148 Chapter 147 invitation

"I have a delivery. Do you need help to carry it? " Zhao Siqing looked at him and asked carefully.

Huo Jingchen sat there in a daze for a few seconds. He resigned himself to his fate and got up. He washed his face, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.

This was his life as a slave. He had not slept for half the night because of the disturbance last night. He had been woken up early in the morning to do manual labor.

Zhao Siqing looked at his back and smiled. She put away his bed and pushed the sofa away.

When Huo Jingchen and his master carried the things up, he was completely awake.

His face turned green when he saw the things that had been installed.

What did she buy?

A SOFA bed?

Was she planning to let him sleep in the living room for the rest of his life? !

Huo Jingchen looked at the White Sofa bed in front of him gloomily. It was a sofa when it was folded up and a bed when it was put down. What kind of Bullsh * T design was that? !

Huo Jingchen looked up at Zhao Siqing and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "is this the warmth that you gave me? "

"Yes. " Zhao Siqing nodded as if it was a matter of course.

Huo Jingchen was so angry that he hurt himself internally. He Sat on the SOFA with a Sullen face and sulked.

He thought.. Thought... ...

Damn it!

There was no such thing as a warm and pretty girl. It was all a dream!

Zhao Siqing looked at his sullen and handsome face. Her delicate little face came up to him and asked, "what are you thinking about? "

Huo Jingchen sneered and looked at her coldly. "Don't provoke me, or I'll beat you up! "

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After a noisy morning, Zhao Siqing was a little late to go out.

Not long after she arrived at the studio, her phone rang.

She looked at the number and was silent for a while before she slowly picked it up. "Dad. "

"Qingqing, why didn't you tell dad that you're back? You're coming to Jinhai villa tonight. It's dad's birthday and you're coming over. We're going to have a family gathering. It just so happens that dad hasn't seen you in a long time. " A gentle male voice came from the other side.

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds before replying gently, "okay. "

"If you're not busy, come over earlier. Help your auntie Jiang with the chores. There are still many guests coming over. "

"got it. "

After hanging up, Zhao Siqing stared at her phone in a daze.

The man who called her was Zhao Xingan, her father.

It was only when she was very young that Zhao Xingan and Yang Jingqiu divorced.

Ever since she could remember, his relationship with Yang Jingqiu had always been bad.

Every time the two of them met, it was a world war. They would definitely quarrel endlessly.

Fortunately, he was still gentle to her.

She remembered that he would buy her beautiful dolls when he came back from his business trip. She also remembered that he would tell her fairy tales in a warm voice before he went to bed.

She also remembered that he would accompany her to watch her favorite dramas. He would even take her to skip those cram schools that Yang Jingqiu signed up for that she hated.

Even though Zhao Xingan was always very busy and had very little time to spend with her.

But compared to the overly harsh and domineering Yang Jingqiu, she liked this father very much.

Until.. The day of their divorce.

It was very late that day, and it was very dark outside.

She woke up from a nightmare and was quite frightened.

After she slowly got up, she wanted to go out and find some water to drink, but she was surprised to see Zhao Xingan and Yang Jingqiu sitting opposite each other in the living room downstairs.

"divorce is fine, but what do you plan to do, Qingqing? " Yang Jingqiu's makeup was exquisite, and her legs were crossed. Her beauty was dazzling.

Faced with the topic of divorce, she was still overly calm, without the slightest bit of unease or embarrassment.

Zhao Xingan, who was sitting opposite her, frowned and did not make a sound.

Zhao Siqing was wearing a pink nightgown. She was barefooted and her hair was disheveled. She held the railing of the second floor with both hands. She slowly squatted down and quietly looked at the two people downstairs.