To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Qingsang received a call from Huo Jinyao when she got off work today, saying that she was unable to pick her up due to the entertainment today, and let her go home by herself.

She was about to leave, but the woman with pregnancy-induced hypertension that she received earlier started.

She was the first doctor to see her, and naturally she followed Zhang Qiubai into the operating room.

When the surgery was over, I took a look at the time, only to realize that it was getting late. Thinking of what Huo Jinyao said before that he had an entertainment.

Su Qingsang just wanted to see if he had finished socializing. If not, he would come over to pick her up by the way.

She didn't know where Huo Jinyao worked, but she knew that it would not be too far from the hospital. If you want to come to socialize, you won't choose too far from his company, right?

The phone was connected, but a woman's voice came from the other side.

"Ah. Well. Jin Yao, you're great—"

"Um. Ah. Tap. You tap."

Su Qingsang was stunned by the sudden remarks. She blinked, thinking for a moment that she had made the wrong call.

He took the phone away from his ear, looked again, and found that it was indeed Huo Jinyao's phone number.

Her name is Kiss Husband. The name that made her feel nauseous was changed by Huo Jinyao with her mobile phone.

Su Qingsang pressed the loudspeaker, and the voice inside was louder now.

"Ah - um - Jin Yao - light, light."

"Jin Yao."

"I, um. Ah."

The sound of ah ah ah is inexhaustible. Su Qingsang's expression changed slightly. After just listening for a while, she suddenly changed her face.

"Huo Jinyao?"

She called out, but there was no response, and the voice over there seemed to stop for a while.

Su Qingsang knew what to do, and called out again, "Huo Jinyao."

Still no response. Su Qingsang stood up: "Who are you? Why is Jin Yao's cell phone with you?"

Su Qingsang sneered after listening to the breathing that seemed to be a little heavier.

"Let Huo Jinyao answer the phone? What? Are you free to go to bed with a woman of unknown origin? Don't you have time to answer my real wife?"

"Huo Jinyao, answer the phone." Su Qingsang's voice was several decibels higher than before.

On the other side of the phone, there was another murmur, which would be even more exaggerated than before. Then the phone hung up soon after.

A sneer hung on the corner of Su Qingsang's lips, staring at the phone that had been hung up, a cold expression flashed across Qingli's face for the first time.

While his fingertips were moving on the screen, Su Qingsang quickly picked up his bag and keys to go out.

While waiting for the elevator, she happened to meet Sister Wang next door. Su Qingsang didn't even have time to say hello, so she went straight into the elevator and pressed down to the first floor.

She called Shi Mengwan as she walked.

She has few friends, either doctors or nurses. However, Shi Mengwan knew two people from the police station.

When Su Qingsang found Huo Jinyao's location based on his positioning, and under the pressure of the police, he asked the waiter to open the door.

What she saw was Huo Jinyao, who was sleeping on the hotel bed and didn't wake up, but was barely covered by the upper body. And the woman I saw last time.

This will be pulling up the quilt to cover his body, looking at her proudly and provocatively.

There were clothes scattered all over the ground, and the smell of alcohol could be faintly smelled in the air.

Taking a deep breath, Su Qingsang turned around and smiled at Shi Mengwan's two police friends.

"Thank you for today. People have been found. Thank you for making this trip."

"You're welcome." The two police officers had a good relationship with Shi Mengwan. They are more than happy to help.

Su Qingsang thanked them and watched them leave before turning around to face everything in the room.

Including that woman's provocative face.

Do you think this is a bloody B-play? Do you think this is a big misunderstanding drama of dog blood?

Did you think two people would be like: you listen to me explain. I don't listen, I don't listen.

Ha ha. It would be strange if Mother Moon could make you guess the plot. Come. praise me. Compliment me and I'll tear the bad guy a little more ugly.

Continue to the next chapter! la la la!