To My Dear Mr. Huo

Mr. Huo smiled and patted her hand: You still look like this every day? It seems that you are very satisfied with Jin Yao.

Grandpa. Su Qingsang blushed so embarrassingly.

Mr. Huo stopped teasing her and led her into the door. Liu Tongjia had already got up, and glanced at Su Qingsang with a calm expression.

Morning, Auntie. The other party is obviously Huo Jinyao's mother, but if she doesn't like her being called Mom, then she won't.

Liu Tongjia didn't look at him either, and went straight to the restaurant past her.

Girl. Mr. Huo sighed: Don't worry about it.

Don't worry, Grandpa, I won't.

Su Qingsang had no experience with old people, but she really liked Mr. Huo.

After taking a shower, Huo Jinyao changed his clothes and came, still sitting beside Su Qingsang. Other people usually don't live here, so they are the only ones who eat in the morning.

Huo Mingguang also got up very early, and when he was about to go out after dinner, he took a look at Huo Jinyao.

Now that you're back, you have to deal with business. Don't just focus on your children's love and—

Those not-so-pleasant words in the end were swallowed in the warning eyes of Mr. Huo.

Huo Jinyao really has a lot of business to deal with today, except for those who were left behind, those who are still in Lin City.

Just looking at Su Qingsang, he was a little confused. Should have taken her to play.

It's okay, you go to work. I'll accompany grandpa.

Su Qingsang was very considerate, Huo Jinyao looked at her, and felt that this woman was more and more in his favor.

Regardless of whether there were other people around, she slapped her heavily on the face: En. I'm at work, you stay at home with grandpa, and come back to eat with you at night.

it is good.

Su Qingsang nodded, and Huo Jinyao went to work.

After dinner, Mr. Huo took Su Qingsang to his study.

It was the first time Su Qingsang entered Mr. Huo's study room. She didn't look sideways, entered the door very upright, and then stood by the side like a primary school student.

You don't have to be so nervous, come here.

Thank you, Grandpa. Su Qingsang relaxed a little, and Mr. Huo sat down behind the desk.

Su Qingsang took a look. There were several paintings hanging on the wall of this room, which seemed to be authentic works, but she didn't quite understand.

Mr. Huo bent down and took out a box from the bottom drawer, opened it, and handed it to Su Qingsang.

This is left by Jin Yao's grandmother. It's agreed, it will be given to the eldest grandson's wife. Now that he is married, this will be given to you naturally.

Su Qingsang glanced at the box, it was an antique jade bracelet that looked very fine and full of water.

Grandpa, this is too expensive. I can't accept it.

Put it away, as I said before, things are dead, but people are alive.

Mr. Huo seemed to be thinking of something, a little sad: When his grandma was alive, the most painful thing was—

When mentioning his wife, Mr. Huo's voice stopped for a moment, and the expression in his eyes became more and more difficult: Now that you are married to Jin Yao, this is yours.

Grandpa. Su Qingsang looked at the box, and was afraid to pick it up with his hands for a moment: I'm a doctor, so I really can't wear this.

It's okay, just keep it. Mr. Huo waved his hand: Can you play chess? Would you like to have a game with me?

No. Su Qingsang was a little embarrassed, at best she knew the rules.

It's okay, let's go downstairs.

The things to be given have already been given, and the old man didn't say anything more. Take Su Qingsang downstairs.

Su Qingsang followed behind him, still holding the box in his hand.

She was still thinking about waiting for Huo Jinyao to come back and tell him about this, when she suddenly saw someone sitting in the living room who shouldn't be here.

Xu Ruoli came here at some point, and was sitting in the living room with Liu Tongjia, talking happily.

Four more. . . I found that the collection has not increased recently. There are not many recommended tickets, and Yue Ma is very upset. Originally, the free period is very long now. You are such a domineering mother. I can't write any more. I cry!