He still wouldn't mention letting her out, whether it's to the studio or to hang out.

Zhao Siqing thought of those bodyguards who were guarding his side 24 hours a day, and he only felt extremely depressed.

It's not that she doesn't appreciate them and doesn't want them to protect her, it's that she can't accept that they look at her like a prisoner.

didn't talk about going to work, just said that she wanted to see Yanran and Yang Jingqiu's rights, but Huo Jingchen seemed to have rejected them.

This reminded Zhao Siqing of that dream, in which she could only stay in the empty villa, and she couldn't go anywhere, and she even had to lower her posture to beg him when she went out.

Zhao Siqing looked at Huo Jingchen and said softly: "If you are not at ease, can you let me go out with them and let them protect me?" ”

Zhao Siqing tentatively spoke, she knew that Huo Jingchen was afraid that she would encounter accidents again, but she couldn't stay in a house like this forever.

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and didn't make a sound, but he was obviously not moved by Zhao Siqing's words.

After a while, Huo Jingchen said softly: "I asked Tang Yan to accept Lan Yanran over." ”

The words fell, and without waiting for Zhao Siqing to speak again, he turned around and left.

Zhao Siqing looked at his back and was stunned for a few seconds, his eyes were a little complicated.

She could feel that Huo Jingchen was different from before this time, and even he would rather hide from himself than let himself out, which was stubborn and frightening.

Zhao Siqing slowly lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling in a daze, not knowing how she could convince Huo Jingchen's attitude of refusing to communicate.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Siqing gradually fell asleep again.

This night, she slept restlessly.

A dream that I hadn't had in a long time came back again.

In the dream, it was a villa similar to the style of the Civic Mansion, with black-clad bodyguards almost identical to those in front of him, standing in various positions on the floor.

The only thing out of their sight is the bedroom.

"Huo Jingchen, my mother is sick... Can I go see him tomorrow? Zhao Siqing looked at the man in the study and spoke softly, her eyes still extremely cold.

The man sitting at the desk was straight, he didn't raise his head, but said in a deep voice: "I will arrange for doctors and specialists to come over." ”

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, and insisted again: "I mean I want to see her." ”

The pen in Huo Jingchen's hand paused slightly, and after slowly putting it down, he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Siqing, his narrow phoenix eyes were sharp and aggressive.

"Get out." He stared at her for a long time, and then spoke in a deep voice.

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and froze in place.

The picture kept changing, like a distorted time machine, and in the blink of an eye, it changed to the image of her sitting in the living room watching TV.

And what was shown on TV was nothing else, but Nalan Yanran's funeral.

The news broadcast the story of her heroic sacrifice.

In the gloomy weather, it was raining continuously, men and women dressed solemnly stood on the lawn holding black umbrellas, looked at the smiling woman on the tombstone, and took off their hats and saluted.

Zhao Siqing sat on the sofa and looked at the scene in a daze, her face as pale as paper.

Something happened to Yanran, and Yanran died.

It's just that she can't even go out for her funeral, she can only sit in this empty room, watch her go, and even the last journey, she can't see her off.

Not long after, Huo Jingchen came back from outside, and there were still some drenched traces of rain on his body.

He turned his head to look at the woman sitting on the sofa in a daze, and was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I will settle her funeral and family." ”