To My Dear Mr. Huo

I don't know. Huo Jinyao didn't care about Su Chenghui, and now the two are cooperating. For the sake of being Su Qingsang's father, he would give him some face.

But if Su Chenghui wanted to bully Su Qingsang, it was absolutely impossible.

I'm worried— Su Qingsang didn't tell Huo Jinyao what happened in Japan.

But now Su Qingsang was worried that Su Chenghui would beat Caiping because of Su Peizhen's beating.

What are you worried about? Huo Jinyao sensitively heard something different.

It's nothing. It's better not to tell Huo Jinyao. Su Qingsang shook her head, believing that Xiang Caiping could handle it by herself.

Huo Jinyao squinted at her, and suddenly his hands around her waist tightened: Tell me. What happened?

Su Qingsang pursed her lips into a straight line, and took Huo Jinyao's hand instead: It's nothing, I just feel that I don't understand.

What?

Tell me, does my father love my mother or my aunt? The aunt here naturally refers to Li Qianxue. After so many years, she couldn't change her words.

What's more, now that Xiang Caiping is not here, she can't hear Xiang Caiping called that.

He has to ask himself that. Huo Jinyao didn't see that Su Chenghui loved Caiping, nor did he see that he loved Li Qianxue.

If he loves my mother, why can he stay under the same roof with my aunt for so many years? You said that if he loves my aunt, why is he entangled with my mother now?

Do you want to hear the truth? Huo Jinyao squeezed her palm, with a somewhat unruly smile on his face.

you say.

If you want me to say, your dad doesn't love anyone but himself.

Su Qingsang pinched him backhand: If you want me to say, he is Boai. He loves my mother, but he can't let go of auntie.

You mean to say that your father loves Su Pei's real mother?

I don't know. Su Qingsang stopped and looked at the shadows of the trees in the neighborhood at night: But there is one thing that I have never told my mother, nor anyone else.

What's the matter? What can't you tell Xiang Caiping?

Probably a few years ago. When I was still in college, I went home to pick up things. Su Peizhen and Su Yuxin were not at home that day. When I came in, I heard that my aunt was sick. I lived in the Su family. I studied medicine again, so I wanted to see her. Then I saw my dad.

Li Qianxue was always in good health, and that illness was one or two times that Su Qingsang remembered very rarely.

She went upstairs, and when she was going to check Li Qianxue's room, she found that the door of Li Qianxue's room was not closed. She was sick at that time, her face was flushed, and she seemed to be in pain on the bed.

When she was about to go in, she saw Su Chenghui coming out of the bathroom. She didn't know what she was thinking at the time, so she subconsciously avoided it and hid by the door.

But her action was also redundant. At that time, Su Chenghui didn't have time to see her at all.

Holding a towel in his hand, he stood by the bed and stared at Li Qianxue's face for a long while, with a look of hesitation, before finally placing it on Li Qianxue's forehead.

In fact, I only saw my dad like that once. I don't know what to say about his expression at that time. Anyway, it feels very complicated.

At that time, she didn't understand love, let alone love. There was a faint thought in his heart that Su Chenghui probably didn't have no feelings for Li Qianxue.

She couldn't forget Su Chenghui's gaze at that time. There is disgust, and there is disgust. But there are some things she doesn't understand.

Third watch. . .