Zhao Siqing took out her phone and saw that Nalan Yanran had sent her a few messages an hour ago: [ how is it? Has He relented? ]
Zhao Siqing sent a hopeless emoji and said: [ he almost tore me down like a house. ]
Nalan Yanran fell into deep thought when she saw this and sent a sad emoji: [ I overestimated your strength. ]
Zhao Siqing:"...". ...
Zhao Siqing leaned against the wall and walked to the bed. Her eyes were black and blue.
After taking a shower and waking up, she finally regained some energy.
Zhao Siqing changed her clothes and wanted to find something to fill her stomach. However, she did not expect the devil to be there the moment she opened the door.
Huo Jingchen was wearing a suit and sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed while flipping through the newspaper. There was a cup of coffee on the coffee table. He looked energetic and full of energy.
Zhao Siqing felt her legs go weak when she saw her.
She slowly walked out and asked, "why... are you here? "
Huo Jingchen glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "I'll stay with you. "
Zhao Siqing quickly waved her hand and said, "I... I don't need anyone to accompany me. "
Huo Jingchen put down the newspaper and stood up. "Didn't you say that I'm bored? "
Seeing him turn around and walk toward the restaurant, Zhao Siqing followed him with a headache. What if her husband went crazy?
She was waiting online, and it was quite urgent.
Zhao Siqing ate a few mouthfuls and lost her appetite. Huo Jingchen looked up at her and furrowed his brows. He said gently, "eat more. "
Zhao Siqing looked at him and did not say anything. Her face was covered with a few words: I'm going out.
Huo Jingchen looked at the croissant that she had only taken a bite out of and said gently, "I'll have the maid make a fresh Chinese breakfast and bring it up. "
"I don't want to eat it, " Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly.
Huo Jingchen stared at her for a while and said slowly, "I'll have someone make a fresh breakfast for you. "
"I won't eat it if you don't let me go out, " Zhao Siqing pursed her lips and said softly.
Huo Jingchen narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "if you don't eat it, I'll skin huo million. "
Zhao Siqing stared at the sinister look in his eyes and was stunned for a few seconds. Her heart tightened and she felt a chill run down her spine.
She couldn't explain why, but she felt that his gaze was a little cruel and didn't seem to be joking.
Huo Jingchen seemed to have realized something as well. He avoided Zhao Siqing's gaze, put down his knife and fork, and walked towards the study room.
He stood in front of the desk for a while as if he was trying his best to restrain something.
In the end, he couldn't help but flip over the things on the desk with a slap.
In an instant, the computers, phones, Ashtrays, cups, and documents on the desk all fell to the ground, making a ping-pong sound.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark red, as if he was trying his best to endure.
He didn't know what had happened to him recently, but he kept thinking about how she almost died in front of him a few times.
Moreover, when he thought about how no matter how hard he tried, the final result wouldn't change, he started to lose control, and he couldn't control himself anymore. It was as if there was a ball of evil fire in his heart that couldn't be vented.
Unfortunately, he began to make the same mistake as in his previous life. He hated the person who said those words to him The person who would make her hate him!
Zhao Siqing was sitting in the dining room when she heard some noises coming from the study room. She was stunned for a few seconds before she got up and walked to the study room.
She stood in front of the door and waited for a while. When there was no sound coming from inside, she tried to knock on the door.
Huo Jingchen heard the knocking on the door and looked over. His Adam's apple moved slightly.
Zhao Siqing waited for a while. When she saw that no one was paying attention to her, she gently pushed the door open.
When she entered the study, she saw Huo Jingchen sitting in front of the desk, his hands clenched tightly. His pitch-black eyes looked straight at her, with an indescribable pain and forbearance.