Huo Jingchen chuckled when he heard the soft and pretentious voice on the other end of the line. He felt that she was becoming more and more naughty.
After hanging up the phone, Huo Jingchen sent her a text message: [ you can't tell me what's good about your husband, right? There's no rush. I'll make you talk all night in the future. ]
Zhao Siqing looked at his mild threat and bit her lip. [ the signal is bad... ]
This time, Huo Jingchen directly replied to her three smiling emojis.
Zhao Siqing felt a chill down her spine and had a bad feeling.
He was so petty and vengeful. Would she really have to talk to him all night in the future.
Zhao Siqing hesitated for a while and tactfully sent another message. [ Dad, I know I'm wrong! ]
Huo Jingchen smiled and his eyes were filled with affection. He sent another message to Zhao Siqing. [ come to Dad's house tonight, you can still make up for it. ]
Zhao Siqing looked at the two words "tonight" and could not help but think of Nalan Yanran's words again. Her head immediately hurt.
In the evening, afraid that Huo Jingchen would rush over, Zhao Siqing went to Nalan Yanran's place early in the morning. There was still a letter in her bag that made her daydream for more than an hour, but she did not write a single word.
The two of them ate something, and Zhao Siqing sat in front of the desk in a daze with her Chin on her hand.
Nalan Yanran leaned against the headboard of the bed and flipped through a magazine. When she turned around, she saw Zhao Siqing poking her chin with a pen. She could not help but smile and say, "If you poke any more, it will leak. "
Zhao Siqing turned to look at her. "Yanran, have you ever written a love letter to someone? "
Nalan Yanran smiled and said, "do I need something like a love letter? Usually, the sister I like would flirt on the spot. "
Zhao Siqing ran to the bed with the letter in her hands. She knelt on the bed and handed the letter to Nalan Yanran with both hands. "Dad, save the Child. "
After saying that, Zhao Siqing thought to herself. She seemed to have recognized her father a little too much today.
She wondered if Zhao Xingan would be so angry that he would go bald if he knew that she had randomly recognized her father outside.
After seeing Nalan Yanran take away the letter, Zhao Siqing hugged the blanket and sat on the bed, staring at her in a daze. She felt that if Jiang Jingming didn't go bald at this rate, she would go bald first.
"You have to write this yourself. Let me help you figure out what's going on. " Nalan Yanran looked at her stunned expression and smiled.
"If I can't write it, Huo Jingchen won't let me off, " Zhao Siqing said helplessly.
"then you can draw it for him. " Nalan Yanran touched Zhao Siqing's head, cursing in her heart at how she had forced this good child into such a state.
Zhao Siqing's eyes lit up a little at Nalan Yanran's words. Could she use a drawing?
After a moment of daze, Zhao Siqing got up and returned to her desk, sketching gently on the letter.
She stayed up until midnight and finally got a rough draft.
On the light pink letter, there was a pink sea. A family of four stood by the sea, holding hands. She stood on the far left, Huo Jingchen on the far right, and in the middle were two short-legged little buns with meatballs on their legs.
Zhao Siqing looked at the letter with a much gentler gaze.
She might not be ready to be his bride yet, but this was the future that she yearned for.
Zhao Siqing turned the letter over and wrote a line of small words. Each stroke was beautiful and serious.
The love letter that she had been struggling with for a very long time seemed to have no need to think about it at this moment. It easily jumped onto the paper with hope and desire.
Because painting took a lot of time, Zhao Siqing did not insist on completing it today. She planned to continue painting the next day.