413 Chapter 413: refusing to celebrate your birthday.

Zhao Siqing always knew that she never seemed to see through Huo Jingchen's thoughts, but now, she seemed to be even more unable to understand it.

After a while, Zhao Siqing became more and more sleepy.

With the DIM light, she took out her phone and downloaded a "entertainment" to pass the time.

Not long after, a hurried knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, not knowing who would come at this time.

She got up, put on a coat, put on her slippers, and walked to the outside.

The knocking on the door was getting louder and more urgent. Obviously, the person who came had no patience at all and had a short temper.

"Who is it? " Zhao Siqing asked as she looked out of the peephole.

"sister, open the door. "

Jiang Jingming's handsome face was very close to the peephole.

Zhao Siqing looked at his distorted eye through the peephole and opened the door a little speechlessly.

"Why are you here? "

"Put on your clothes. Tell him happy birthday yourself. "

Jiang Jingming didn't stand on ceremony at all. After pushing the door open and entering, he glanced at the table full of dishes and presents. He casually grabbed a coat and threw it to Zhao Siqing.

Zhao Siqing stood where she was without moving. She looked at Jiang Jingming and said gently, "since he didn't invite me, it must be because I don't want me to go. You should go back. "

Jiang Jingming frowned and was a little dissatisfied. He snatched the coat and was about to put it on Zhao Siqing's head. It was like putting a gunnysack on her head.

"Don't talk so much nonsense. If I ask you to wear it, you should wear it. "

Zhao Siqing:"...". ...

Zhao Siqing hurriedly took two steps back and said gently, "I'll wear it myself... I'll change my clothes. "

Seeing that he looked like he was going to carry someone, Zhao Siqing was really afraid of him.

"It's better to be so obedient earlier, " Jiang Jingming said coldly.

Zhao Siqing turned around and went back to the bedroom to change her clothes. Jiang Jingming took the gift that Zhao Siqing had prepared and went downstairs to wait for her.

Zhao Siqing sat in Jiang Jingming's car, feeling a little troubled.

Even though she didn't want to admit it, Huo Jingchen clearly didn't want her to go.

It didn't seem like she would be popular if she went there rashly.

After Jiang Jingming got into the car, he turned the steering wheel with one hand and lit up a cigarette after the car started.

The inside of the car was filled with smoke and the faint smell of tobacco.

Jiang Jingming glanced at Zhao Siqing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and rolled down the window a little.

The chilly night wind blew in through the gap in the window, making people sober up a lot.

He took the cigarette out and held it in his hand. "Don't mess with him these days. He's like a lunatic on his birthday every year. "

Zhao Siqing was stunned. "Why? "

"I don't know. He's fine since he was young. He refused to celebrate his birthday six years ago. "

"He refused to celebrate his birthday? " Zhao Siqing turned to look at him and asked.

"Yes, " Jiang Jingming replied calmly.

Six years ago, Huo Jingchen suddenly refused to celebrate his birthday.

He saw how scary Huo Jingchen was and was afraid that something bad would happen to him, so he wanted to drag him out for a gathering.

But what happened?

In the end, Huo Jingchen punched him like a mad dog.

He was so f * Cking angry that he started fighting with Huo Jingchen on the spot.

Later, Shen Jingzhe went up to stop the fight, but Huo Jingchen attacked him indiscriminately.

In the end, on a cold day, the three of them beat each other until their faces were bruised and swollen. Song Huaijin, that B * Stard, hid far away and watched the show without changing his expression.

He thought that with Zhao Siqing around this year's birthday, at least Huo Jingchen would no longer look like he was in a daze.

But who would have thought that he didn't tell her at all!

The two of them were immersed in their own thoughts. After a while, Zhao Siqing asked softly, "did something happen on his birthday six years ago? "