Ten minutes later, under Huo Jingchen's coercion and temptation, Zhao Siqing sat at the end of the sofa with red eyes, pitifully looking at the big and red apple in his hand, thinking about how to gnaw it.

Huo Jingchen is a pervert!

The brain circuit is different from the perverted ...... of ordinary people

While complaining in his heart, Zhao Siqing was eating apples.

After working hard for a long time, don't say I love you, even Zhao Siqing didn't bite out the first word of my word, but ate several pieces of pulp.

Zhao Siqing looked at the apple in his hand with a sad face, and then turned his head to look at the man like an uncle on the sofa.

was crashing into Huo Jingchen's black eyes, and Zhao Siqing had no choice but to retract his gaze spinelessly.

Looking at the apple in her hand, she thought that this didn't seem to work.

I love you with so many strokes in three words, it is estimated that she can't bite these words even after eating ten apples.

After pondering for a while, Zhao Siqing thought of replacing it with English.

Well, the more I thought about it, the more feasible I felt, and Zhao Siqing couldn't help but give herself a big thumbs up in her heart.

After thinking of a way, she sat down and carefully ate the apple.

Huo Jingchen looked at her sitting there like a gas bag, eating small bites and bites, eating and watching, just feeling like a little rabbit, cute and cute.

Zhao Siqing felt that he had lost all his face in his life, and when he noticed his gaze, he grabbed a pillow and smashed it at him, and said fiercely: "You are not allowed to look at me." ”

Huo Jingchen caught the pillow and chuckled: "It's eleven twenty." ”

Zhao Siqing looked up at the time, knowing that he was reminding himself that he would not count until it was delivered to him before the end of Christmas Day, so he couldn't help but speed up a little.

Until eleven fifty-five, Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his cheeks were too tired.

She licked her lips, looked at the apple in her hand, hesitated for a while, stretched out her little hand and handed it to Huo Jingchen.

Looking at the ugly apple, Huo Jingchen raised his eyebrows, sat up and took it and looked at it seriously.

On the originally red and big apple, this would really be an extra line of crooked words.

Not what he thinks I love you, but a simple forehead 💖.

Although it is a bit different from what he expected, Huo Jingchen likes it.

Zhao Siqing looked up at him, saw that the corners of his lips were slightly raised, he smiled a little more, and his ears couldn't help but turn a little redder.

"I went upstairs." Zhao Siqing retracted his gaze, feeling that he had no face to see people at all now.

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen looked up at her, saw that her lips were slightly red, and chuckled: "Good night." ”

Seeing that he was finally relieved, Zhao Siqing hurriedly went upstairs and went back to the bedroom.

Huo Jingchen, on the other hand, put the apple on the coffee table and took out his mobile phone to take a photo.

After the shooting, Huo Jingchen stared at the photo for a while, and couldn't help but want to show off.

After thinking for a moment, Huo Jingchen boarded Weibo, which had not been updated for a long time, and posted the photo, with the text: [Late gift. 】

After the update, I looked at the time, eleven fifty-nine, just right.

Not long after Huo Jingchen finished the change, Weibo blew up.

[Ahhhh Capture Huo Shao alive! 】

[Huo is always not stolen. 】

[Weakly asked, did Huo Shao raise rabbits? ] 】

[I'm sour, ask which young lady's gift is so unique! ] 】

[Husband!! When are you going to marry me, I've been waiting year after year......]

[What's going on? Huo Shao shouldn't be in love. 】

[Let me take a sip of the eighty-two year Sprite to suppress the shock, Chenchen, you can't abandon us, woo. 】

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