"How private? " Huo Jingchen leaned back in his chair and asked calmly.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Instead, he seemed to be chatting with her.
Zhao Siqing looked at her watch. There were only five minutes left until the scheduled time of two o'clock, but this ancestor in front of her had no intention of leaving at all.
Zhao Siqing couldn't help but stand up and push open a door in the office. She looked at Huo Jingchen and said, "why don't you go and sleep for a while? "
The inner room was her usual lounge. It wasn't big, but if she felt tired, it was still very good to sleep.
Huo Jingchen raised his eyebrows and said with a faint smile, "invite me to sleep? "
Zhao Siqing... ...
Huo Jingchen got up and walked into the small resting room, which was seven to eight square meters in size. There was a single bed, a bedside table, and a small wardrobe. Other than that, there was nothing else.
The light in the room was very dim, but the lamp on the bedside table was always on.
There was a kind of fragrance beside the lamp, which made the entire room filled with a faint soothing fragrance, which made people involuntarily relax.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Zhao Siqing did not have time to say anything else. She hurriedly closed the door of the lounge and got up to open the office door.
The scheduled patient arrived on time, so Zhao Siqing began to chat with her.
In the narrow lounge, Huo Jingchen lay on the small bed and slowly closed his eyes.
He did not sleep well last night. There was a faint scent of her around him, which somehow made him feel at ease.
Unconsciously, Huo Jingchen gradually fell asleep.
But this time, he did not sleep well.
Her slap reminded him of many things in the past.
He dreamed that she was standing more than ten meters away from him with a gun. She was wearing a white dress and smiling at him.
The wind blew away her long hair. She was as beautiful as a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.
Bang! A gunshot was heard and she gradually fell into a pool of blood.
"Qingqing! "
Huo Jingchen suddenly woke up from his dream. His face was a little Pale.
After realizing where he was, he put on his shoes and walked out of the room.
Zhao Siqing was chatting with the patient when the door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open. A man in a shirt and pants stepped on her pink cherry slippers and walked out with a Sullen face.
Zhao Siqing's treatment was coming to an end.
She looked at the patient who was stunned by Huo Jingchen's appearance and said gently, "I'm sorry, this is a client who was hypnotized just now. He must have thought of something bad and woke up suddenly. "
"Oh, oh, I understand... I understand. "
After sending the patient away, Zhao Siqing closed the door, turned around, and leaned against the door with her arms crossed. She looked at the man with a gloomy face and wondered if her bed was uncomfortable. Was this young master not sleeping comfortably enough?
Huo Jingchen only gradually calmed down after confirming that she was standing in front of him.
He slowly walked forward and stopped in front of Zhao Siqing, looking down at her from above.
Zhao Siqing only wanted to ask if she could take off her cherry balls first... ...
"What's wrong? " Zhao Siqing asked softly as she looked at him seriously.
After all, Huo Jingchen was still her patient.
"A nightmare, " Huo Jingchen said in a hoarse voice, still somewhat surreal.
Zhao Siqing did not expect him to speak so easily, and her voice became gentler, "what did you dream about? "
"I dreamed... " Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his long and narrow eyes stared at her.
Zhao Siqing waited patiently, encouraging him to continue.
"I dreamed... that you were dead. " Huo Jingchen's voice was low and hoarse.
Zhao Siqing... ...