Her one reads: Chenchen's.

And his one reads: Qingqing's.

Zhao Siqing looked at him and subconsciously said, "The name seems to be written backwards." ”

Huo Jingchen leaned against the door, looked at her with black eyes, and said slowly: "It's not counter." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and didn't react for a while.

It wasn't until he looked down at the cup that he gradually understood what he meant, and his cheeks couldn't help but burn a little for a while.

Seeing her put the cup back into the gift box, Huo Jingchen said in a low voice: "The bathroom threw it at me." ”

Zhao Siqing put the fat cow down, turned around and said, "Don't throw it, Yuan Yuan will be angry when he knows it." ”

Huo Jingchen sneered, turned around and walked to the bathroom, ignoring her.

Zhao Siqing hurriedly washed his hands and hurriedly chased out: "This one is good as a water cup, and that one is a cup for brushing teeth." ”

chased all the way to the bathroom, and saw that the two cups that Yuan Yuan gave her before were still safe on the sink, Zhao Siqing knew that he was scaring himself, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Huo Jingchen stood in front of the sink and brushed his teeth, glanced at her and ignored her.

Every day when he saw the pair of broken cups, he couldn't help but want to throw them, but he knew that if he really lost them, she would probably think he was unreasonable.

Zhao Siqing returned to the kitchen, looking at the pot and the two cups in the box, and couldn't help but slightly bend the corners of her lips.

After the meal, Huo Jingchen sat at the table to process the documents, while Zhao Siqing sat at the coffee table to write the client's treatment plan.

Both of them had a brand new cup at hand, and the atmosphere was harmonious, but it was extraordinarily warm.

Not long after, Zhao Siqing heard a text message.

She looked up from the computer, took the phone next to her and clicked on it.

In my eyes, a photo of her asleep was set as a screensaver.

Zhao Siqing was stunned, and before he could react, he had already clicked on his phone.

Jiang Jingming's news jumped out directly and asked him: [How did you spend your birthday? 】

Zhao Siqing didn't want to look at it, but his mobile phone happened to be thrown on the coffee table, and she was a little focused on writing the treatment plan, so that when she heard the voice, she habitually picked up the phone and clicked on it.

But... Is he going to have a birthday?

Zhao Siqing gently put the phone back, looked up at him, and didn't make a sound.

Birthday?

Do you want to give a gift......

Zhao Siqing's eyes fell on the cute cup in his hand, and he couldn't help but start thinking about what to give.

After a while, Huo Jingchen's phone rang again.

Zhao Siqing glanced up at him, and saw that he frowned slightly, looking at something, and couldn't help but remind softly: "Huo Jingchen, your phone." ”

Huo Jingchen didn't raise his head, and said in a deep voice: "Look who it is." ”

Zhao Siqing hesitated, took his mobile phone, and said softly: "No remarks." ”

"Hang up."

"Oh......" Zhao Siqing silently hung up the phone, and the room was quiet again.

Zhao Siqing was about to return the page, but he didn't know which page he came across, and he accidentally clicked into the memo.

She was about to close the page, only to see her name in the memo.

[Don't lose your temper with Qingqing, be patient. 】

[Qingqing likes to eat strawberry cake, the one on Donglin Street. 】

[You can't just throw Qingqing's things, she will be angry. 】

[Qingqing's menstrual period...... (Not always allowed)】

[To restrain getting up, it will scare her.] 】

[Qingqing's injury should be changed every day, twice a day. 】

[You can't kiss it, Qingqing doesn't like it. 】

[Remember to listen to her explanation.] 】

……