Zhao Siqing hurried over and saw Huo baiwan lying on the ground, licking the spilled fish soup.
Zhao Siqing hurriedly squatted down and picked her up. She said gently, "I left it for you. Look, you're causing trouble again. "
Huo Baiwan turned his head and meowed at her. Under Zhao Siqing's pacification, he gradually calmed down.
Zhao Siqing put it aside, and Huo Baiwan jumped away.
Zhao Siqing looked at the time and felt that it was too late to make the fish soup again. She could only hurriedly clean up the broken soup bowl and the spilled fish soup on the ground.
After almost cleaning up, Zhao Siqing closed the thermos lunchbox again. She thought that Huo Jingchen would be angry again if he found out that huo million had stolen his fish soup.
Carrying the thermos lunchbox, Zhao Siqing walked out of the living room and saw huo million running toward her. His two thick little claws were lying at her feet, struggling to scratch her.
Zhao Siqing squatted down and was about to say something to it when huo million's body suddenly softened.
Gradually, he collapsed on the floor tiles, his limbs twitching and foaming at the mouth. Gradually, he stopped moving.
Zhao Siqing's heart tightened, and she had a bad feeling. She quickly looked down to check on Huo Baiwan.
But at that moment, the white and Chubby kitten was lying there motionless.
Zhao Siqing panicked and tried Huo Baiwan's breathing, but huo Baiwan, who was at his feet just a moment ago, was no longer breathing.
The thermos bucket in Zhao Siqing's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
She looked at the motionless cat in a daze, as if she had been greatly frightened, and a chill began to rise from the soles of her feet.
When she came back to her senses, Zhao Siqing quickly got up from the ground and turned around to get her phone. She called Huo Jingchen.
The phone rang for a while before it was picked up. It was only when she heard his deep voice that Zhao Siqing's agitated heart finally calmed down a little.
"Qingqing? " Huo Jingchen sensed her unease and frowned as he spoke in a deep voice.
Zhao Siqing's throat tightened as she suppressed the panic in her heart and said slowly, "Huo... Huo million is dead. "
Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses and said gently, "don't move, I'll go back now. "
Huo Jingchen didn't hang up the phone. He said something in a low voice as he hurried back.
Zhao Siqing turned to look at the motionless Huo Baiwan. The corners of her eyes were a little sore, and she was surrounded by a huge sense of fear.
So it was the fish soup?
If it wasn't for Huo Baiwan, would she have poisoned Huo Jingchen with her own hands today?
However, she was the one who had cooked the entire meal, and it hadn't passed through anyone else's hands at all. How could the food be poisoned?
Zhao Siqing squatted beside Huo Baiwan gently and put her phone aside. She reached out to pick up the ragdoll cat that had been with her for a few months with a little heartache. Her eyes were a little sore and red.
Ever since she was young, she had seen all kinds of things in life. She had experienced all kinds of schemes and plots.
However, she had never seen death approaching like this.
She had never thought that a life would disappear in front of her in the blink of an eye because of a few mouthfuls of soup.
Zhao Siqing only felt very cold. Her entire body was cold.
She did not dare to think about how Huo Jingchen had come over all these years, and how many times he had been murdered and poisoned.
The power struggle between the aristocratic families had reached such a serious stage?
Is there not a trace of family affection to speak of?