To My Dear Mr. Huo

"Wife." Huo Jinyao followed behind Su Qingsang, watching her pack her luggage: "Can you really not go?"

Su Qingsang didn't want to pay attention to this person at all, she had already decided last week.

"Get out of the way, I'll pack up."

"Wife. I'll help you."

"Huo Jinyao, I beg you, can you not cause trouble?"

He kept shaking in front of her, and she couldn't pack her things properly.

"Wife." Huo Jinyao was rather aggrieved: "Can't you just look at me?"

"Huo Jinyao." Su Qingsang really lost his temper: "I knew I was going to leave last week, but I have to leave tomorrow morning, and my things haven't been packed yet."

Why? Because of Huo Jinyao. Every time she had to clean up, he would make trouble.

Not only did she not let her clean up, but she always acted indiscriminately on her. He is always wrong every time.

What two people are about to separate, what he and I have been hungry for many days, no matter what his wife is away, he will not sleep well.

There are endless reasons and excuses, so she really can't do anything about him.

Even if she wanted to resist, but she was aggrieved by Huo Jinyao, she only had to push and push.

now what? She's leaving tomorrow, and it's still an early car. This person doesn't want her to pack up?

"That, in fact, I can help you collect it."

"No, thanks. I'll be thankful you don't mess with me."

Su Qingsang saw that his hand was about to reach out again, and took a big step back: "Stop, don't move."

"Wife—" Huo Jinyao looked at Su Qingsang with an increasingly aggrieved expression: "You don't believe me?"

"Yes. I don't believe you." If she believed him again, there would be a ghost.

Thanks to him during this time, her waist will be broken. Can she still trust him?

"Wife."

"To shut up."

"Actually, I really—"

"Believe it or not, I will ignore you this month?"

Huo Jinyao closed his mouth and made a zipper motion on his lips.

Su Qingsang lost his temper completely by him. Helplessly turned around and continued to pack up.

Huo Jinyao saw that she was so attentive, turned around and left the room.

Su Qingsang didn't come back until Su Qingsang had packed everything up and lay down to rest.

He had obviously taken a bath, and his body was clean and fresh, with the smell of shower gel.

"Wife." He lay down beside her and said in a low voice, "Can I speak now?"

Su Qingsang looked at him: "I didn't know you were so honest, just say what you want to say."

"Wife. Actually, I just wanted to say, if you weren't at home, I would definitely miss you."

Seeing that Su Qingsang didn't speak, he put his arm around her: "Wife. Really. I will miss you very much when you are not at home."

Su Qingsang looked at his face. From this angle, his facial features were handsome and his jawline was almost perfect.

"Wife, do you miss me?"

Huo Jinyao took her into his arms and pressed his forehead against hers.

The heat he exhaled was on her cheeks, his eyes were deep, and Su Qingsang could clearly feel his heart beating violently.

She was a little afraid to face such Huo Jinyao. Those deep pool-like eyes made her feel like she would be sucked in.

"Would you like to. What do you think, wife?"

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Her heart was beating so fast, she simply turned her face away from him.

"Wife—"

"sleep."

Su Qingsang was not used to revealing his heart to others. But Huo Jinyao didn't want to let it go.

He pulled her hands around his waist: "wife, will you miss me? What do you think?"

Three shifts. . .