To My Dear Mr. Huo

After eating noodles, when Xiang Caiping saw that Su Qingsang was about to go out, her face seemed to be distressed.

"It's your birthday today. Why do you still have to go to work?"

"Yes. Today is not a weekend, nor is it a New Year's Day."

Su Qingsang put on her coat, and smiled at Xiang Caiping's unconvinced gaze: "It's fine. What's the point of going to work? When I was just a graduate student, I spent a week in the hospital for a project. Let alone birthdays, there is no holiday even for New Year’s Day.”

The distress on Xiang Caiping's face became more obvious. Su Qingsang also realized that she had said the wrong thing, and stepped forward to give Caiping a hug: "Auntie, thank you today."

Xiang Caiping hugged Su Qingsang vigorously, and then let go of her hand: "Okay, you go to work, and I'll cook something delicious for you when you come back."

"Okay." Su Qingsang nodded, but the moment she turned around, she made a decision in her heart.

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The hospital is busy every day, even if it was just Christmas yesterday.

At noon, a car accident occurred on two streets of the hospital, causing seven or eight people to be seriously injured. One of them was a pregnant woman.

As soon as Su Qingsang entered the door of the department, he forgot about his birthday. Especially after receiving this pregnant woman.

She followed Director Zhang, Director Chen, and two other doctors in the operating room for several hours of rescue, and finally managed to save the pregnant woman, adults and children.

After coming out of the operating room, Su Qingsang was so hungry that her chest was on her back. She still finished writing the operation report and handing over her own affairs.

Before leaving get off work, I took out my mobile phone and looked at it, and found a dozen missed calls on it. Except for one belonging to Xiang Caiping, the rest belonged to Huo Jinyao.

Just as he was thinking of calling Huo Jinyao back, a large bouquet of roses suddenly appeared in front of him.

Su Qingsang froze for a moment, there were nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses, which were so delicate and beautiful. In the middle is a heart shape of yellow roses. Inside is a card.

The flowers are so big that they cover the face of the flower giver. Before Su Qingsang could react, the male voice that she was very familiar with was in her ear.

"Happy birthday. Wife."

Looking up, Huo Jinyao's smiling face appeared behind the rose.

"Happy birthday wife, do you like it?" Put the bunch of flowers in front of Su Qingsang, because the flowers were too big, Su Qingsang couldn't even hug them completely.

"I like it." When Su Qingsang spoke, he found many people looking at this side, and his face turned a little red: "I can get off work after changing clothes. Just wait for me."

Su Qingsang changed his clothes and came out, followed by Huo Jinyao who was holding such a big bouquet of roses, so he received a lot of attention along the way.

This feeling of being noticed by others really made her not very used to it. He walked fast, and didn't feel better until he got in the car.

"Honey, if you look guilty like this, others will think we're out to have an affair."

Huo Jinyao's joking words caught Su Qingsang's eyes: "Who is guilty?"

If he hadn't sent such a big bouquet of flowers, how could she have attracted so much attention?

"Wife. Don't forget. We are a serious couple."

When Huo Jinyao was talking, he leaned over and gave her a slap on the face: "Okay, wife, let's go eat."

"Aren't you going to eat at home? Then—" What about Xiang Caiping? She is still waiting to celebrate her birthday with her.

"Don't worry, I have asked Wenchang to pick up Auntie."

...

On the other side, Xiang Caiping has been brought to the Academy of Arts by Yang Wenchang. Huo Jinyao booked a place to eat today.

As soon as she entered the box, Su Chenghui's car stopped at the gate of Chao Wen Yuan.

Four more. . You guess. . Will we meet? Will it? Will it? It will be revealed tomorrow. . .