Chapter 513: Having a Good Chat?
Nalan Yanran can't say it, maybe it's temperament.
Wait, in fact, the facial features seem to be a little similar.
Thinking about it carefully, the two of them seem to be not particularly stunning when they look at their facial features alone, but they are the kind that is good to see when combined together, the most important thing is the coldness between the eyebrows, which is always a little inexplicably similar.
The two chatted for a while, and Zhao Siqing was still a little uneasy until he went to bed.
She always felt that Gu Anhui seemed to be planning something, but what could she plan at this time?
Zhao Siqing lay on the bed, but she didn't feel sleepy at all, and her mind was full of Gu Anhui's expression at the beach during the day.
It's so calm......
It's a bit abnormal.
Even the hatred for her seems to have calmed down a lot.
But at this time, what can she calculate?
Zhao Siqing closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, and finally couldn't help but get up and call Huo Jingchen.
The phone rang for a while and no one answered, so Zhao Siqing simply called Tang Yan again and asked him to come over.
After all, if she really wanted to check something, she would definitely not be an outsider.
Zhao Siqing climbed out of bed to change his clothes and came out, and not long after, Tang Yan hurried to the living room.
Seeing that Huo Jingchen was not there, Tang Yan couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Always... What about the president? ”
"It seems to be asleep, and he didn't answer my call."
Tang Yan's throat couldn't help but tighten a little, and he subconsciously glanced at Huo Jingchen's closed door.
This... This...... It's not good to be alone in the middle of the night?
If Huo Jingchen saw him talking to Zhao Siqing here in the middle of the night, he would have to kill him alive.
As soon as he thought of this, Tang Yan's legs and stomach began to weaken.
Zhao Siqing was a little speechless: "Tang Yan, are you listening to me...... ”
"What... What the? Tang Yan came back to his senses.
"I said, can you adjust to the monitoring here, I want to see Gu Anhui's whereabouts in the past two days." Zhao Siqing repeated it again in a gentle voice.
Tang Yan came back to his senses and said in a low voice: "Gu Anhui's? ”
"Well, I always feel unsteady after I met her today, I'm afraid she will ......"
Before Zhao Siqing finished speaking, the door of the master bedroom was suddenly opened, and the two of them looked up together.
Huo Jingchen was stunned for two seconds, obviously he didn't expect Tang Zhen to be here, looking at the two heads that were almost together, Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little, and said slowly: "Chatting very happily?" ”
Tang Yan came back to his senses and wanted to cry.
Why is his fate so ill......
Huo Jingchen walked towards the two of them with a calm face, and the gaze that fell on Tang Yan was particularly gloomy.
Tang Yan lowered his head and didn't dare to make a sound, only felt that the air pressure in the room was a little lower.
Zhao Siqing also sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room, gently grabbed Huo Jingchen's hand, and said softly: "Don't scare him, I called him over." ”
Huo Jingchen slowly retracted his gaze, stared at Zhao Siqing with dark eyes for a few seconds, and slowly lowered his eyes to cover the gloom under his eyes.
He seems to be getting more and more out of control lately.
After a while, Huo Jingchen hugged Zhao Siqing to his lap and whispered, "I'll clean you up later." ”
The atmosphere in the room relaxed, Zhao Siqing looked at his expression and said softly: "I always think that Gu Anhui will move, so I want Tang Yan to help me turn down the surveillance." ”
Hearing this, Huo Jingchen raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Yan, and said in a deep voice: "Embroidery." ”
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, looked at Huo Jingchen and said, "You mean... Will she do her hands on embroidery? ”
No, it's she who has already done it.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be so calm and determined today.
If so, then it all makes sense.
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