】

Nalan Yanran said earnestly: [If it doesn't work, it's going to disperse. If you have to be together, don't hurt his self-esteem as a man. 】

Zhao Siqing made a bear expression, and the chubby bear nodded seriously, and 'En' was written next to it.

Nalan Yanran said again: [Have you taken measures? 】

[Hmm... I do not know. Zhao Siqing's eyes were dazed, and he really didn't have any impression at all.

Why don't you drink less next time?

Why do you think that Huo Jingchen's wine is easier to get drunk than that of bars and nightclubs?

[Wake up and ask him.] Nalan Yanran said again.

Before Zhao Siqing could reply, he suddenly remembered the pot in the kitchen, and hurriedly put down his mobile phone and went into the kitchen to cook noodles.

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On the other side, not long after Zhao Siqing got up, Huo Jingchen woke up.

I closed my eyes and touched the side of the bed for a while, but I didn't touch Zhao Siqing, so I didn't feel sleepy.

Because he didn't sleep well, the man slowly sat up from the bed with a calm face and a messy hair, and from the hair to the toes, I was very unhappy.

Leaning on the head of the bed for a while, I was about to take a shower to refresh, when I raised my eyes slightly and saw a pink envelope on the pillow beside me.

Huo Jingchen slowly opened the envelope, and a piece of stationery fell out of it.

He set the envelope aside and slowly opened the letterhead.

In my eyes, it is a portrait of a family of four holding hands on the beach, he and Zhao Siqing are standing on both sides, with two meaty buns in the middle, one is a grinning little Zhengtai, and the other is a cute little girl with pigtails.

In the background is a vast sea, and the golden sunlight scatters a piece of broken gold on the surface of the sea.

Huo Jingchen looked at the portrait in a trance.

His son wouldn't laugh so stupidly.

No, he doesn't want children of this species, he hates imps.

Seeing Xiao Zhengtai holding Zhao Siqing's hand, Huo Jingchen was a little dissatisfied, why did he add two little ghosts who didn't know where to come out of nowhere in the love letter he wrote.

I want to get their faces dirty.

Huo Jingchen flipped through the letter paper, and what caught his eyes was a line of beautiful small characters: [I like popcorn wrapped in a thick caramel, the heart-pounding sea in summer, the wind blowing on my face in the mountain stream, and. Love is precious, too. 】