To My Dear Mr. Huo

Is this the first time? Huo Jinyao seemed to avoid her every time he called. why?

Everyone has their own secrets. She can understand. But are they husband and wife now?

Qiu Yanbo's words flashed through his mind. Huo Jinyao's identity? What identity?

Su Qingsang couldn't sit still, she got up and put on a dress casually, she got up and went to look for Huo Jinyao.

Huo Jinyao was standing on the balcony, and it was getting late after a night of nonsense with Su Qingsang.

He listened to the news over the phone with a mocking expression on his face.

Let him go. I haven't been free lately.

Don't worry, let him be complacent for a while. It's interesting to rise up the clouds and then fall down.

Huo Jinyao's face flashed ruthlessly under the night.

When Su Qingsang came out, he just saw the emotion in his eyes.

She froze for a moment, her footsteps paused.

Huo Jinyao, who heard the voice behind him, turned around abruptly, and within half a second, the expression on his face changed.

Why did you come out? Are you not tired? Why don't you sleep?

I— Su Qingsang's lips moved, looking up at Huo Jinyao: It's so late? Whose phone is it?

A colleague from the company.

What colleague? What colleague wants him to speak with such a tone and expression?

You don't know. Huo Jinyao avoided the important and took her into his arms, trying to change the subject: Aren't you tired? I thought you couldn't get out of bed.

Huo Jinyao. Su Qingsang didn't mind what Huo Jinyao's identity was, but she didn't like the feeling of being concealed.

Wife. Huo Jinyao picked her up: It seems that my efforts just now were not enough. You still have the strength to get out of bed. This is definitely my mistake.

Huo Jinyao. Su Qingsang struggled: Don't do this, I have something to tell you.

I also have business to do with you. Huo Jinyao carried her back to the room: Wife, it seems that you are not tired, so let's continue?

I'm tired. How could Su Qingsang make him mess up: I'm going to sleep.

It's okay. I'm going to sleep too. Let's sleep together.

Huo Jinyao. Su Qingsang tried to come straight, but his body was pressed down by Huo Jinyao again.

Okay, wife. You see, a good night is rare, why don't we continue?

Where is Su Qingsang Huo Jinyao's opponent? Don't ask about Huo Jinyao's identity soon, because he was bitten to the point of not even skin.

………………

Su Qingsang sat in the car with his face out of the car window. There was a slight anger on Qingli's face, and she ignored Huo Jinyao's actions from time to time to talk.

Wife—

Su Qingsang didn't hear it.

Wife. Huo Jinyao called again: Good wife, I know I'm wrong. Don't be angry.

To shut up.

Just saying two words, Su Qingsang's voice was hoarse. She became more and more annoyed and didn't want to talk to Huo Jinyao at all.

Wife—

I'll get out of the car if you don't shut up.

Huo Jinyao didn't dare to speak any more, and looked at Su Qingsang with aggrieved expression.

Seeing him put on this appearance again, Su Qingsang became angry. It would be too lazy to even accuse him.

This guy, the night before yesterday, he did something wrong. I had a rest yesterday and said I was going to go out to play.

The results of it? They didn't go anywhere for the whole day and spent it in bed.

If he hadn't fainted last night, I'm afraid this guy wouldn't stop.

Su Qingsang's voice would be hoarse and sandy, she didn't dare to think about how those people would laugh at her when she went to work tomorrow.

One more. Mommy has been very unlucky recently. Allergies at first. Then cut my finger today. Heart congestion. What's more frustrating is to find that the collection has not been rising recently.

What do you mean? Overlord me? I'm really depressed and heartbroken.