To My Dear Mr. Huo

Let's go. Huo Jinyao stopped while speaking, took off his suit jacket, and put it on Su Qingsang.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to say hello to Mr. Li with Su Qingsang, and then he left.

After getting in the car, Huo Jinyao turned on the air conditioner and raised the temperature: Is it cold?

not cold.

Huo Jinyao nodded, and seemed to inadvertently ask, Your brother is not bad.

Yuxin? Su Qingsang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, Yes. Yuxin is pretty good.

He shouldn't know what happened just now, right? Should not know?

Huo Jinyao looked at the road ahead, and Su Chenghui was good at it. Although Su Peizhen is not very good, Su Yuxin seems to be a good talent, and I am afraid that he will be a good opponent when he grows up.

How is your relationship with him?

It's not bad. It wasn't very good before, but after what happened last time, the relationship has become a lot closer.

It's good.

Su Qingsang looked at Huo Jinyao, feeling that there was something in his words. But I didn't think too much for a while.

Actually, Yu Xin can be considered pitiful.

Poor? How pitiful?

My dad said that boys need to practice, and we didn't go out to live until college. Only Su Yuxin lived on campus in junior high school. Although he can come back on weekends, my dad also arranged a lot of homework for him during the winter and summer vacations.

These homework naturally refer to some business matters. It can be seen that Su Chenghui attaches great importance to this son, but is also very strict.

Huo Jinyao concentrated on driving, thinking about Su Qingsang's words.

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Xiang Caiping got up early this morning, and when she saw Su Qingsang coming out, she had a bright smile on her face: Qingsang, are you awake?

morning.

It's getting late. Xiang Caiping walked over with a smile, and took Su Qingsang's hand: Qingsang, happy birthday.

Thanks.

I cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for you. You eat it before you go to work.

Okay. Su Qingsang did not refuse, when she saw the genuine concern in Xiang Caiping's eyes, she only felt very warm: Thank you, auntie.

Silly boy, what are you thanking?

The two went to the restaurant together, and Xiang Caiping brought out the noodles: After today, Qingsang will be one year older. I wish you good health and peace.

Thank you, Auntie.

Su Qingsang was a little moved. She sat down on the chair and looked at the steaming bowl of noodles. The tip of her nose suddenly felt a little sore.

He lowered his head while eating noodles, blinked his eyes, and tried his best to resist the urge to cry.

How does it taste? I rolled it myself. I don't know if you can get used to it.

Xiang Caiping's words were a little cautious, but also a little bit sad. The daughter is so old, she has never celebrated her birthday with her.

Speaking of which, Xiang Caiping felt very guilty, more regretful.

He regretted not being angry with Su Chenghui, and regretted that he hadn't taken Su Qingsang away. Even if it is a little bit tiring, at least her daughter is still by her side.

Su Qingsang kept her head down. This was the first time she tasted the noodles made by her mother. the most important is. This year's birthday, she doesn't have to spend it alone.

Thinking of this, Su Qingsang suddenly raised his head: Auntie, where is Huo Jinyao?

I don't know. I went out early in the morning.

Went out early in the morning? The corners of Su Qingsang's lips curved downward. That guy, didn't he forget his birthday?

Third watch.