To My Dear Mr. Huo

When Huo Jinyao heard this, he couldn't help but want to laugh: "Dad, what are you talking about? Qingsang and I even got the marriage certificate."

"You can get a divorce if you're married." Huo Mingguang's brows were tightened: "I believe the Xu family won't mind."

"But I mind." Huo Jinyao interrupted him: "I mind my divorce. I also mind who I marry."

"Huo Jinyao. Don't be too headstrong. Don't forget, your surname is Huo."

"Yes. My surname is Huo." Huo Jinyao nodded without denying: "So, you want to use this to kidnap me?"

"It's not kidnapping, I just want to remind you of your responsibilities and obligations as a descendant of the Huo family."

Huo Mingguang's eyes are sharp, and his face is three-point similar to Huo Jinyao's, with a force that cannot be rejected.

"I refuse." Huo Jinyao looked at him. The two fathers and sons have similar heights and similar looks. The same momentum.

"Huo Jinyao. You—"

"Don't say anything later." Huo Jinyao's eyes flashed gloomily: "I know what you want to say, I know it. But I won't listen. I refuse."

Huo Jinyao dropped this sentence, turned around and walked outside: "It seems that you don't welcome me to stay in this house. In this case, it's better for me not to obstruct your eyes first."

Before Huo Mingguang could stop him, Huo Jinyao had already strode out the door.

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It has been two years since Shi Mengwan's wedding dress design studio opened. She designs high-end dresses, as well as wedding dresses.

She is well-known in the industry. People who know her say she is a talented designer.

Even if she has not been able to become a first-class designer in China, there are many people who come to Lin City to let her design a wedding dress.

The wedding dress Su Qingsang wore before was designed by Shi Mengwan, but she did not expect that one day Su Peizhen would also come to her to design a wedding dress.

Looking at Qiu Yanbo and Su Peizhen who appeared in front of him. Shi Mengwan really didn't want to take business from these two people.

"Miss Su, Mr. Qiu, I don't know if you have any special requests."

Su Pei really had a cold face, looking very unhappy. In her opinion, the wedding dress is to go to Milan, or to find a first-class designer in Paris, which is in line with her identity.

But Qiu Yanbo actually brought her to find Shi Mengwan?

"Can you order the wedding dresses of those masters in Milan and Paris?"

Su Peizhen looked proud, and Shi Mengwan's mouth held back the urge to roll her eyes: "Sorry for disappointing you. We only sell wedding dresses I designed here."

Su Peizhen didn't even want to sit down, turned to look at Qiu Yanbo: "Yanbo, let's go."

"Don't worry." Qiu Yanbo glanced at Shi Mengwan and put his hands on Su Peizhen's shoulders: "Just let her design it. You can use it if you are satisfied. If you are not satisfied, we will go to Paris or Milan to order, okay?"

Su Peizhen's face was not very good-looking, and he did not object in the end.

Shi Mengwan had to take out a pen and paper and began to listen to Su Peizhen's request.

In a very "detailed" and "serious" way, he wrote down Su Peizhen's request, and then Shi Mengwan sent the two away with a fake smile on his face.

When I entered the door, I couldn't help but called Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang is very busy, very busy.

Although Qingyuan County is a small county, there are many towns. This time, when they came out for free clinics, they needed to go to every township.

Nine townships in twenty days, with an average of two days per township. This means that they have no time to rest at all, and they have to go to the next township after the rest.

Because she was very busy, she would always forget Huo Jinyao's words.

One more. . . .