To My Dear Mr. Huo

There was still a faint smell of hot pot floating in the air, and the lively atmosphere just now had disappeared without a trace.

Xiang Caiping wanted to go back to her room, but she got up and went to the living room to sit down.

Turning on the phone, I picked up the half-knitted sweater and started knitting again. Su Chenghui had been sitting at the dining table before, but after his daughter and son-in-law left, he stood up straight and stood next to Xiang Caiping.

Xiang Caiping ignored him, and he walked up to her and sat down.

"Caiping?"

Xiang Caiping kept moving her hands and didn't even look at him.

Her actions made Su Chenghui feel annoyed. Looking at Xiang Caiping's wrinkled face, which was no longer young, his mood was actually very delicate.

love? he does not know. But there is pity and distress.

When Xiang Caiping appeared, it was much easier to find out about her past.

Su Chenghui also asked people to check, and he also read those reports. It was because of seeing it that he felt a little distressed.

In fact, he and Xiang Caiping grew up together, and the relationship between childhood sweethearts is the most understanding and precious.

He knew Xiang Caiping well, and knew that she was weak in nature. But such a weak woman is trying to imitate the appearance of a man outside, which really makes him feel distressed.

Sighing lightly, he thought of something he was struggling with: "Caiping, did you go to Japan with Qingsang a few days ago?"

Xiang Caiping didn't answer his question, she straightened the sweater and took a look, the bottom circle of the sweater had already been knitted. She was thinking about how to knit a pattern on it.

"Caiping?" Su Chenghui knew that she was angry with him, but he thought that such anger would dissipate.

Xiang Caiping put down the sweater, and looked at him coldly: "You already know, why are you asking me?"

Su Chenghui was at a loss for words, and Xiang Caiping's reluctance made him a little helpless: "Yes. I know all about it. Peizhen also went to Japan and met you."

When he said this, Xiang Caiping knew it. With a chuckle, a rare sarcasm welled up in his eyes.

"Su Chenghui, are you coming here to vent your anger on your daughter?"

"Caiping, what are you talking about?"

"Isn't it?" Xiang Caiping sneered: "It's impossible for Qingsang to tell you about me going to Japan with Qingsang, then it can only be your good daughter. She didn't just tell me to go with Qingsang Japan, right? And told you I slapped her, right?"

Su Chenghui looked at Xiang Caiping, he had never seen such a sharp girl before: "Caiping."

"I said, what are you doing here today? So you're here to vent your anger on your daughter?"

Now Xiang Caiping only felt that there was an unknown fire rising continuously. Her Li Qianxue's daughter is a human being, so is her Xiang Caiping's daughter not a human being?

"Caiping, why do you think of me like this?"

Su Chenghui stared at Xiang Caiping with wide-eyed eyes, and couldn't stand her sharpness: "I want to tell you about Peizhen today, but I definitely don't want to vent her anger."

"What is that?" Xiang Caiping hated Su Chenghui now. Hate his ruthlessness, hate his indifference. Hate him for being selfish. She also hated him for being indifferent to Su Qingsang.

"Since you don't want to vent her anger, do you want to apologize for her rudeness?"

"Rude? Apologize?" Su Chenghui froze for a moment.

"Your daughter, the illegitimate daughter is called Qingsang, and the mistress is called me. Don't you think there is something wrong with your daughter's upbringing? Don't you think she is rude?"

One more. Hold a parent-teacher meeting for the two little ghosts. . I'm so heartbroken. . . Being a mother is hard.