Huo Jingchen's gaze softened as he looked at the small words on the letter. He felt that his originally frustrated heart had gradually calmed down.
He looked at the letter a few times and couldn't put it down.
This was the most serious time that she had ever said that she liked him.
His heart felt as if it was stuffed with something, or as if it was soaked in a jar of lemon honey. It was a little sore, but there was a hint of sweetness in it. He couldn't help but want to giggle.
Huo Jingchen folded the letter along the place where they were holding hands. The two little buns in the middle were pressed under the paper. The rectangular piece of paper suddenly became shorter, but his and Zhao Siqing's hands were held together.
Looking at the two of them holding hands, the corners of Huo Jingchen's lips curled up slightly.
Sure enough, without the two annoying little buns, he looked much more pleasing to the eye.
Huo Jingchen took his phone and took a picture of the drawing paper. Then, he set it to the back view of the person on Wechat's main page.
Then, he stuffed the letter back into the envelope and carefully put it into the drawer in the study.
*
Huo Jingchen was in a good mood, perhaps because of this unexpected surprise.
After taking a shower, he was about to go to the kitchen to see what Zhao Siqing was doing when his phone rang on the coffee table.
Huo Jingchen glanced at it, and Nalan Yanran's message immediately popped up: [ it's not too late to regret now. Hurry up and go to hell before you get your certificate. ]
Huo Jingchen narrowed his eyes, and his narrow phoenix-like eyes deepened.
He opened his phone, and the page still remained on the chat box between Zhao Siqing and Nalan Yanran on wechat. Huo Jingchen flipped it up, and his face instantly turned green.
He couldn't help but want to take their baby to see his brain. He was afraid that he was an idiot after living for more than 20 years.
Just then, Zhao Siqing came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles in her hand. She saw him sitting on the Sofa and looking at his phone. She said gently, "I made noodles. "
"Come here. " Huo Jingchen looked at her and said in a deep voice.
Zhao Siqing was stunned for two seconds and secretly looked at his face.
Why did she feel that something was wrong? Did he not like the love letter she wrote?
After putting the bowl on the dining table, Zhao Siqing slowly walked toward him, feeling as if she had forgotten something.
It wasn't until she walked to his side that Zhao Siqing finally realized that the phone in his hand was hers.
After being stunned for a few seconds, she suddenly remembered the conversation she had with Nalan Yanran.
"I... "
Before she could speak, Huo Jingchen pulled Zhao Siqing onto his lap.
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes slightly and quibbled softly, "who said that? You are my heaven and my earth... "
Huo Jingchen sneered and directly lifted her up by her waist, "Zhao Siqing, it's useless even if you flatter me today! "
"What are you doing... I even cooked noodles. "
Huo Jingchen pushed open the bedroom door and threw her directly onto the bed.
...
*
More than an hour later, Zhao Siqing was tightly wrapped in the blanket and refused to come out. Her face was so red that water could drip from it.
Huo Jingchen looked at her with his dark eyes and said in a low and hoarse voice, "if there's a next time, I'll deal with you directly. "
Zhao Siqing was embarrassed and angry. She wished she could find a hole to hide in.
What.. She thought that last night... ...
She did not expect nothing to happen.
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes. Her long eyelashes were still wet and she didn't dare to look at him.