นักเขียน: Zhao Xibao เครื่องแปลภาษา
The people in the meeting room could not help but secretly look up at Huo Jingchen's expression. They saw that the handsome man's eyes were full of thunder one second ago, but in the next second, he was like a gentle breeze.
The people could not help but think to themselves, wasn't their president an essence point And the kind that could switch freely... ...
As expected, he was not to be provoked!
When Zhao Siqing saw Huo Jingchen's message, her ears burned.
She closed her phone and threw it aside, ignoring him.
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After two or three days of recuperation, Zhao Siqing's illness was completely cured.
Zhao Siqing thought about the news that she accidentally saw from Huo Jingchen's phone the last time. It seemed that it was almost his birthday.
However, before his birthday, it was Christmas.
Zhao Siqing had been staying at Yang Jingqiu's place and did not move back.
It was not because she was angry with Huo Jingchen, but because after that 'sleep' , she was afraid that Huo Jingchen would stir up trouble and sleep in the bed.
In addition, she suddenly felt that Yang Jingqiu was no longer young.
There was not a single servant in such a big house. She was the only one living here alone. It was really lonely.
Although Yang Jingqiu didn't say it, Zhao Siqing could still feel that she was happy.
On Christmas Day, Zhao Siqing gave everyone in the studio an apple and a red packet.
She had received two clients in the morning and planned to get off work early.
Huo Jingchen's car was parked outside. He leaned against the car and smoked while waiting for her.
Not long after, a woman wearing a navy blue coat walked out of the building. The woman's hair was tied up haphazardly and she wore a white scarf, revealing a small face that was even whiter than winter snow. Her eyes were warm, and she gave him a faint smile when she looked at him Her clear eyes curved a little, and it made people's hearts soften.
Huo Jingchen straightened his body and reached out to hug her. He asked in a low voice, "what do you want to eat? "
"Um... I'll have something for lunch. Let's go to my house for hotpot tonight. " Zhao Siqing thought that Yang Jingqiu might not come back very early, but it was still a festival, so it would be good to have dinner together.
"okay, " Huo Jingchen answered lightly and opened the car door for her.
Huo Jingchen took Zhao Siqing to the nearest mall. Since it was not night yet, she was not as scary as she thought.
The two of them found a Western restaurant and had a simple meal. Then, Zhao Siqing saw that it was still early, so she decided to walk around the shopping mall and buy something for Yang Jingqiu.
Of course, she still complained about what happened back then.
But perhaps everyone was growing up. As time passed, she gradually began to understand Yang Jingqiu a little.
In fact, she knew that she forced her to leave the country back then because she was protecting her.
What she could not let go of was probably the guilt and self-blame she felt for Xiaoxi.
However, life had to move forward eventually. If she insisted on staying in this swamp, her current life might be in a completely different situation.
After being exhausted, she might not have the courage to face the pain that others had inflicted on her.
Huo Jingchen looked at the gradually increasing crowd in the shopping mall, and his brows gradually knitted together. He held Zhao Siqing's hand and directly went to the other side to restrict the flow of people.
If it was in the top national brand area, there would indeed be fewer people.
However, there was still a long line in front of each of the expensive big brands, which made Zhao Siqing Sigh with admiration at the purchasing power of the Chinese people.
If she didn't know the prices of these things, she would have thought that they were selling carrots and cabbage.
Zhao Siqing found a brand that Yang Jingqiu usually wore and pulled huo Jingchen to line up. "There are a lot of people, but it's good to go in. "