Hearing this, Zhao Siqing did not continue this topic.

The temperature in the box was very high, and after a while, Zhao Siqing began to feel hot, she broke away from Huo Jingchen's hand and sat beside him, taking off her coat.

Huo Jingchen looked at the white dress on her body in a trance, Zhao Siqing noticed his strangeness and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Skirt ......" Huo Jingchen slowly spoke, and the blood-stained white dress appeared uncontrollably in front of him.

"What's wrong with the skirt?" Zhao Siqing looked down and didn't feel anything wrong.

Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a while, he lowered his eyes and said slowly: "It's too ugly." ”

Zhao Siqing: ......

She looked at him and couldn't help but say, "Am I not your little cutie?" ”

Huo Jingchen chuckled and said softly, "It's my little fairy." ”

Zhao Siqing's little face blushed a little, and she snorted softly, seriously pondering what was ugly about the skirt on her body.

Not long after, unable to resist the protest of his stomach, Zhao Siqing fell his eyes on the big coffee table on the side, wanting to find himself something to eat.

Huo Jingchen hugged her waist and didn't let her move, and directly called the waiter to come over and order a few meals.

When the meal came, Huo Jingchen sat next to her, smoking and watching her eat.

"Eat slowly, not in a hurry." Huo Jingchen looked at her and spoke softly.

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes."

Huo Jingchen responded lightly, afraid that she would choke and handed her a glass of water.

The people in the box almost dropped their jaws in shock, looking at the man with gentle eyes, handing water and paper for a while, they all felt that there was something wrong with their eyes.

Zhao Siqing was a little embarrassed by everyone, and buried her head lower.

Huo Jingchen raised his eyes and looked at the group of people in the box, his eyes were gloomy, where was the gentleness of the past, full of gloom.

For a while, everyone avoided their sight, just as if they didn't see anything.

Gu Anhui looked at this scene, and her teeth itched with hatred.

Why should she be an exception?

The noisy and noisy box seems to be divided into two worlds, and on one side it is full of lights and wine, and it looks like a group of demons dancing.

The man on the other side was smoking a cigarette and watching the woman eat intently, quiet and gentle.

After Zhao Siqing finished eating, he remembered that the gift had not been given to him yet, so he immediately handed the gift to him and said softly: "Happy birthday." ”

Huo Jingchen looked at the dark blue box, and the blood all over his body was a little cold.

He stared at the box for a long time, and finally took it slowly with a slight tremor in his fingertips.

After taking it, he placed the box on the round table in front of him, obviously with no intention of opening it.

Zhao Siqing was a little dissatisfied, and couldn't help asking, "Don't you like it?" ”

Huo Jingchen's lips moved lightly, and his voice was obscure and said slowly: "I like it." ”

Zhao Siqing bent the corners of his lips, feeling that he was not in a high mood, so he didn't ask again.

Huo Jingchen didn't continue the topic of gifts, took the coat and put it on for her, and said in a deep voice: "It's too messy here, I'll ask Jiang Jingming to send you back." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him and asked, "Aren't you going back?" ”

Huo Jingchen's throat tightened, lowered his eyes and said slowly: "I will have something to do later." ”

Seeing that he didn't want to stay here, Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds and said softly: "Okay." ”

Huo Jingchen tidied up her collar, kissed her forehead and whispered, "Let's go." ”

*

Huo Jingchen sent Zhao Siqing downstairs, watched her get into Jiang Jingming's car, and he stood in place and slowly lit a cigarette.

Zhao Siqing sat in Jiang Jingming's car, but he was a little absent-minded.

Jiang Jingming glanced at her and said lightly, "What do you think?" ”

Zhao Siqing came back to his senses, looked at him, and asked softly: "How long does a man like you usually like a woman last." ”

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