350 Chapter 349 should be her, right

Lu Qian stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the male waiter without saying a word.

The male waiter pushed the things that Zhao Siqing left in front of him. He glanced at him and didn't explain further.

Lu Qian was a little dazed as he looked at the things on the bar counter. A serving of vegetable porridge, a tray of steamed dumplings, a serving of sobering tea, and a Thermos Cup.

He slowly opened the lid of the Porridge Bowl. The Porridge was still warm.

Lu Qian suddenly remembered the corner of his shirt that he saw earlier. He came back to his senses and looked at the waiter, asking anxiously, "who left these? "

The waiter rarely saw him lose his composure, but when he remembered what he had promised Zhao Siqing, he only shook his head lightly.

Seeing that he could not ask any more questions, Lu Qian turned around, pushed open the bar door, and chased after him.

There were people coming and going on the road, and there was an endless stream of cars.

Lu Qian stood where he was and looked around, but he did not see anything other than a vast expanse of white.

It snowed again. SNOWFLAKES as big as goose feathers fluttered and scattered, enveloping the entire world in snow-white, sparkling and translucent, but there was also an inexplicable coldness.

Lu Qian withdrew his gaze and returned to the somewhat cold bar with some disappointment.

He pulled out a chair and sat in front of the bar counter, looking at the things in front of him in a daze. His entire being was somewhat absent-minded.

Was it her, was it Qing Qing... ...

Ha, so what if it was?

Would she see him like this now?

Then it would really be better not to see him.

Looking at the Porridge Bowl in front of him, he took out a spoon and drank a bit randomly. The corners of his eyes were a little sore.

His burning stomach gradually became comfortable because of this warmth.

Lu Qian ate, his eyes were misty, and his heart ached.

He still lost her.. He still lost her... ...

If he hadn't let her go back then, then today, no matter how difficult it was, she would have stayed by his side.

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After Zhao Siqing left, she hailed a car and went to look for Huo Jingchen.

No matter what Li Feihuan said, no matter what she saw with her own eyes.

She still wanted to ask him personally.

Ask Him if he did it Ask Him why... ...

Zhao Siqing had been absent-minded for more than half an hour's drive. When she arrived at the Huo Corporation building, she originally wanted to go up directly, but she forgot that Huo Jingchen was actually not someone she could see whenever she wanted to.

After the female receptionist stopped Zhao Siqing, she looked her up and down and said indifferently, "if you want to see President Huo, you have to make an appointment. Do you have an appointment? "

Zhao Siqing could see her sarcasm, but she was in a bad mood today, so she did not want to waste too much time on an insignificant person.

Zhao Siqing turned around and walked to the side, giving Huo Jingchen a call.

The call was picked up quickly, and a familiar low voice came, "Qingqing. "

Hearing his voice, Zhao Siqing was a little absent-minded.

After a few seconds of silence, she said softly, "I'm downstairs at your company. I have something to ask you. Can you inform the front desk or get someone to take me upstairs? "

Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened when he heard Zhao Siqing downstairs. He said in a deep voice, "wait for me there. "

After saying that, Huo Jingchen immediately dismissed the meeting and turned to go downstairs.

Tang Qi followed behind him and quietly observed his expression. He did not dare to breathe heavily.

Why did Zhao Siqing come.. His own president still had this expression.

Something was not right?

On the other side, after hanging up the phone, Zhao Siqing silently waited at the side.

The female receptionist glanced at her and sneered, "Miss, if you want to wait, please wait over there. Your presence here will affect our work. "

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing raised her eyes and looked at her indifferently.