After reading them one by one, Zhao Siqing was a little distracted, and his heart was also sour.

Almost everything written on the memo is related to her, nothing important, mostly trivial things that can't be more trivial.

But he remembered it so carefully, displaying them one by one, which made her feel like she was carefully treasured.

Growing up, it seems that no one has ever been so careful and serious about her.

I have to admit that his liking and forbearance made her feel both panic and uneasy, but she couldn't extricate herself from greed and extravagance, which was full of contradictions.

Zhao Siqing gently put his mobile phone back and looked up at him with a complicated gaze.

He was tall and tall, sitting at her small desk, but he was still extraordinarily upright and imposing.

He was wearing a simple white shirt, but he was indescribably good-looking, and he was a little less lazy in his concentration, with a deep and cold touch, which only made people feel unfathomable.

Zhao Siqing felt that he had never looked through this man.

But... Maybe it's true, as he says, that he likes her.

*

That night, Yuan Yuan didn't come back, and there were still only Zhao Siqing and Huo Jingchen at home.

Zhao Siqing lay on the bed and thought about it for a while before falling asleep in a daze.

But it didn't take long for her to have another dream.

In her dream, it was still the villa that had begun to feel very familiar to her, and the man who couldn't see his face clearly.

On this day, she stayed home alone all day.

From the time he left, to the time the servant asked about dinner, she had not spoken a word all day.

Covered with a thin blanket, she curled up on the couch staring at the movie that had been repeated many times, her eyes unfocused, not knowing what she was thinking.

Until it was getting dark, she shuddered and hid a fruit knife under her pillow.

Soon after, the man came back, Wen Sheng said a few words to her, and when he saw that she was silent, his eyes became a little colder, and then he fell silent.

She didn't eat much for dinner, and after eating, she took a shower and went back to bed early.

The man was still busy, she was lying on the bed with her eyes open, and her hand couldn't help but touch the fruit knife under the pillow again and again, and the whole person looked extremely uneasy.

A short time later, the door was pushed open, she closed her eyes, and the person curled up in a ball, as if she had fallen asleep.

The man approached and lowered his head and kissed her gently, and said in a low voice, "Auntie said you watched TV for a day." ”

She pretended to be asleep and didn't react.

As if he had become accustomed to it, he went around to the other side and got into bed, and reached out to scoop her into his arms.

At this moment, Zhao Siqing's hand touched the fruit knife under the pillow, opened his eyes and directly pressed the knife against his neck.

She looked directly at him, and her voice trembled: "Divorce, let me go, or I'll kill you." ”

The man's eyes were gloomy, and he said slowly with a sneer: "The servant said that he lost a knife, I know that you hid it." ”

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand holding the fruit knife was a little white because of excessive force.

The man grabbed her hand and sent it forward, and said coldly, "Don't you want to kill me?" I'll help you! ”

The blade sank into his flesh, and in an instant, a cut was made, and blood gushed out, a thick blood.

Zhao Siqing met his deep and cruel eyes, his eyes were red, and his heart throbbed: "No... Not ......"

She grabbed the handle of the knife desperately with both hands, and slashed her fingers in the scramble, and tears of pain flowed down her face.

His gaze fell on her hand, and his eyes darkened a little.

He snatched the fruit knife, threw it aside, got up and went to the living room to pick up the phone: "Go call the doctor!" ”

When the man came back, he saw that Zhao Siqing had slowly picked up the fruit knife, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, the tip of the knife was facing herself, and a pair of clear eyes looked at him with water.