Huo Jingchen had a gloomy face and didn't say a word.

After opening the car door, without waiting for Zhao Siqing to speak, he directly stuffed her into the car.

Tang Yan reacted quickly, and without waiting for Huo Jingchen to speak, he stepped off the accelerator and the car sped out.

Zhao Siqing's face turned blue with anger, and he turned his head to stare at Huo Jingchen for a few seconds, unable to speak angrily.

Huo Jingchen didn't look at her one by one, with a gloomy blue and red handsome face, looking straight ahead.

Zhao Siqing let out a sigh of relief, retracted his gaze, turned his head to look out the window and didn't plan to talk to him again.

*

More than half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the building, and Zhao Siqing turned around and got out of the car without saying a word to him.

Huo Jingchen stood in front of the car door, staring at her back, his eyes a little deeper.

He turned his head to look at Tang Qian, his eyes cruel: "Block Lu Qian." ”

"Yes." Tang Yan responded.

Huo Jingchen retracted his gaze, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and turned to go upstairs.

After Zhao Siqing arrived home, he wanted to call Lu Qian to ask about the situation.

After all, she saw how ruthless Huo Jingchen was just now.

But I lost my phone, and there was no way to ask it.

Not long after, the sound of Huo Jingchen opening the door sounded.

Zhao Siqing didn't want to pay attention to him at all now, took his pajamas and went into the bathroom to wash up briefly.

But it seems that it is not messy enough, and the menstrual period also comes to join in the fun.

Zhao Siqing rummaged through the cabinet and was depressed to find that even the last piece of her aunt's towel was left.

She was so busy this week that she forgot to buy it, but she didn't expect it to be today.

When Huo Jingchen came back, he listened to the movement in the bathroom, slowly stepped forward, leaned against the wall in front of the bathroom door and lit a cigarette.

After Zhao Siqing came out, he was stunned for a few seconds.

The man leaned against the wall with his eyes slightly lowered, and a faint smoke blurred his face in front of him.

In a haze, Huo Jingchen raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze sharp.

Zhao Siqing avoided his gaze, turned around and walked into the bedroom, found a coat to put on, and planned to go downstairs to buy some aunt towels.

I don't know if it's because I ate cold during the day, Zhao Siqing only felt a pain in her stomach, and her face was a little pale.

Huo Jingchen was only a little calmer here, and when he saw that she was going out again, his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

He snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and stopped in front of her, his voice hoarse: "Where are you going?" ”

Zhao Siqing glanced at him and said a little coldly: "You get out of the way." ”

Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple moved slightly, his lips pursed slightly, and he looked at her directly without making a sound, but he didn't mean to let go at all.

"I'll go downstairs and buy something." Zhao Siqing spoke patiently again.

"What to buy?" Huo Jingchen asked in a deep voice, his black eyes staring directly at her, obviously not believing.

Zhao Siqing chuckled lightly, his anger was not light, and two strings of flames burst out of his cold eyes: "Huo Jingchen, do I have to report to you during my menstrual period!" ”

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds.

With a 'bang', Zhao Siqing turned around and went back to the bedroom, closing the bedroom door tightly.

After returning to the bedroom, Zhao Siqing poured herself a cup of hot water, a little irritable.

She admits that she seems to like him a little, or at least she doesn't reject him compared to other men.

But Huo Jingchen's possessiveness and desire to control are obviously much more serious than she thought.

Zhao Siqing climbed onto the bed, wrapped in the quilt and curled up, wanting to sleep.

But the pain in her arm and stomach tormented her alternately, and she couldn't sleep.

Not long after, Huo Jingchen pushed the door in and walked softly to the bed.

His gaze fell on her little pale face, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he asked softly, "What do you want to buy?" ”

Zhao Siqing closed his eyes and didn't make a sound.

Huo Jingchen waited for a while, but did not wait for a response.

He withdrew his gaze, grabbed his keys and wallet, and turned to head downstairs.