Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, they?

She looked at him in distraction, unable to comprehend the meaning of his words for a moment.

Could it be that Mrs. Huo is not his biological mother today?

Zhao Siqing didn't ask again, but said softly: "When will Tang Yan come over?" ”

"Not coming."

"And when are you leaving?" Zhao Siqing asked.

"That's why you want me to go?" Huo Jingchen asked coldly, with a heavy aggression in his eyes.

Zhao Siqing avoided his gaze, was silent for a while, and said softly: "It's not appropriate for you to stay here all the time." ”

Huo Jingchen sneered: "Anyway, I've already met my parents." ”

Zhao Siqing replied unceremoniously: "Mr. Huo, you have to know that my parents don't agree, and even hate you very much." ”

Huo Jingchen didn't care, his eyes were full of paranoia: "It's good that I agree." ”

"Huo Jingchen, you don't seem to be my parent." Zhao Siqing continued.

Huo Jingchen tugged at the corners of his lips and chuckled: "If you want to call me dad, it's not impossible." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, looking at the man in front of him in disbelief.

Her pink lips opened slightly, and after a while, she couldn't help but speak: "Are you the devil?" ”

Huo Jingchen approached her a few points, his voice was hoarse, and he said bewildermently: "You can try." ”

Zhao Siqing was a little stunned, and she couldn't react in a daze.

Try?

What to try?

Huo Jingchen looked at her appearance, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but want to hold her into his arms.

Just when he was about to lose control of himself, he suddenly got up and walked in the direction of the bedroom, and threw down a sentence in a cold voice: "Hurry up!" “

Zhao Siqing didn't expect this person to change his face and change his face again.

Did his ancestors sing Peking Opera?

But she was really too late, so she didn't care about him anymore and left in a hurry.

*

It was already twelve o'clock at noon when Zhao Siqing was busy, and he couldn't help but think of Huo Jingchen at home.

Don't know what he's doing?

Leaving a man in his own house like this, Zhao Siqing always felt a little uneasy.

I wanted to call him, but I found out that I didn't have his number at all.

At this moment, the assistant hurriedly knocked on the door and came in: "Doctor Zhao, someone is here." ”

When the words fell, a man in black who had been here last time walked in, still the same sentence as last time: "Doctor Zhao, our wife wants to see you, please." ”

This time, Zhao Siqing knew that it was Mrs. Huo.

Not long after, Zhao Siqing reappeared in the office where Mrs. Huo was last time.

"Long time no see, Dr. Zhao." Mrs. Huo was wearing a white shirt and black wide-legged pants, and she spoke softly.

"You're all right, too." Zhao Siqing also said hello.

"How is Jing Chen's recent condition? I see he's been getting close to you lately. Mrs. Huo asked softly, poured a cup of tea for Zhao Siqing, and her posture was elegant.

Zhao Siqing didn't know why, and suddenly remembered Huo Jingchen's sentence in the morning: 'They just want me to die.' ’

"Doctor Zhao?" Mrs. Huo didn't hear a response, looked up at her and spoke again.

"Yes, Mr. Huo has been very good to me and has rescued me several times, I am very grateful. It's just that he doesn't seem to be willing to cooperate with the treatment. Zhao Siqing said softly.

"It's not easy for him to accept you, and you don't have to be anxious." Mrs. Huo nodded, but did not urge her to do anything.

Zhao Siqing quietly analyzed the woman in front of her, but found that the woman in front of her was not simple.

This Mrs. Huo looks like a Leiley style, but she is thick and fine, and she is elegant.

It's just that people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, is she Huo Jingchen's biological mother?

If not, her purpose of asking herself to treat Huo Jingchen would be a little intriguing.