To My Dear Mr. Huo

What is all-round, multi-angle?

Su Qingsang realized what he meant, and looked at where his eyes were looking. Pushed him away suddenly.

Enough. The more he said, the more unreasonable he was. She took a step back and cleared her throat: I still have something to do. If you're okay, clean up this place.

Her salary is not low, plus her previous savings. It's okay to have one more man to eat.

His eyes swept across Huo Jinyao's face, does she have a little white face?

Rubbing her eyebrows, she suddenly had a headache. It is not enough to say that it is the introduction of wolves into the house.

But the person was chosen by her, and the marriage was what she said she would get married. It's going to be like this, and she doesn't know what else to do.

People have highs and lows, and it's understandable that they can't find a job for a while. It's just that I can't stand it in my heart. A big man is so unmotivated, and he can still say the words for women to support.

How thick-skinned does it have to be to say that for granted?

Rubbed his eyebrows. If Su Peizhen knew that she had chosen such a person to marry in the end, it would be really wonderful.

His eyes looked Huo Jinyao up and down again. He sighed inwardly when confronted with his condescending appearance.

never mind. Let's do this first. In the past few days, I really have to ask this person to cooperate with the acting.

As for the future, if it really fails to meet, or there are differences in principle. It's time to get a divorce.

As long as he went back to the door after three dynasties, Su Peizhen should not have been staring at the lake all the time. At that time, she will naturally have a way to get rid of this man.

Are you worried now? Huo Jinyao seemed to know what she was worried about: Don't worry, I was just joking. Before I left, I helped our boss solve a big problem. Even if I don't work for the time being, I won't starve to death.

When he spoke, he did not forget to look at her carefully, as if he was worried that she regretted it now: If you don't believe me, I can also look for a job tomorrow.

Su Qingsang waved his hands tiredly: Forget it. Don't worry.

She glanced at Huo Jinyao again: I have something to do, don't disturb me.

While talking, she went into her study. The library is actually not that big.

There are three rooms, a master bedroom, a guest room, and the remaining room adjacent to the master bedroom was divided into two by Su Qingsang, half of which was turned into a cloakroom and half of which was turned into a study.

Su Qingsang sat down behind the desk, opened his notebook, and prepared to finish and hand in the unfinished paper last time.

Being a doctor is such a bad thing, you can't have less papers or something, or you won't be able to move forward.

Su Qingsang wrote carefully and did not pay attention to the passage of time. It was not until the knock on the door that she realized that it was noon before she knew it.

The study door was knocked twice again and then opened. Before she could get up, she saw Huo Jinyao standing outside.

time to eat.

The simple three words made Su Qingsang feel a very strange feeling in his heart.

She was always alone in this house, and occasionally Shi Mengwan would come here to live for a day or two.

But that little girl has been very busy since she opened her own studio. Most of them came to stay for one night and left the next day.

She realized for the first time that there was one more person in the house now.

And she is married.

Huo Jinyao looked at Su Qingsang's dazed face, and didn't seem to understand: Qingsang, it's time to eat.