To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Peizhen's face changed immediately, and Qiu Yanbo shrugged: Forget it. I just think she didn't offend you—

Her existence provokes me. Su Pei really stood up and stared at Qiu Yanbo unhappily: What? already?

What did you say? Qiu Yanbo took her hand and asked her to sit down opposite: Why should I pity her?

Pity really can't be called. It's just that she looked back and smiled at that time, and the expression on her eyebrows made Qiu Yanbo a little obsessed.

Hmph. Su Pei was really angry: Yan Bo, I don't care about the other things. You know it. But Su Qingsang is the person I hate, you should know?

He is her fiancé, if he is on Su Qingsang's side, she will not obey him.

Look at you. What nonsense are you talking about? Qiu Yanbo put the tea in front of her: You can rest assured. My fiancee. But you.

This is the marriage decided by the enemy family and the Li family together. He knew it, and she knew it too.

Su Peizhen's mood is still not high. No one likes an illegitimate daughter, and neither does she.

Yanbo, pick a time, we took the wedding photos, and then set the wedding date.

Okay. Qiu Yanbo nodded: When the time comes, I will tell your parents and see what day is right.

Su Peizhen's mood finally slowed down because of his affirmative attitude.

The waiter started serving the food at this point. Qiu Yanbo turned the topic elsewhere, as if the dispute just now didn't exist.

Only Qiu Yanbo knew that Su Qingsang's appearance would float in his mind from time to time. Let him be a little obsessed.

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Su Qingsang had no idea that he almost became the source of the quarrel between Su Peizhen and Qiu Yanbo.

She was in another box, enjoying Huo Jinyao's service.

Come, have a taste of this fish. When Huo Jinyao spoke, he put a piece of fish meat with the bones removed into Su Qingsang's bowl.

I remember last time you tasted this fish a few more bites. You should like it, right?

Su Qingsang's hand holding the chopsticks stopped for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Huo Jinyao, his eyes were a little complicated.

She is really not particular about eating, but Huo Jinyao is very careful.

If she ever moved her chopsticks a few times on a dish, he would definitely remember it. Not only will she remember, she will order food according to her preferences next time.

Just like this steamed turbot. She just clipped it twice when she went out to dinner last time, and he remembered it.

Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold.

When Huo Jinyao spoke, he did not forget to serve her a bowl of soup: I tell you. He has just changed a cook here. It is said that his ancestor was a royal cook, and this dish was eaten by the emperor in the palace back then.

Do you believe in the gimmicks made by the merchants?

Su Qingsang smiled, but he took a few more bites to save face.

Huo Jinyao was quite diligent in picking the thorns out of the fish for her. Su Qingsang looked at his concentrated movements, and most of the annoyance he had been bullied by him yesterday and the day before had dissipated.

Okay, no more stabs.

Huo Jinyao put the fish in Su Qingsang's bowl, only to find that she had been staring at him when he looked up.

What's wrong?

Huo Jinyao. Su Qingsang suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked at Huo Jinyao seriously: Why are you so kind to me?

Two more. Mommy eats first. Write the rest of the night.