Yuan Yuan blinked his big black eyes and looked at her with suspicion.
"really, I promise. When the new teeth grow out, Yuan Yuan will be a more beautiful baby than before. "
Zhao Siqing coaxed him for a while before Li Feiyuan finally stopped crying and went to wash up obediently.
Zhao Siqing turned to look at the man who was lazily leaning against the bedside table. She could not help but kick him, "you were the one who scared him yesterday. Why do you always bully him? "
Huo Jingchen raised his lazy eyes and snorted. "Then why do you always hug him? "
"If I don't hug him, I'll hug you. Can I carry you? " Zhao Siqing said unhappily.
Huo Jingchen raised the corner of his lips and stretched out his long legs, tripping her.
Zhao Siqing fell into his arms and knocked against his sturdy chest. Before she could regain her senses, she heard him say in a low voice above her head, "if you can't carry him, then you can carry him for a while. "
*
It was another chaotic morning. Zhao Siqing rushed to the office again.
Not long after, the secretary knocked on the door and came in. There was a bouquet of Pale pink flowers in her arms. There were Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon Platycodon platycodon. There were also some flowers that Zhao Siqing could not name. They were less Gaudy, but more elegant and beautiful.
"Doctor Zhao, there are more flowers for you. " The secretary walked up to her with a smile.
Zhao Siqing stopped the pen in her hand and looked at her. "Are they still from that Mr. Huo? "
"Yes. Shall I put them up for you? " The secretary nodded. Seeing that she had accepted them yesterday, she thought that she would definitely accept them again today.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Siqing said gently, "keep a low profile and get rid of it. Don't accept it if you come again in the future. "
The secretary was stunned for a few seconds. "Ah? You don't want such beautiful flowers? "
"Yes. "
"You really don't want them? "
"really, go quickly... " Zhao Siqing urged.
The secretary looked at Zhao Siqing with a conflicted expression. Seeing that she really had no intention of hesitating, she hugged the flowers and turned around to leave, muttering softly.
Zhao Siqing retracted her gaze and continued to write the treatment plan.
Yesterday, Huo Jingchen had quarreled with her for so long over a bunch of roses. How could she dare to accept them again?
Not long after the secretary left, Zhao Siqing received a client.
After more than an hour, she had just finished her work when Huo Jingchen's call came in.
Huo Jingchen had just finished his morning meeting. He stood in front of the huge French window and asked in a deep voice, "have you received the flowers? "
Zhao Siqing stopped turning the pen in her hand and said slowly, "what flowers? "
"You haven't received them? " Huo Jingchen furrowed his brows and looked at the time.
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds. She could not help but think of the bouquet of Pale pink flowers that her secretary had just brought in. Her throat instantly tightened. "The pink bouquet? "
"Yes. "
Zhao Siqing fell silent. For a moment, she was unable to speak.
Seeing that she was silent, Huo Jingchen suddenly thought of something. He furrowed his brows and asked in a deep voice, "where are the flowers? "
Zhao Siqing felt extremely guilty. She stammered, "I... I threw them away. "
Huo Jingchen sneered. He had picked flowers for two whole hours last night, but she threw them away happily. "Didn't you read the message? "
"I didn't read it... I thought... it was from the person from yesterday, so... " Zhao Siqing said weakly. She wanted to cry but had no tears.
Before she could finish, Huo Jingchen interrupted her in a deep voice, "see how I'll deal with you tonight. "
Then, the phone was hung up with a "PA" sound.
Zhao Siqing stared at the disconnected page for a few seconds and quickly got up to look for her secretary. She asked anxiously, "Xiao Mi, where's the bouquet of flowers just now? "
The secretary looked at her blankly. "throw it away. "