To My Dear Mr. Huo

"Yes. Invite her to dinner." Su Chenghui smiled: "Since our two families are already married, then someone from your family will come, and our Su family will naturally entertain them well."

"No need." After all, Huo Jinyao was still worried about Su Qingsang, how could Su Chenghui really see Xiang Caiping: "It's just an ordinary relative. After I came here, I asked Qingsang to accompany me for a stroll. I'll be back in one day."

Su Chenghui didn't ask any more. Since Huo Jinyao said so, it meant that this relative was really not very important.

Seeing that Su Chenghui was about to leave, Huo Jinyao asked by accident, "Dad, can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

"Qingsang's mother—" Huo Jinyao paused: "I mean the biological mother, where is she now, do you know?"

Su Chenghui's face changed almost instantly. He sat there with a look in his eyes that Huo Jinyao couldn't see through.

"Can't you say it?" Huo Jinyao tried hard to find a trace of affectionate emotion in Su Chenghui's eyes, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it.

Su Chenghui didn't hear Huo Jinyao's words, he thought of the young woman from decades ago.

Her shadow is actually blurred. But he still remembered his impression of her. She looks gentle and beautiful. The most important thing is to have a peaceful personality and be indifferent to the world.

But such a woman was hurt by him in the end and left her hometown. And he couldn't even avenge her.

He could only keep Li Qianxue cold and punish that woman. Punish yourself too. But what's the use?

"Dad?" Huo Jinyao called again. Su Chenghui lowered his eyes and restrained all his emotions: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Then, Qingsang's biological mother?"

"Don't ask. Don't ask Qingsang, she doesn't know anything. In the future, don't ask."

After throwing this sentence, Su Chenghui staggered a little, and walked away as if he couldn't hold on.

Huo Jinyao narrowed his eyes, what was Su Chenghui like? In his heart, does he still have feelings for Xiang Caiping?

...

When Li Qianxue returned to the room, she smelled the smell of alcohol in the air.

She frowned a little unaccustomed, and looked at the man spread out on the chaise longue.

Over fifty years old, but maintained as if under forty. He is well-known in Lin City. When others talk about the son-in-law of the Li family, who doesn't boast?

Even Mr. Li, knowing that the two of them respect each other like a guest, still appreciates Su Chenghui's methods in the mall.

But such a man has no heart. Or maybe it's intentional, but it's not on her.

He seemed a little uncomfortable, his eyes were closed, and his body lay there motionless.

Li Qianxue thought about it, then turned around and poured him a cup of tea.

"Drink some tea." Su Chenghui was still thinking about asking Caiping. In fact, he hadn't thought of Xiang Caiping for a long time.

Her shadow has almost faded, and he always has to force himself again and again to not forget it.

But today Huo Jinyao's words reminded him again, and after thinking about it, he went to drink some wine after get off work.

He didn't want to come back after drinking, but the driver was very responsible and sent him back.

The house is very deserted, Li Qianxue has business with Li Qianxue, and Su Peizhen is not at home all the time recently. Su Yuxin was at school, and even Mr. Li went to see old friends during this time.

No one is nice, which makes it easier for him to miss Xiang Caiping. He thought about the past between the two of them over and over again.

Just as I was thinking of being engrossed, I was interrupted. Opening his eyes, he expected for a moment that Xiang Caiping had returned, but what he saw was Li Qianxue.

Second watch.