Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly: "Huo Jingchen, you calm down, Li Feihuan took great pains to prepare the same cup, in the final analysis, it was to stimulate you." ”

Huo Jingchen sneered, with a smear of sarcasm in his eyes: "So you refuse to accept me, but you are willing to accept his gift." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him, not understanding how he could connect such two unrelated things together.

She looked at him and patiently explained, "These are two different things, and the gift was given by him in the name of Yuan Yuan. ”

Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, he looked at her a little hurt, and said slowly: "It's the same thing." ”

Zhao Siqing was in a trance, looking at him and not knowing how to explain it.

Huo Jingchen pulled the corners of his lips, smiled, slammed the door and left.

Zhao Siqing looked at the closed door and slowly sat down on the sofa.

She didn't accept him, what does it have to do with her accepting Li Feihuan's gift?

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a while, and he didn't figure out what he was thinking.

Seeing her sitting on the sofa and losing her mind, Li Feiyuan frowned, put the cup in his hand on the coffee table, and climbed onto the sofa with his little short legs.

Zhao Siqing turned his head to look at him, and before he came back to his senses, he felt a burst of milky fragrance coming to his face.

Xiao Baozi seemed to sense that he was in a bad mood, stood beside her, opened his arms, and hugged her gently.

As if he was afraid that she would be sad, he imitated the appearance of an adult, and gently patted her back with his little fleshy hand.

Zhao Siqing smiled, held him in his arms, and said softly: "Thank you Yuanyuan, my sister is fine." ”

Li Feiyuan looked directly at her with a pair of dark eyes and did not speak.

Zhao Siqing reached out and touched his little head, he really didn't expect Li Feihuan to take advantage of the child.

However, she thought that Huo Jingchen would not even be able to see this clumsy trick.

But what is he angry about?

Or, it's understandable that he's angry, but it's worth being so angry if he doesn't understand?

Air Bag ......

Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing flipped out his mobile phone and changed Huo Jingchen's remarks, and the original 'Huo Shijing' was changed to 'Huo Qibao'.

After thinking about it, he added a white bun expression to the back.

*

After Huo Jingchen left, he asked Jiang Jingming to go to a club he frequented.

When Jiang Jingming arrived, he saw Huo Jingchen next to the billiards case and bowed down to kick off.

There was a loud 'bang', followed by several powerful collisions, and the balls scattered.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, the cuffs of the shirt were pulled up a few points, and he stared at the scattered balls full of gloom, as if he was trying to hide some anger.

Jiang Jingming picked a cue and walked to the other side of the table, glanced at him and said, "Are you taking gunpowder?" ”

As soon as the ball kicked off, he hit a shot directly.

After a 'bang', the ball goes in.

Jiang Jingming continued, and after scoring three goals in a row, it was Huo Jingchen's turn.

Huo Jingchen's lips pursed lightly, and he hit hard after aiming!

The balls on the table were hit by a huge impact, and they spread out violently, and the ping-pong touched each other, but none of them scored.

As soon as he thought that she rejected him but accepted Li Feihuan's gift, an evil fire sparked in his heart, wanting to explode.

Does she think Li Feihuan is also good?

Suave and polite?

Thinking of this, Huo Jingchen's face became even more ugly, and he made another loud noise.

Seeing that his mind was not on the ball, Jiang Jingming casually hit two shots.

Huo Jingchen didn't care about him, and changed positions around the table, making noise.