To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Chenghui blinked his eyes, went through his brain quickly, then turned around, and quickly went to the direction of the box where Caiping disappeared.

When Xiang Caiping entered the door, her eyes were a little red. She is a smart woman. If it weren't for a smart woman, it would be impossible to make a career of her own in a foreign country.

Now she hates her cleverness. A simple sentence reveals too much information.

Her heart suddenly hurt, very painful. It hurt so much that when she came in and saw Su Qingsang, her face was pale and the corners of her eyes were red.

Su Qingsang and Huo Jinyao looked at each other, Su Qingsang had already mentioned something to Huo Jinyao when he came in just now. Su Chenghui met Xiang Caiping.

Neither of them thought of this. Looking at Caiping now, neither of them thought about Su Qingsang, they only thought that she was too excited to see Su Chenghui.

"Mom?" Su Qingsang looked at Xiang Caiping worriedly, her eyes full of worry.

Huo Jinyao's deep gaze was unexpectedly deep at this time, unlike Su Qingsang's worry, he saw something else.

Why is Xiang Caiping's eyes full of guilt? He couldn't help but looked at Su Qingsang again, and sure enough, he noticed that Xiang Caiping's eyes fell on Su Qingsang from time to time.

"I'm fine." Sensing Huo Jinyao's gaze, Xiang Caiping shook his head: "Well, continue eating. Otherwise the food will be cold."

"Okay." Su Qingsang didn't ask further, Xiang Caiping was the elder, if she wanted to speak, she would naturally speak.

But before the three of them picked up their chopsticks and continued, Su Chenghui had already come uninvited.

"Caiping——" Su Chenghui only looked at Caiping when he came in. He had a lot to say, but when he saw Huo Jinyao and Su Qingsang sitting on the table, his words were choked in his throat.

Xiang Caiping ignored Su Chenghui, Huo Jinyao and Su Qingsang stood up.

"dad."

"dad."

Su Qingsang looked at Su Chenghui, then at Xiang Caiping, and the weird atmosphere between the two of them made him unable to bear it.

"Dad, have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat something together?"

"Yes, ask the waiter to serve two more dishes." Huo Jinyao followed suit.

Su Chenghui nodded indiscriminately, and sat down beside Xiang Caiping: "Caiping, I—"

Xiang Caiping turned her face away and ignored Su Chenghui. That kind of coldness, revealing anger.

Huo Jinyao narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on Su Chenghui. Today I just wanted to celebrate the birthday of the three of us.

Su Qingsang sat in the middle, Xiang Caiping was on her right, and Huo Jinyao was on her left. Su Chenghui came and sat beside Xiang Caiping.

As soon as Xiang Caiping turned her head, she didn't look at Su Chenghui at all: "Qing Sang, eat vegetables, today is your birthday. Don't let other people disturb your interest."

Su Qingsang didn't speak, his gaze swept over Su Chenghui vaguely. He was looking at Caiping, but his face remained unchanged when he heard her words, he just frowned slightly.

The atmosphere is a little weird. Su Qingsang actually felt a little regretful. If I knew it, I would celebrate it at home.

"Qing Sang, today is your birthday. I wish you a happy birthday."

Su Chenghui was the first to break the awkward silence, poured a glass of wine, raised the glass to Su Qingsang. His expression seemed calm, but when he looked seriously, there seemed to be a flash of anxiety in his eyes.

"Thank you, Dad." Su Qingsang's voice was a little soft, Xiang Caiping was as immobile as a mountain, her clenched fists seemed to be restraining herself constantly.

Seeing this, Huo Jinyao suddenly seemed to understand something. Looking at Xiang Caiping, then at Su Chenghui, the corners of his lips raised slightly, that smile was somewhat deliberate.

"Dad is here to celebrate Qingsang's birthday today? Dad, are you really serious?"

Black-bellied Huo Huo. Did you mean it?

Huo Huo: Well, I did it on purpose. Are you not convinced?

Su Chenghui: Just wait for me.

Huo Huo: I will accompany you at any time.

Su Chenghui:. . . . . .

Qingsang:. . . . . .