Zhao Siqing looked at him and said gently, "Huo Jingchen, calm down. Li Feihuan spent a lot of effort to prepare the same cup. In the end, he did it to provoke you. "
Huo Jingchen laughed mockingly, his eyes filled with mockery. "That's why you refused to accept me, but you were willing to accept his gift. "
Zhao Siqing looked at him, not understanding how he could link these two unrelated things together.
She looked at him and explained patiently, "these are two different things, and the gift was given by him in Yuan Yuan's name. "
Huo Jingchen's eyes were deep and dark. He looked at her with a hurt expression and slowly said, "it's the same thing. "
Zhao Siqing was a little absent-minded. She looked at him and did not know how else to explain.
Huo Jingchen pursed his lips, smiled, slammed the door and left.
Zhao Siqing looked at the closed door and slowly sat down on the SOFA.
She did not accept him, so what did it have to do with her accepting Li Feihuan's gift?
Zhao Siqing was dazed for a moment, but she could not figure out what he was thinking.
Seeing her sitting on the Sofa in a daze, Li Feiyuan frowned his delicate little eyebrows. He put the Cup in his hand on the coffee table and climbed onto the sofa with his short legs.
Zhao Siqing turned her head to look at him. Before she could regain her senses, she felt a wave of milk fragrance wash over her.
The Little Bun seemed to have sensed that he was in a bad mood. He stood beside her, opened his arms, and gently hugged her.
As if afraid that she would be upset, he imitated the behavior of an adult and gently patted her back with his chubby little hands.
Zhao Siqing smiled and held him in her arms. She said gently, "thank you, Yuanyuan. Sister is fine. "
Li Feiyuan's pair of bright black eyes looked straight at her and did not say anything.
Zhao Siqing reached out and touched his little head. She did not expect Li Feihuan to use his child.
However, she thought that Huo Jingchen would not be unable to see through such a clumsy trick.
But what was he angry about?
Or Rather, she could understand why he was angry, but was it worth being so angry because he could not understand?
Qi Bao... ...
Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing took out her phone and changed Huo Jingchen's remarks. The original Huo Shijing was changed to Huo Qi Bao.
After thinking about it, she added an Emoji of a White Bun.
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After Huo Jingchen left, he invited Jiang Jingming to a club that he often went to.
When Jiang Jingming arrived, he saw Huo Jingchen beside the billiard table, bowing and kicking off the ball.
With a loud bang, followed by a few powerful collisions, the balls were all scattered.
He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up a little. He stared at the scattered balls with malicious eyes, as if he was trying his best to hold back his anger.
Jiang Jingming picked a club and walked to the other side of the table. He looked at him and said, "did you eat gunpowder? "
It just so happened that the ball had just been kicked off, so he hit it directly.
After a bang, the ball was scored.
Jiang Jingming continued. After scoring three goals in a row, it was huo Jingchen's turn again.
Huo Jingchen pursed his lips slightly, aimed, and hit it hard!
The ball on the table was greatly impacted. It scattered and hit randomly, but did not score a single goal.
When he thought of her rejecting him, but accepting Li Feihuan's gift, a wicked fire rose in his heart, and he wanted to explode.
Did she think that Li Feihuan was not bad as well?
Gentle and polite?
At the thought of this, Huo Jingchen's expression became even more unsightly. He struck out again with a loud bang.
Seeing that his mind was not on the ball, Jiang Jingming casually struck two shots.
Huo Jingchen did not bother with him. He circled around the table and changed his position, making noise.