463 Chapter 464: YOU'RE A mad dog

Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened, and his big hand couldn't help but fall on her waist.

Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes and gently kissed his Chin and Adam's apple.

Huo Jingchen's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he desperately wanted more.

But at this moment, he suddenly came to his senses and pushed her away, saying coldly, "who brought you here? "

Zhao Siqing fell back to the bed and looked at the man who suddenly had a malicious look in his eyes. She was stunned for a few seconds.

His eyes were dark, like a flickering flame, trying to suppress his anger.

Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his eyes were a little dark red.

He turned around and strode out of the bedroom. He took out his phone and called Jiang Jingming. "Jiang Jingming, get the hell out here! "

Zhao Siqing sat on the bed, listening to his voice from the living room. She was a little absent-minded.

She raised her hand and pulled off the hairband on her head.

Her soft hair scattered in an instant. Zhao Siqing lowered her head slightly, but the corners of her eyes were a little sore.

Didn't he say that he liked her?

Why was he reacting like this.

Zhao Siqing suddenly felt powerless and a little tired.

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After Huo Jingchen went downstairs, he immediately saw Jiang Jingming sitting on the steps outside the door, smoking.

Jiang Jingming saw him and wanted to tease him, but it ended so quickly.

However, when he met Huo Jingchen's gaze and recalled the phone call just now, he slowly withdrew the smile on his face. His intuition told him that something was wrong.

Huo Jingchen went forward and back, grabbing Jiang Jingming's lapel. "You brought her here? "

Jiang Jingming looked at him without saying anything. Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark red as he said angrily, "speak, you brought her here! "

"Yes. "

As soon as Jiang Jingming finished speaking, Huo Jingchen's fist landed heavily on his face, and a hint of blood oozed out of his throat.

Suddenly, it was a punch, and Jiang Jingming was hit so hard that he was seeing stars.

His face was burning, and a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. It was extremely fishy.

But he had never been afraid of anyone in a fight.

"Huo Jingchen, YOU'RE A mad dog! " Jiang Jingming's eyes were vicious. He threw the cigarette on the ground and immediately pounced on Huo Jingchen, swinging his fist at Huo Jingchen.

The two of them fell to the ground together. Neither of them gave way, and immediately began to fight in the open space in front of the villa.

Soon, Huo Jingchen turned around and pressed him down again, completely losing his rationality.

Along with the muffled sounds of fists, both of them fought until their eyes turned red. Each of them was stronger than the other.

But after all, they were all carefully raised by the aristocratic families. No one was inferior to them.

In the end, no one benefited from the fight. Both of them were covered in wounds.

This was what Zhao Siqing saw when she went downstairs.

The two men, who were usually dressed in flashy and arrogant clothes, were now rolling on the ground covered in mud and their clothes were in a mess.

Zhao Siqing stood there silently and watched the two men fight for a while. The two men, who were originally exceptionally good-looking, were now badly bruised and their faces were even more interesting than the Color Palette.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood. It was unknown whose blood was dripping into the soil of the garden.

Zhao Siqing thought that the most beautiful flowers would probably bloom there next year.

Tang Qi led his men to forcibly separate the two of them. Both of them were panting heavily, obviously very angry.

Huo Jingchen's face was bruised and purple. His throat was filled with the smell of blood. He pursed his lips and sat on the steps to the side, lighting a cigarette with a quiver. He took a deep puff, as if he was trying his best to endure and restrain something. His eyes were red.

Jiang Jingming sat on the other side and asked Tang Qi for a glass of water. He rinsed his mouth.

Neither of them made a sound. The courtyard was unusually quiet.

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and recalled Hua Qingshan's words.