To My Dear Mr. Huo

Auntie left after cooking. There are only three people left. Xiang Caiping was uncomfortable standing there still. Seeing Huo Jinyao was even more uncomfortable.

Especially Huo Jinyao's eyes, but Xiang Caiping really wanted to get along with Su Qingsang.

"Let's eat." Huo Jinyao spoke first. Looking at Su Qingsang, Su Qingsang blinked at him, signaling to eat first.

The three sat down at the dining table.

Su Qingsang picked up a bowl of soup, thought for a while, and put the soup in front of Xiang Caiping: "You should drink the soup first."

"thanks, thanks."

Su Qingsang looked at him like that, seemingly helpless: "You don't have to be so polite."

Xiang Caiping smiled awkwardly, but couldn't help but glance at Huo Jinyao.

Huo Jinyao ignored Xiang Caiping, but put the freshly filled soup in front of Su Qingsang: "Honey, here."

Su Qingsang took the bowl and smiled at him. Auntie's workmanship is good. She was hungry after two surgeries in the afternoon.

The meal was very quiet, and Huo Jinyao, as usual, brought food for Su Qingsang from time to time.

At this time, you can see Xiang Caiping's eyes are particularly gratified, as if Su Qingsang is doing well and she is very happy.

Huo Jinyao just pretended not to see it, so what to do.

After dinner, Xiang Caiping insisted on washing the dishes. Su Qingsang didn't even have time to stop it.

After Xiang Caiping put all the bowls into the kitchen, Huo Jinyao took Su Qingsang to the living room to sit down.

Su Qingsang explained the matter briefly, and Huo Jinyao narrowed his eyes after listening. Contrary to Su Qingsang's attitude, he felt that this matter was a bit tricky.

"Why didn't she come to recognize her before?"

Su Qingsang explained it in a low voice. Of course, this reason can actually be pushed up.

Betrayed by her lover, she left her child in a rage.

Huo Jinyao could understand, but felt a little uncomfortable: "Do you want to hear me tell the truth?"

"you say."

"I haven't come to look for it for so many years, but you came to look for it when you went to Rongcheng. What's your intention?"

Su Qingsang blinked, stared blankly at Huo Jinyao, and almost immediately remembered the meaning of his words.

"Wife." Huo Jinyao approached Su Qingsang, whispered into her ear, told Su Qingsang his speculation, and finally looked at her with a distressed look on her face: "If I say this, will you are you happy?"

Su Qingsang shook her head: "No, I know what you mean."

You must not have the heart to harm others, but you must have the heart to guard against others. She understands this truth.

Huo Jinyao had finished talking about the worst case, and now he was thinking of teasing her again: "Speaking of which, you really have to be thankful that there was a mulberry tree at the door back then. If it was a sycamore tree, why would you call it Qingtong now?"

"Fuck you." Su Qingsang's original worries dissipated a lot because of Huo Jinyao's words. He raised his hand and punched Huo Jinyao hard on the chest.

He clutched his chest, and fell down on the sofa with a face of pain: "It hurts, it hurts. I got shot."

"Stop messing around."

"I've been hit by an arrow. I won't get up unless you kiss me." Huo Jinyao acted as if he was real.

Su Qingsang was about to lose to him, so she leaned over and gave him a slap on the cheek.

Before he had time to back away, he saw Xiang Caiping, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, came out at some time.

Su Qingsang blushed, and quickly sat up straight. At the same time, he touched Huo Jinyao's arm.

Huo Jinyao followed suit and sat up. Compared with Su Qingsang's embarrassment, he was much calmer when he was caught making out with Su Qingsang.

"Auntie, you have worked hard. Sit down."

One more. . .