To My Dear Mr. Huo

That's why I said it felt weird. Su Qingsang glanced at herself, and then at Huo Jinyao: The way she looked at me was not trying to blackmail, but rather—

Su Qingsang couldn't tell, but she also found it strange.

She was dressed normally this time. Even though Huo Jinyao had prepared many brands of clothes for her to hang in the closet, she was more used to wearing her original clothes.

Huo Jinyao, on the other hand, had to go to work these days. Even if the brand of the suit on his body was invisible, anyone with a wink could tell that it was of high value because of its hand-made suit.

But Xiang Caiping kept pestering her, but he didn't even look at Huo Jinyao. Isn't that weird?

There's another possibility. Huo Jinyao thought more than Su Qingsang did: Is it possible that she thinks women are better at talking? You're my wife, so you're deliberately pestering you?

It's not impossible, but Su Qingsang still feels that this is not the real answer.

Forget it, don't want to.

Let's go, didn't you say you still want to buy gifts?

En. Su Qingsang nodded, followed Huo Jinyao into the car and left.

The next day Su Qingsang woke up early to practice Tai Chi with Mr. Huo.

These few mornings, she has been with Mr. Huo, and it's only a few days, so naturally she can't learn much.

Mr. Huo is very patient, and he didn't expect Su Qingsang to learn it all at once. I just wanted to have someone to accompany me.

Every morning Su Qingsang got up to fight with Mr. Huo, while Huo Jinyao was swimming in the swimming pool beside him.

After a few days, Mr. Huo became more and more satisfied with Su Qingsang. The two get along very well, except for the rest of the Huo family, of course.

We were leaving today, but Su Qingsang still punched Mr. Huo as he did a few days ago.

Are you tired? That's fine. Let's stop here today. Mr. Huo withdrew his moves and looked at Su Qingsang with loving eyes.

Girl Qingsang, are you going back to Lin City today?

En. Su Qingsang nodded, with a bit of reluctance on his face: Grandpa, I will miss you.

Remember to call more often.

I will.

Girl Qingsang. Mr. Huo looked in the direction of the swimming pool, Huo Jinyao was still swimming. He shouldn't be able to hear the voice here, right?

Jin Yao, this kid. He looks like he's out of date sometimes, but this kid doesn't look like what you see.

Mr. Huo is still thinking about how to say it is more appropriate.

Su Qingsang looked at Mr. Huo, waiting without blinking for him to finish the rest of his sentence.

Actually, it wasn't like this before at home. Because something happened. Before Jin Yao's mother—

dad.

The sudden sound stopped Mr. Huo's words behind him, and he turned his head. Liu Tongjia didn't know when he came.

Tong Jia. Regardless of Mr. Huo's expression, Liu Tongjia glanced at Su Qingsang indifferently.

That look made Su Qingsang shrink her neck. Liu Tongjia no longer looked at her, but just looked at Mr. Huo: Dad. Uncle's phone number. He has something to do with you.

Okay. Mr. Huo didn't finish his sentence, he glanced at Su Qingsang, and went back to the room to answer the phone.

Liu Tongjia was not in a hurry to speak, but just glanced at Su Qingsang: There are some things about the Huo family that you don't need to ask or know. After all, I don't think you can stay in the Huo family forever.

One more.