If he really beat Zhao Siqing's idea, Huo Jingchen would have to fight with him.

And Gu Anhui, who was sitting next to a man, saw Zhao Siqing's face a little more subtle.

She actually came.

This Jiang Jingming is really partial to Zhao Siqing, she has shown favor to him so many times, thinking that he can help her say a few good words in front of Huo Jingchen, and he is not salty and perfunctory.

Unexpectedly, Huo Jingchen made it clear that he didn't want to see Zhao Siqing, but he ran to pick up people!

Gu Anhui turned her head to look at Huo Jingchen in the corner, and slowly lowered her eyes.

What if he came, he wanted to see if Huo Jingchen would give her a good face.

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After Zhao Siqing entered the box, his eyes swept over everyone one by one.

It didn't take long for her eyes to stop at a single couch in the corner, and the man on the couch was half shrouded in shadows, barely making his expression clear.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with his neckline unbuttoned, and he was smoking with his eyes slightly downcast.

In front of him was a separate round low table with a glass of wine, a box of cigarettes, and a cell phone.

Zhao Siqing looked at him a little distracted, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, incompatible with this noisy and noisy box, no one dared to come forward to disturb, he just sat in the corner alone in silence, and he didn't even notice that she was coming.

Zhao Siqing's heart was sour for no reason, and he only felt that if it weren't for the cake on the coffee table that was more than one meter long with his name written on it, probably no one would believe that he was the protagonist today.

Zhao Siqing walked towards him slowly, and the originally noisy box was quiet for a while.

Gu Anhui looked at Zhao Siqing's gaze a little vicious, heh, she waited to see her hit the wall, and then lost face.

A man looked at Jiang Jingming and whispered, "Er Shao, is this okay?" ”

Jiang Jingming took a cigarette in his mouth and said lightly: "I don't know." ”

After Zhao Siqing approached, he could see his excessively pale face, he stared at the low table in front of him and lost his mind, his eyes were not focused, as if he was immersed in some kind of memory and couldn't extricate himself.

Zhao Siqing only felt the indescribable sourness in her chest, she stopped beside him and gently touched his hair: "Huo Jingchen." ”

Her movements made the box quiet again, the drinker held the glass and did not move, and the singer stopped singing halfway, and for a moment a pair of eyes fell on the two of them.

Someone gloated and waited to see a good show.

Someone frowned, a little worried.

There are also people who can't bear it, afraid that Zhao Siqing will be injured.

All in all, almost everyone knows that Huo Jingchen can't be messed with at this time, and no one dares to mess with him.

Hearing the familiar voice, Huo Jingchen slowly raised his head, and a pair of dark black eyes looked directly at Zhao Siqing, lost his mind for a long time.

After a while, those eyes finally gradually gained focus, and he said in a low and slow voice, "You are finally back." ”

He knew she would come back.

He knew that she was still reluctant to give her up.

He chuckled, a little sour at the corners of his eyes.

Zhao Siqing was in a trance and asked softly, "What?" ”

Huo Jingchen gradually came back to his senses, it turned out that he had confused reality with his previous life again......

Huo Jingchen pulled her to his lap, firmly wrapped around her thin waist, and tightened his hands tighter and tighter: "Give me a hug." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly: "I've been waiting for you at home for a long time, but you won't answer my phone." ”

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Well, it's me who is not good." ”