To My Dear Mr. Huo

I want to go home.

Su Qingsang's voice was very soft, revealing deep exhaustion. She is really not in the mood to see the car today.

Okay. Let's go home.

Huo Jinyao looked at her pale face, did not ask what happened, and took her into the car directly.

Su Qingsang didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, just stared out the car window blankly.

Huo Jinyao turned to look at her from time to time, and his expression could not hide his worry: Wife?

Su Qingsang closed his eyes, looking like he didn't want to speak.

... Huo Jinyao didn't speak, but just increased the speed.

Sister Lu had already prepared the meal, and greeted them when she saw them coming in.

Sister Lu, go back first, and clean up the rest tomorrow.

Sister Lu knew something was wrong when she saw Su Qingsang's appearance, nodded, turned around and left.

Wife, let's eat first.

Huo Jinyao helped Su Qingsang to sit down at the dining table, seeing that she was just sitting but not moving, he got up and put a bowl of soup for her in front of her.

Sister Lu should have stewed this soup early in the morning. Drink it while it's hot.

Su Qingsang was holding the bowl of soup. The temperature of the soup eased her emotions. She took a sip and put it down.

What's the matter? Is it hot? Huo Jinyao kept looking at her: Then let it go first, or do you want to eat first? I'll serve you a meal.

No need. Su Qingsang stood up: I won't eat it.

She turned to leave, how could Huo Jinyao let her go? He quickly took her hand and made her sit down again.

What's wrong with you? Even if you don't have an appetite, do you still want to eat? What if you're starving?

I'm not hungry.

Eat if you're not hungry. Huo Jinyao insisted, pressing her shoulder to keep her from getting up: Be obedient. You can eat whatever you want.

I said I don't want to eat it.

After Su Qingsang said this, she saw Huo Jinyao's face that seemed to be frightened, she retracted her hand, and her face was a little dejected.

Sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you.

I know. Huo Jinyao nodded, looking at Su Qingsang. Reach out and pull her body over and let her sit on his lap.

Su Qingsang struggled for a while, but he was no match for Huo Jinyao's strength.

Huo Jinyao, you—

What happened?

It's nothing. Su Qingsang didn't want to speak, this was the first time. The first time a pregnant woman she took over committed suicide in front of her.

Wife. Huo Jinyao stretched out his hand to hold her face, his dark eyes looked directly at her face, and the expression inside was as deep as the sea.

You are my wife. I am your husband. Is there anything you can't tell me?

His palms are firm and warm.

His expression was focused and sincere.

Su Qingsang's emotions that had been suppressed for an afternoon seemed to be suddenly unstoppable at this time.

Zhang Mei is dead.

Who is Zhang Mei?

She is a pregnant woman. Su Qingsang briefly explained today's events: I, I don't know why she committed suicide. She is still young and can have another child. I—

Huo Jinyao hugged her body tightly, he hugged her tightly in his arms and patted her back gently.

none of your business.

Wife, listen, this has nothing to do with you at all.

Su Qingsang lowered her eyes and said nothing, how could it be okay? If she paid more attention to the mood of the pregnant woman at the time, if she told the nurse to watch more, she would not--

Wife. Huo Jinyao released his hand and turned to hold her shoulder. Dingding looked at her: Look at me, listen carefully. This matter has nothing to do with you, don't think about it.

How could you not want to? Su Qingsang can now recall how Zhang Mei was covered in blood at that time.

Four more. . .