Zhao Siqing didn't suddenly realize that he had even forgotten to say a few words to Xiaomi.

It seems that I didn't bother to see if there were any customers in the afternoon and whether there was any arrangement.

Seeing that the car had driven far away, Zhao Siqing called Xiaomi and asked for a few words, and then he was relieved.

After rushing to the villa of the Civic Mansion, there was no one at home.

Zhao Siqing searched around but didn't find Huo Jingchen's suitcase, and it was not easy to rummage through his things at home, so he simply emptied his rose gold suitcase.

"Shirts, trousers, ties. Pajamas ......"

Zhao Siqing stood on the side of the bed, whispering while folding clothes.

There are a lot of things to bring, Zhao Siqing carefully packed them in compression bags, and then put a label on the bag to write what it is, so that it will be convenient for him to find it.

After twenty minutes of busyness, the box was already half full.

Zhao Siqing sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the box on the ground in a daze.

What else?

Not... Inside||Pants?

Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing's face couldn't help but burn a little.

Why didn't he come back and pack his things himself?

Where are all his underwear?

Zhao Siqing got up and opened the drawer on the wardrobe, and saw at a glance that the neat lattice inside was full of men's trousers.

She put her hands on the edge of the drawer, her eyes swept from left to right, her little face was red and hot, and she felt a sense of being a thief for no reason.

Kneeling by the cabinet for a long time, he didn't even dare to stretch out his fingers, but Zhao Siqing held back his little face red, and burned all the way from his ears to the base of his neck.

Seeing that the time passed minute by minute, Zhao Siqing let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and touched a few randomly.

After a short while, she felt that the bedroom was too hot.

Zhao Siqing felt that the color of these things was almost the same, and he couldn't see much difference, and after putting them in the bag with a red face, he took the pen and looked at the label on the bag that was attached by himself, and he couldn't put down the pen for a while.

What to write?

After struggling for a long time, Zhao Siqing slowly wrote down a line of small words: [Xiao Nene].

After finally loading it, I hurriedly stuffed the suitcase.

After re-checking it, he packed some medicines that he always had when he went out, in order to prevent him from having too serious insomnia and not resting well, Zhao Siqing reluctantly packed two sleeping pills into it.

"Hmm, razors, toothbrush, toiletries, ......"

After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Siqing felt that there seemed to be nothing missing, but he suddenly had to go so far, and he didn't even know how long, Zhao Siqing always felt relieved.

After struggling for a while, he turned around and put the pink rabbit he held when he slept every day, and also packed a box of fruit candy and a thermos cup by the way.

The big box was full, and Zhao Siqing locked the box.

Counting the time, I was a little nervous.

Because he didn't know where Huo Jingchen was from, Zhao Siqing called Tang Yan.

Tang Yan glanced at Huo Jingchen, who had a gloomy face, walked to the corner, faced the wall, covered the microphone and whispered, "Hey." ”

"Tang Zhen, how is Huo Jingchen going?" Zhao Siqing asked urgently.

"Walk on your feet."

Zhao Siqing: ......

I'm afraid it's not mentally retarded.

"I'm asking him which flight he's on?" Zhao Siqing feels that it is necessary to be more patient with children with intellectual disabilities.

"The president's own plane."

Zhao Siqing: ......

"Where he started, I'll go now."

Tang Yan quietly glanced at Huo Jingchen's face, hesitated for a while, and said, "The president's whereabouts cannot be revealed at will. ”

"Tang Yan, believe it or not, I'll kill you~" Zhao Siqing tilted his head and held the phone, and was rubbing down the stairs with a huge box in both hands, panting tiredly.