To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Qingsang looked at Wei Lenan, and for a moment only thought that this man was mentally ill?

Weilenan. He appeared in front of her on a day like today, which made her very unhappy: Let go.

I won't let it go. Weilenan shook his head, his eyes becoming more and more persistent: I know you're mad at me. I also admit that it was my fault before. But I got mad at you once, and you got mad at me once, and we Is this even okay?

Even? Su Qingsang almost laughed angrily. It was the first time she really knew how the word evenness was used in this way.

Before she could pull out her hand, Wei Lenan held it tighter again: I already told your dad. He knows it too. Qingsang, since the past is over, then forget it. I don't care. , you don't care, let's start over, shall we?

Not good. Su Qingsang pulled out his hand forcefully and looked at Wei Lenan as if he was insane: Why don't I care? You don't know what you have done yourself? Who wants to start over with you?

Everyone in the Su family watched the scene in front of them, but no one spoke.

Qiu Yanbo sat next to Su Peizhen, looking at Su Peizhen and then at Su Qingsang.

He said nothing. The corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking at this time, and his fingers tapped his knees once and for all.

While Huo Jinyao was behind Su Qingsang, his expression changed from being relaxed at the beginning to being solemn at this time. He doesn't care about other words Wei Lenan said, but thinks about the three words he said about fake marriage.

fake marriage? Who said they were fake marriages?

He glanced at Su Peizhen. I found that the look of watching a good show in her eyes became more and more obvious. Huo Jinyao's face sank instantly.

Seeing Huo Jinyao's changed face, Wei Lenan felt more and more that what he said was true.

Now, all you need to do is get Su Qingsang's forgiveness: Qingsang, I said, all those things were my fault before. Don't be too stubborn.

Stubborn? Who is stubborn? Su Qingsang almost laughed angrily: Li Rongrong still has your child in her belly. How are you doing with that child?

Wei Lenan's face changed in an instant, and his momentum suddenly dropped by two points. But only for a moment. Soon, he regained his composure.

Qingsang, I've already asked her to abort the child. Qingsang, I've said everything in the past, and that's it. Besides, look, don't you also marry him to anger me? So we're even. ,look--

Who said we were fake marriages?

Huo Jinyao chuckled lightly, and then his face changed again. He stretched out his hand and hugged Su Qingsang's body into his arms, looking at Wei Lenan with piercing eyes.

Just yesterday, the two of us went to get the license. So we are really married.

...

The living room was silent for a while. Everyone looked at Huo Jinyao, as if wondering if what he said was true or not.

Su Qingsang was in his arms, and the close contact between the two made her very uncomfortable.

Now I want to act for this group of people, so even if I'm not used to it, I just cuddle my body in Huo Jinyao's arms.

His chest is very broad and strong, and through a thin layer of clothes, Su Qingsang can almost feel his heartbeat.

Noticing the stiffness of her body, Huo Jinyao's hand on her shoulder tightened even more.

You, you lied. The first person who couldn't accept this fact was Wei Lenan: How could Qingsang really marry you? It's absolutely impossible.