To My Dear Mr. Huo

Qiu Yanbo's expression was deep and hard to tell, Huo Jinyao's face was slightly cold.

What does Mr. Qiu mean?

It doesn't make any sense. Qiu Yanbo smiled: But I just find it strange. You don't know who said it. The first element of marriage is sincerity. Mr. Huo, do you think so?

Huo Jinyao did not take this threat to heart.

so what?

I want to say that a marriage that starts with deceit has no sincerity and probably no loyalty. I really don't know how long such a marriage can last. What does Mr. Huo think?

Don't worry, Mr. Qiu. Huo Jinyao's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was slightly cold: How to start is not important, what is important is how to maintain it, and what kind of results it will have. When it comes to the time, there is really no need to worry about Mr. Qiu. I believe me Live as long as you want.

Really? Mr. Huo is really confident. Qiu Yanbo smiled and raised the bottle of water in his hand: In this case, I can only wish Mr. Huo's wishes come true.

Huo Jinyao gave Qiu Yanbo a cold look, then turned to look for Su Qingsang.

The rescue is still continuing, and the medical team has arranged people to take turns on duty.

The uninjured guarded the first half of the night, and the injured guarded the second half of the night. Su Qingsang didn't think the one on her forehead was a wound. Directly asked to stay in the middle of the night.

When Huo Jinyao came over, they had already made arrangements.

Aren't you tired? Would you like to take a break?

Huo Jinyao had never appeared in such a scene before. Everything in front of him was quite unfamiliar to him.

More than a dozen villagers were buried under the ruins of the village. The people of the rescue team changed batch after batch.

Su Qingsang looked at the other side and shook his head gently: It's okay, I'll rest later.

Can I have coffee? Huo Jinyao looked at her, holding a freshly brewed cup of instant coffee in his hand.

Just rushed, and this is the only one left. But I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep if you drink it.

It's okay. Su Qingsang took the cup of coffee and took a sip. The warm coffee warmed her stomach, and she turned to look at Huo Jinyao: I'm fine, you can go back tomorrow morning if you're fine. You still have to go to work.

Don't worry. I'm here for disaster relief this time, and my boss won't blame it.

real?

Of course it's true. Wife, don't you believe me? Huo Jinyao put his face close when he spoke, and his expression seemed a little aggrieved.

Su Qingsang couldn't take it anymore and avoided it: Don't make trouble.

There are so many people around here, and they don't even look at where this is.

It's not trouble. Huo Jinyao put his arms around Su Qingsang's waist: You do the math, wife. How many days have I not seen you?

Not many days, right?

Ten days. Huo Jinyao looked at her: We haven't seen each other for ten days. Wife, don't you miss me?

Don't make trouble. Su Qingsang looked around and said in a low voice, Hurry up and let me go. It's not good for people to see.

See what happened? You are my wife. Huo Jinyao not only didn't let go, but he hugged even tighter: We are a couple, what's wrong with hugging? Don't talk about hugging, even if we do--

Huo Jinyao's mouth was covered by Su Qingsang, she glared at him unbearably: Huo Jinyao, enough is enough.

Look what he said.

Not enough. Huo Jinyao still had a lot of sweet words to say.

Qingsang.

The voice behind him made Huo Jinyao's face pull down.

One more. . . .