To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Chenghui was stunned: "Peizhen—"

Looking at his expression, Xiang Caiping knew that he didn't know about it at all. The anger on his face grew stronger.

"Look, you don't know what happened, and you don't know what your good daughter said. You just came here in such a hurry to vent your anger on her?"

"Caiping, I'm not—"

"What are you not? You didn't come to explain to your good daughter? You didn't come to vent your anger on Li Qianxue's daughter? Then tell me, what are you doing here?"

Su Chenghui was silent, looking at Xiang Caiping with an excited expression. He was unable to speak a single word.

"Can't speak?" Xiang Caiping didn't want to see Su Chenghui, he had hardly changed over the years. Still elegant, still handsome.

Not only did he not get old, but he became more calm, adding to the charm of a mature man.

But now no matter how handsome Su Chenghui looks, he can't make her fluctuate in the slightest. She has nothing but hatred for him.

"Su Chenghui, I don't want to see you, you go out for me."

Su Chenghui sat still, he thought of Li Qianxue's face turning livid yesterday when he knew that Su Peizhen had been slapped in the face.

He knew Li Qianxue's personality and her bottom line very well. Li Qianxue's bottom line is her pair of children.

She is tough on the outside and soft on the inside, but when facing Su Peizhen and Su Yuxin's siblings, she has a motherly heart. Su Pei was really beaten, and Li Qianxue was bound to let it out.

If she hadn't known that Su Qingsang and Xiang Caiping were still in Japan and hadn't returned to China, she might have come here long ago.

"Caiping." Su Chenghui closed his eyes, lowered his head, rubbed his forehead, and felt exhausted again: "You shouldn't be beating Peizhen."

If one day in the future, Xiang Caiping knew everything, would she regret it?

He didn't know, but he was sure now that he actually regretted it a little.

Because he never thought that Xiang Caiping, who had gone away and thought he would never see her again in this life, would come back one day.

Xiang Caiping was so angry that her whole body was trembling. She stood up, pulled up Su Chenghui who was still in a daze, and kept pulling his arm.

"Get out, get out of here for me."

"Su Chenghui, I don't want to see you in my life."

"Caiping." Su Chenghui couldn't help shouting at the moment when his body was about to touch the door: "Qingsang is not your daughter at all—"

Xiang Caiping stopped pushing him.

…………

The night breeze was a bit chilly, as Shi Mengwan said just now, she went downstairs, bid farewell to Su Qingsang with her gift, and then went home.

At the end of the year, she was still busy drawing pictures. There are many things.

Su Qingsang felt sorry for her, and told her several times not to draw too late, Shi Mengwan waved her hand, started the car and left.

After Shi Mengwan left, Su Qingsang turned around and realized that Huo Jinyao had been staring at her.

"What's wrong?" He looked at him like this, is there something on her face?

"Wife." Huo Jinyao put his arms around her waist: "I'm a little jealous. You care so much about Shi Mengwan. You've never cared so much about me."

Su Qingsang looked up at him, with a helpless expression, "Huo Jinyao, are you childish?"

"Not naive." Huo Jinyao pecked her on the lips: "I am your husband, and you are my wife. You should treat me best."

"You're enough." Su Qingsang rolled his eyes at him, then looked up at the direction upstairs, with a trace of worry in his eyes: "Why do you think my dad is here again?"

Second watch. . .

Huo Huo: I'm not naive. You are my wife, you are not allowed to care about others.

Qingsang: Author, drag this thing away. Look annoying.

Huo Huo: You don't love me anymore, you really don't love me anymore.

Qingsang:. . . . . .

Yuema: It's true that you don't love me anymore. No recommendations, no favorites, no comments. heart block. .