Hearing this, Huo Jingchen was satisfied.
After dinner, Zhao Siqing wanted to go back to her room to rest, but before she could touch the doorknob, Huo Jingchen dragged her to his bedroom.
After Huo Jingchen came in, he locked the door, as if he was afraid that she would run away.
Zhao Siqing could not help but be speechless. Thinking that she could not go out, she looked around his room.
The master bedroom was very big, and it was similar to the style of his previous bedroom. Although it was quite luxurious and european-style, there were not many things in the room. The complicated patterns were too cold, making people feel that there was no warmth.
Zhao Siqing walked to the bedside and saw a photo of him on the headboard. She could not help but pick it up and look at it carefully.
In the photo, there was a teenager wearing a school uniform. He was 16 or 17 years old. The silver-gray school uniform was a suit style. With the shirt and tie on him, it was indescribably beautiful.
However, compared to now, his gaze at that time was more arrogant. There was an undisguised viciousness between his brows. His phoenix-like eyes looked at you coldly. One look and you would not want to be with him.
However, in the end, he was still not very old. Compared to now, he still had a touch of innocence.
Huo Jingchen hugged her from behind and looked at the photo in her hand. He said in a low voice, "from now on, we will have a photo of us together in our home. "
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes and didn't say anything.
Their home?
For so many years, home seemed to be an especially cold and distant synonym for her.
Would she have her own home in the future?
Huo Jingchen hugged her and said softly, "Qingqing, I want to have a home with you. "
Our own home.
Zhao Siqing was a little dazed. She turned around and smiled at him. "there will be. "
Huo Jingchen's gaze softened a little, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
After Zhao Siqing put down the photo, Huo Jingchen pulled her into the bathroom. Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds when she saw him unbuttoning his shirt. "Do... do you want to take a shower? "
"Yes, my pants are dirty. " Huo Jingchen's gaze fell on the large grease stain on his pants. He could not stand it.
If she had not gone along with him during dinner, he would have come back to take a shower first.
He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand. His movements were a little slow, but he could still unbutton it.
Zhao Siqing stared at his movements for a while. She only felt that his fingers were fair and slender, and they were indescribably beautiful.
The button was gradually unbuttoned to the fourth button. Zhao Siqing came back to her senses and quickly looked away with a blush on her face.
Huo Jingchen looked at her reaction and could not help but smile.
After he threw the shirt into the basket, he could not help but want to flirt with her again.
Huo Jingchen stepped forward and hugged her slender waist with one hand. He said in a low voice, "it's been so long, why are you still so shy? "
Zhao Siqing did not expect him to suddenly come over. She felt his warm breath and her little face blushed a little.
She turned to look at him, and her eyes were a little misty. She could not help but ask softly, "why did you call me in the shower? "
Huo Jingchen smiled lightly and locked the bathroom door again.
In the enclosed space, under the warm light, Zhao Siqing felt her face suddenly warm up.
Fortunately, the bathroom was still quite big. Although it was only a small bathroom in the bedroom, this was the huo family after all.
The ample area made Zhao Siqing at least feel less oppressive, and her tightly clenched heart relaxed a little.
Huo Jingchen undid his belt with one hand, looked at her and said in a deep voice, "I'll break my leg again. Are you going to push me a wheelchair for the rest of my life? "