Without waiting for Huo Jingchen to speak, Zhao Siqing retracted her gaze and said gently, "you guys chat, I'm going in. "
After saying that, she turned around and walked back from Huo Jingchen's side.
Huo Jingchen immediately reached out and pulled her back. His dark eyes stared straight at Zhao Siqing, feeling a little wronged. "Baby. "
Zhao Siqing glanced at him and said indifferently, "let go. "
Huo Jingchen looked at her pitifully and did not move.
Zhao Siqing directly removed his large hand and turned around to go straight into the bedroom.
Huo Jingchen's face turned even uglier. He turned to look at Gu Anhui, who was standing in front of the door, with a dark look in his eyes.
Obviously, Gu Anhui was not an ordinary woman, so she was very calm about Huo Jingchen's dark look.
"Jingchen, I heard from grandma that your arm was injured, so I made some tonic soup for you. " Gu Anhui looked at Huo Jingchen eagerly, but only she knew how fast her heart was beating.
He was wearing a loose set of black pajamas. His skin was cold and white, his lips were red, and his hair was not completely dry. He looked lazy and flirtatious.
When those eyes looked at you, it made your blood flow faster, and you were especially nervous.
Sensing his gaze, the smile on Gu Anhui's face became more real.
Huo Jingchen glanced at her, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door.
Looking at the thermos bucket in front of him, Huo Jingchen's lips curled up, and a trace of wickedness flashed in his eyes. He looked at her and said slowly, "you gave it to me specially? "
Seeing that he asked, Gu Anhui quickly said, "yes, when you came back, I heard Uncle Zhong and grandma say that your arm was broken, so I quickly went back to make bone soup for you... "
"Open it, " Huo Jingchen opened his red lips and said gently.
His voice was rarely gentle, and Gu Anhui felt indescribably happy. Immediately, she lowered her head and opened the thermos.
The rich aroma of the soup overflowed, and a white steam rose from the steam.
"Jingchen... " Gu Anhui opened the thermos and brought it to Huo Jingchen again.
But before she could finish her words, Huo Jingchen knocked her thermos over.
"Ah! " The soup instantly flew out and splashed all over Gu Anhui. She was frightened and staggered back two steps.
With a bang, the thermos bucket fell heavily to the ground. Then, it rolled far away on the ground, and the soup spilled all over the ground.
The temperature of the soup was not too high, but it was still very hot. Gu Anhui's eyes were red from the heat, and her breathing became faster.
She raised her head to look at Huo Jingchen, but she bumped into a pair of dark eyes.
Huo Jingchen's dark eyes looked straight at her, and his gaze was cruel. He said coldly, "if you scream again, I'll cut your tongue out. "
Gu Anhui was stunned for a few seconds, and when she met his dark and gloomy eyes, a bone-chilling coldness emerged from the bottom of her feet. It gradually spread, making her feel as if she was facing a cold-blooded poisonous snake.
She subconsciously shut her mouth and looked at him with red eyes, not daring to make a sound. Her arm, which had been splashed by the soup, still felt a throbbing pain.
Huo Jingchen Walked to the SOFA and sat down. He took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the coffee table and lit it in his mouth. There was an unspeakable gloominess in his laziness.
Gu Anhui stood at the side, hesitating and not daring to go forward. A few seconds later, Huo Jingchen looked up at her and said slowly, "sit. "
Gu Anhui was inexplicably nervous, and her palms were sweaty.
All these years, Huo Jingchen had almost never talked to her, and he rarely even dealt with her, not to mention asking her to sit in front of him like this.
But the more he did so.. The more uneasy she felt.