"I have a courier, do I need someone to help carry it?" Zhao Siqing looked at him and spoke cautiously.

Huo Jingchen sat stunned for a few seconds, got up resignedly, washed his face and changed his clothes and went downstairs.

This is the fate of a cow and a horse, and he didn't fall asleep for half the night when he was stirred up last night, and he was called up early in the morning to do coolies.

Zhao Siqing looked at his back, bent the corners of his lips, put away his bed, and pushed the sofa away.

When Huo Jingchen and his master came up carrying things, they were already completely sober.

His face turned green until he looked at the installed things.

What did she buy?

Sofa bed?

Is this planning to let him sleep in the living room for the rest of his life?

Huo Jingchen looked at the white sofa bed in front of him with gloomy eyes, folded up is a sofa, put down a bed is a bed, what a bullshit design!

Huo Jingchen raised his eyes to look at Zhao Siqing, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "This is the warmth you sent?" ”

"yes." Zhao Siqing nodded as a matter of course.

Huo Jingchen was so angry that he was injured internally, and sat on the sofa with a calm face and sulked.

He also thought... Thought......

Damn it!

There is no warm nephrite, it's all a dream!

Zhao Siqing looked at his gloomy handsome face, and his delicate little face leaned in front of him and asked, "What do you want?" ”

Huo Jingchen sneered, looked at her and said coldly: "Don't mess with me, or I'll beat you!" ”

*

After making a fuss all morning, Zhao Siqing was a little late when she went out.

Shortly after she arrived at the studio, the phone rang.

glanced at the number, and was silent for a while before slowly picking it up: "Dad." ”

"Qingqing, why don't you tell your father when you come back, you come to Jinhai Villa tonight, Dad's birthday today, you come over and our family gathers together, it just so happens that Dad hasn't seen you for a long time." On the other side was a fairly gentle male voice.

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, and said softly: "Okay." ”

"If you are not busy, come over early and help your Aunt Jiang with her work, and many guests will come."

"Got it."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Siqing looked at the phone and was stunned.

The man who called her was Zhao Xing'an, her father.

It's just that when she was very young, Zhao Xingan divorced Yang Jingqiu.

For as long as she can remember, his relationship with Yang Jingqiu has not been good.

Almost every time the two meet, it is a world war, and they will definitely quarrel endlessly.

Fortunately, he was still gentle with her.

She remembers that when he came back from a business trip, he would buy her beautiful dolls, and he would tell her fairy tales in a gentle voice before bedtime.

She still remembered that he would accompany her to watch her favorite dramas, and even take her to get rid of the cram schools that Yang Jingqiu signed up for her that she hated.

Although Zhao Xingan is always busy, he has very little time to spend with her.

But compared with Yang Jingqiu, who is too harsh and strong, she likes this father very much.

Until... The day they divorced.

It was late that day and it was dark outside.

She woke up from a nightmare, frightened.

After slowly getting up, I wanted to go out to find some water to drink, but I unexpectedly saw Zhao Xing'an and Yang Jingqiu sitting opposite each other in the living room downstairs.

"It's okay to get a divorce, what are you going to do?" Yang Jingqiu's makeup is exquisite, her legs are overlapped, and her beauty is dazzling.

Faced with the topic of divorce, she was still calm and excessive, without the slightest anxiety and embarrassment.

Zhao Xing'an, who was sitting opposite her, frowned and didn't make a sound.

Zhao Siqing was wearing a pink nightdress, barefoot, with her hair scattered, holding the railing of the stairs on the second floor with both hands, slowly squatting down, and quietly looking at the two people downstairs.