To My Dear Mr. Huo

Huo Jinyao stopped the car in front of the restaurant and turned to look at Su Qingsang: Wife. Here we are.

Su Qingsang glared at him, without any intention of getting out of the car.

Her waist is still sore, and her legs have no strength. Blame this guy.

I told you to eat at home. You insisted on coming out. I don't have the strength to walk right now.

Su Qingsang's voice was still hoarse and uncomfortable. She really wasn't complaining, but uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

I'll hug you. Huo Jinyao stretched out his hand when he spoke, how could Su Qingsang let him hug him?

It's not enough to mess around at home, is it? And lose her face outside.

Huo Jinyao, you are enough.

Wife— Huo Jinyao's voice was full of grievances: Don't be angry.

Seeing that Su Qingsang still had a serious face, he couldn't help but leaned over: You think, I've been a bachelor for 30 years, and it's a lot of meat, you have to make me full, right?

Su Qingsang was about to lose to his shamelessness: Huo Jinyao, you still said it.

Really. Huo Jinyao made a pouting note on Su Qingsang's cheek: What's more, you can see that my wife is so beautiful, so gentle, so generous, with a good figure, good skin, and so enthusiastic ,again--

Huo Jinyao, shut up. Su Qingsang's neck was red, and he couldn't listen anymore: Don't talk anymore.

Why don't you let me talk? Huo Jinyao blinked his star-like eyes: My wife is always very enthusiastic, and she is very—

He said the next few words close to Su Qingsang's ear. Su Qingsang was too embarrassed: You are enough.

So you see, wife, you really can't blame me. You can only blame you for being so perfect. So how can I hold back?

Facing his rogue-like face and adding this series of sweet words, Su Qingsang couldn't let out any anger.

But she always had to teach him a lesson: There must be no next time.

I'll try my best. It's impossible not to do it next time, but: My wife, I promise you at most, and I'll be more restrained in the future.

From now on, you can only do it once a day at most. Chapter 3 of the contract still needs to be said first. Su Qingsang found out that she really pampered Huo Jinyao too much.

Isn't it? Huo Jinyao's cheeks changed suddenly: Wife, you wouldn't be so cruel to me, would you?

How about once a week?

Huo Jinyao's face completely collapsed: Wife, I really know I'm wrong, so I don't need this punishment, right?

If you say it again, then once a month.

Su Qingsang looked like he had nothing to discuss.

Huo Jinyao said with a look of hopelessness: Wife, it's my fault these two days. I promise, I will pay attention next time, but this punishment is really too severe. You can't do this, or you will die.

Really? Can't see it.

When Su Qingsang was talking, she pushed open the door and got out of the car. Although she was still a little unwell, she felt a lot more happy.

Wife—

Huo Jinyao was still behind Su Qingsang, trying hard to persuade Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang just didn't hear it. Listening to Huo Jinyao's nonsense and sweet words from time to time, the smile on her lips also increased a lot.

Qiu Yanbo, who had just parked his car and got off in the distance, saw Su Qingsang's expression from a distance.

It was the exact opposite of the sharpness and alienation she showed when facing herself.

At first glance, Su Qingsang in front of her looked like a petite, well-loved little woman.

Qiu Yanbo narrowed his eyes, the meaning of the light in his eyes was unclear.

Two more. . Collection Collection. Recommended tickets Recommended tickets. Don't be overbearing. . I'm so heartbroken. My hand hurts and I'm still coding for an update, why do you have to give me some encouragement?