"Just let Tang Qi send me off, " Zhao Siqing said gently.
Huo Jingchen's dark eyes were deep and dark. He had already walked out, obviously not intending to listen to her opinion.
Zhao Siqing looked at his figure and did not make a sound.
He had just used steam to steam his head. If he were to catch a cold in the wind now, it would be easier for him to get a headache.
However, Zhao Siqing also knew that she would not be able to stop him. After a stalemate, she followed him downstairs.
When they reached downstairs, Huo Jingchen went to get the car. Zhao Siqing saw an Auntie in her fifties standing by the stairs.
Zhao Siqing walked up and asked gently, "Auntie, do you have a man's hat or scarf? "
"please wait a moment. "
Zhao Siqing nodded and waited on the spot.
Not long after, the maid handed a cap and a gray cashmere scarf to Zhao Siqing. "Do you think this will do? "
"Yes, thank you. "
Zhao Siqing thanked her and turned to chase after her.
It was the turn of the season, and the night was particularly cold.
Zhao Siqing saw that Huo Jingchen was already sitting in the driver's seat, so she got into the passenger seat.
As soon as she sat down, she put the hat on Huo Jingchen's head and then put the cashmere scarf on his head.
Huo Jingchen furrowed his brows, seemingly displeased. He turned to look at Zhao Siqing, stretched out his hand, and threw it into the back seat.
Zhao Siqing saw that he did not move, and the two of them remained silent.
After a while, Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes and said gently, "put it on. "
Huo Jingchen's lips parted slightly. "Ugly. "
Zhao Siqing thought of the pile of medicine on the operating table and the wine on the coffee table, and the anger in her heart suddenly rose. "Huo Jingchen, are you a child? ! "
Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds, as if he had never seen her so angry.
Meeting his deep eyes, Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes and let out a sigh of relief.
A few seconds later, Zhao Siqing turned around and took back the hat and scarf from the back seat, putting them directly on his head.
Huo Jingchen did not move this time, and Zhao Siqing did not speak again.
Neither of them said anything, and neither did the car start.
A moment later, Huo Jingchen said slowly, "I can't see the road. "
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, then turned to look at him. Only then did she realize that the brim of the hat was too low, and with the scarf covering it, it blocked her line of sight.
Zhao Siqing stretched out her hand to help him tidy up, and Huo Jingchen immediately started the car.
This time, he did not move, but his brows were furrowed. He was obviously very dissatisfied with this wolf-like appearance of his grandmother.
Zhao Siqing walked Zhao Siqing all the way to the door. Without saying a word to him, Zhao Siqing walked straight into the house.
Huo Jingchen did not leave immediately. He leaned against the car door and looked in her direction, lighting a cigarette. His eyes were dark.
If he wanted to see her again, it would be half a month later.
So difficult.
The scarf and cap were still wrapped around his head, still maintaining the previous appearance.
Huo Jingchen smoked the cigarette in his hand seriously. He only turned to leave when the cigarette slowly burned to the end of the cigarette.
*
The next day, Zhao Siqing was giving psychological treatment to a client.
Jiang Jingming suddenly barged in. His secretary, Xiao Mi, followed him and said weakly, "Doctor Zhao... I can't stop him. "
Zhao Siqing slowly got up and looked at Jiang Jingming.
Jiang Jingming was wearing a navy blue coat with a white sweater underneath. His face was bright with a hint of youth, but there was a hint of bossiness and arrogance between his brows.
After entering, Jiang Jingming first smiled at Zhao Siqing, and then his gaze fell on the man in front of the desk.
"Sir, can you lend me twenty minutes? " Jiang Jingming looked directly at the middle-aged man who had not stood up in time. His gaze was arrogant, and he had no intention of discussing it.