Listening to the soft and contrived voice on the other side, Huo Jingchen chuckled, only to feel that she was getting more and more skinny now.

After hanging up the phone, Huo Jingchen sent her a text message: [I can't tell the advantages of my husband, right? Don't worry, I'll let me say that I can't stop all night. 】

Zhao Siqing looked at his tepid threat and bit his lip: [Is the signal bad......]

Huo Jingchen directly replied to her three smiling expressions this time.

Zhao Siqing felt cold on the soles of her feet for no reason, and she had a bad premonition.

He is so small-bellied and holds grudges, should he really want her to stay all night in the future.

Zhao Siqing hesitated for a while, and then sent another text message: [Dad, I know it's wrong! 】

Huo Jingchen hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes were doting, and he sent a text message back to Zhao Siqing: [Come to Dad's house tonight, and you can remedy it. 】

Zhao Siqing looked at the two words tonight, and couldn't help but think of Nalan Yanran's words again, and suddenly had a headache.

In the evening, for fear that Huo Jingchen would rush over, Zhao Siqing slipped away to Nalan Yanran early, and there was still a letter in her bag that made her stunned for more than an hour, but she didn't write a word.

The two ate something, and Zhao Siqing sat at the desk in a daze with his chin up.

Nalan Yanran leaned on the head of the bed and flipped through the magazine, and when she turned her head, she saw Zhao Siqing poking her chin with a pen, and couldn't help laughing: "If you poke it again, you will leak." ”

Zhao Siqing turned his head to look at her: "Yanran, have you ever written a love letter to someone?" ”

Nalan Yanran hooked her lips and smiled: "Do I need something like a love letter?" The sister who generally likes it flirts on the spot~"

Zhao Siqing ran to the bed with the letter, knelt on the bed on both knees, handed the letterhead to Nalan Yanran and said, "Dad, save the child." ”

After speaking, Zhao Siqing thought silently in her heart, she seemed to know her father a little bit today.

I don't know if Zhao Xing'an will be angry and bald if she knows that she recognizes her father so indiscriminately outside.

Seeing that Nalan Yanran took away the letter, Zhao Siqing sat on the bed with the quilt and looked at her in a daze, feeling that Jiang Jingming was not bald if she continued like this, but she was going to be bald first.

"I'm going to write this thing myself, I'll figure it out for me?" Nalan Yanran looked at her stunned appearance and smiled.

"I can't write it, Huo Jingchen won't spare me." Zhao Siqing had no choice but to speak.

"That's the painting for him." Nalan Yanran touched Zhao Siqing's head, and secretly scolded in her heart to see what she had forced this good child to become.

Nalan Yanran's words made Zhao Siqing's eyes light up a little, can you use it to paint?

After a pause, Zhao Siqing got up and returned to the desk and lightly sketched on the letterhead.

I stayed up until midnight before I finally got a draft.

On the pale pink letterhead, a pink sea, a family of four stood on the beach holding hands, she stood on the far left, Huo Jingchen stood on the far right, and in the middle was a short leg bun with meat vortex on both legs.

Zhao Siqing looked at the letter paper, and her eyes were much softer.

She may not be ready to be his bride yet, but this is what she longs for in their future.

Zhao Siqing turned over the letter paper and gently wrote down a line of small characters, stroke by stroke, with a beautiful font and extra seriousness.

The love letter that has been entangled for a long, long time, but at this moment, it seems that there is no need to think about it anymore, and it is easy to jump on the page, with expectations and longing.

Because painting is very time-consuming, Zhao Siqing does not have to force it to be completed today, and plans to wait until the next day to continue painting.