Tác giả: Zhao Xibao Dịch máy
When Huo Jingchen hurried back, he saw the usually gentle little woman sitting on the ground in a daze, holding the lifeless huo million in her arms.
Huo Jingchen slowed down his footsteps and slowly walked forward.
"Qingqing. "
Hearing someone call her, Zhao Siqing slowly raised her head and her gaze fell on Huo Jingchen's handsome face. Her eyes immediately turned red and she sobbed, "million is dead. "
Huo Jingchen sat beside her and pulled her into his arms, saying in a low voice, "I know. "
Zhao Siqing leaned into his arms, her tears falling uncontrollably. She said softly, "but I was the one who made that bowl of soup for you. "
Huo Jingchen did not say anything. He gently patted the little woman's shoulder.
Zhao Siqing did not know how to describe her feelings at that moment. She had always known that the old Madam had been seriously ill recently. Huo Jingchen was very busy, and all the members of the Huo family were eyeing her covetously.
However, she still did not expect that the poison could reach her bowl. It had almost reached her man's stomach.
Huo Jingchen comforted her in a low voice, "it's okay. "
Poisoning was a common occurrence in the Huo family. However, it had to be said that the method this time was even better. It was able to directly poison Zhao Siqing's pot.
In the Huo family, only Huo Pengpeng, who was proficient in chemistry, had the ability to do so.
She had to have used the effects of two substances to secretly poison Zhao Siqing.
Zhao Siqing's eyes were a little red, and her heart was full of mixed feelings.
Huo Jingchen comforted Zhao Siqing in a low voice for a while before Zhao Siqing's emotions gradually calmed down.
However, when she saw huo million jumping around not long ago, her heart could not help but feel sour and sad.
This kind of scene, which was often seen in historical dramas, now appeared in her own life. For a moment, Zhao Siqing felt as if she was treading on thin ice, and her entire body felt cold.
Huo Jingchen gently kissed the corner of her eyes and said gently, "let's go out and find a place to bury million. It's said that cats have nine lives. Maybe one day, it will change its appearance and come back to find you. "
Hearing his words, Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds. She looked at him with watery eyes and asked softly, "will it? "
"Yes, " Huo Jingchen answered with certainty.
Hearing this, a faint smile finally appeared on Zhao Siqing's fair little face.
Zhao Siqing put the million yuan into an exquisite gift box and hid it. She left the old house with Huo Jingchen and found a good place at the foot of the mountain to bury it.
Zhao Siqing also brought a lot of dried fish and placed it in front of the small grave.
"A million. Huo Jingchen said that cats have nine lives. This must be the first one you've used. If you have any other form, remember to come back and find me. I'll be waiting for you. "
The wind blew the woman's hair gently on her face. Her eyes were clear and gentle, as beautiful as a fairy under the moonlight.
Huo Jingchen's gaze fell on her, not moving for a second.
No one knew that he was actually as afraid as she was.
She was afraid that if she took a bite when she was making the soup, she would eat it before she planned to give it to him. She was afraid that when he arrived home, she would be like Huo million... ...
Huo Jingchen broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of this. The night wind made it even colder.
Zhao Siqing carefully placed the dried fish in front of Huo Baiwan's grave and said gently, "I brought a lot of dried fish and milk that you like. Don't be greedy and eat too much in the future... "