"Long time no see." Li Feihuan stopped in front of her and spoke softly, but she couldn't see the slightest guilt and guilt, and she was still as calm as before.

"You seem to have said the same thing to me the last time we met." Zhao Siqing smiled and said softly.

Li Feihuan's eyes fell on the scar on her cheek, and he slowly raised his hand and slowly touched her cheek, as if he wanted to touch the scar.

Zhao Siqing turned his head sideways, and looked at him with a particularly cold gaze: "Li Gongzi, please respect yourself." ”

Li Feihuan withdrew his hand, smiled and said gently: "If Huo Jingchen treats you like this, will you hide too?" ”

"You're not him." Zhao Siqing only replied with a few short words.

He's not him, so a lot of things don't have that assumption from the start.

Li Feihuan smiled and said again: "If one day, Huo Jingchen has nothing, will you still love him like this?" ”

Zhao Siqing twisted her good-looking eyebrows slightly, looked at him and said slowly: "You seem to have known about Gu Anhui's kidnapping of me last time. ”

Li Feihuan smiled and said, "You're too worried." I just think that Huo Jingchen is arrogant and has too many grievances, since he holds you in the palm of his hand, like a jewel, you will inevitably become the target of public criticism and be retaliated against. ”

Zhao Siqing's eyes always fell on his face, trying to see some clues from his expression.

It's a pity that people like Li Feihuan have no flaws in their expressions, and there is no trace to follow at all.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Siqing said softly: "It seems that I want to thank you well, but unfortunately I still couldn't escape the kidnapping." ”

Li Feihuan approached Zhao Siqing a few points, getting closer and closer.

Zhao Siqing didn't expect him to suddenly approach and took a few steps back.

But she was already standing in front of the windowsill, and she didn't take a few steps back before her waist was against the edge of the windowsill, and there was nowhere to retreat.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked at Li Feihuan vigilantly.

Just thinking that this was a hospital, and thinking that Mrs. Huo was in the ward not far away, she gradually relaxed again.

Li Feihuan looked at her with a pair of warm and shallow eyes, and said in a low voice: "Does it hurt?" ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, feeling that the man in front of her was only an inch away from her, so close that it made her feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Siqing couldn't help but reach out and push him away, looking at him with a somewhat cold gaze: "Thank you for your concern, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you." ”

Li Feihuan smiled, and the red mole on his eyebrows and his shallow face made him look a little weird: "Aren't we friends?" ”

Zhao Siqing looked directly at him, and this time he didn't make a sound.

Li Feihuan chuckled, but didn't say anything more.

Zhao Siqing didn't know what to say for a while, when Li Feihuan was close, it would also give her a very strong sense of oppression, but this man's sense of oppression was different from Huo Jingchen's momentum like a black cloud overwhelming the city.

The oppression in this man is more like an intangled vine growing from within, invisibly winding and tightening you little by little, until you suffocate.

The two confronted each other for a few seconds, and Zhao Siqing said slowly: "What kind of enmity do you have with Huo Jingchen?" ”

She admitted that Huo Jingchen's temperament was unpleasant many times, arrogant, and even cruel and arrogant.

But Li Feihuan's hatred and hatred for him have obviously exceeded the ordinary festival, even if he is not obvious, but Zhao Siqing always feels that Li Feihuan is like a poisonous snake in hot pursuit.