277 Chapter 276 nightmare

As she read through the memos one by one, Zhao Siqing was a little absent-minded, and her heart also felt sour.

The memos were mostly about everything related to her. There weren't any important matters, and most of them were trivial matters that couldn't be any more trivial.

However, he remembered so carefully and displayed them one by one, making her feel as if she was being carefully treasured.

Since she was young, no one seemed to be so careful and serious with her.

She had to admit that his love and forbearance made her feel terrified and uneasy, but at the same time, she could not extricate herself from her greed and extravagant hopes. She was conflicted.

Zhao Siqing gently put his phone back and looked up at him with a complicated gaze.

He was tall and straight. He sat in front of her small office desk, but he was still exceptionally upright and imposing.

He wore a simple white shirt, but it was indescribably beautiful. He was less lazy when he was focused, and there was a hint of depth and coldness in him. It only made people feel that he was unfathomable.

Zhao Siqing felt that she had never seen through this man.

But.. Maybe it was just like he said, he liked her for real.

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That night, Yuan Yuan did not come back, and there were still only Zhao Siqing and Huo Jingchen at home.

Zhao Siqing lay on the bed and let her imagination run wild for a while before falling asleep in a daze.

But not long after, she had another dream.

In the dream, it was still the villa that she was starting to feel particularly familiar with, and the man whose face she could not see clearly.

That day, she stayed at home alone for an entire day.

From the time he left to when the servants asked about dinner, she had not said a single word the entire day.

She covered herself with a thin blanket, curled up on the SOFA, and stared at the movie that had been played many times. Her gaze was unfocused, and no one knew what she was thinking.

It was not until the sky gradually darkened that she hid a fruit knife under her pillow with a trembling hand.

Not long after, the man returned and spoke to her gently. Seeing that she did not say anything, his gaze became colder and harsher, and he became silent as well.

She ate very little for dinner. After she finished eating, she took a shower and returned to bed early.

The man was still busy. She lay on the bed with her eyes open. She could not help but touch the fruit knife under the pillow with her hands. She looked particularly uneasy.

Not long after, the door was pushed open. She closed her eyes and curled up into a ball as if she was already asleep.

The man walked closer and lowered his head to kiss her gently. He said in a low voice, "Auntie said that you watched TV all day. "

She pretended to be asleep and did not react at all.

He seemed to have gotten used to it. He went to the other side of the bed and reached out to pull her into his arms.

At this moment, Zhao Siqing's hand touched the fruit knife under the pillow. She opened her eyes and pressed the knife against his neck.

She looked straight at him and said in a trembling voice, "divorce. Let me go, or I'll kill you. "

The man's eyes were malicious and filled with sarcasm. He said slowly, "the maid said that a knife was lost. I know you hid it. "

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly. The hand holding the fruit knife was a little white because she had used too much strength.

The man grabbed her hand and moved forward a little. He said coldly, "you don't want to kill me? I'll help you! "

The blade did not enter his flesh and instantly made a cut. Blood gushed out, and a thick stench of blood filled the air.

Zhao Siqing met his deep and cruel eyes. Her eyes turned red, and her heart ached. "No... No... "

She grabbed the handle of the knife with all her might. As she fought for it, she cut her finger, and tears of pain flowed down her face.

His gaze fell on her hand, and his eyes darkened.

He snatched the fruit knife and threw it aside. He got up and went to the living room to pick up the phone. "call the doctor! "

When the man came back, he saw that Zhao Siqing had slowly picked up the fruit knife. She sat by the bed, the tip of the knife facing herself. Her clear eyes were looking at him with tears in them.