To My Dear Mr. Huo

He had no way to punish Li Qianxue, nor could he avenge his humiliation back then.

Su Chenghui has been entangled, to the point that Xiang Caiping wants to drive him away, but he still hasn't figured out how to speak.

When her hand touched the door and was about to open it and push him out, Su Chenghui's brain became hot, and he finally said that Su Qingsang is not your daughter.

Xiang Caiping stared at him with wide eyes, her eyes were full of shock: What did you say?

I said, Su Qingsang is not your daughter. There's no need for you to be so kind to her and hurt Peizhen just to make her stand out.

You know, Peizhen is your own daughter. Before Su Chenghui could say the last sentence, his words were interrupted by Xiang Caiping.

Su Chenghui. Xiang Caiping really didn't expect that the modest gentleman in her memory would turn out to be what she is now.

In order to prevent me from going to trouble with Su Pei, you don't even want to recognize your daughter?

Caiping, what nonsense are you talking about? Why didn't I recognize my daughter?

You still say no? Tell me, is Qingsang your daughter?

……yes.

Yes? You still know it is? Xiang Caiping has never been so sharp.

Her body was trembling, and her voice was almost broken. The man she'd ever loved, the only man she'd ever loved.

Not only love, but also the friendship that grew up together, almost like brother and sister.

But now this man is such a man.

In order not to let himself hurt his precious daughter, in order not to let his daughter embarrass his wife's daughter, can he even find such a shameless reason?

go out.

Xiang Caiping's huge anger spewed out from her heart, and as soon as she opened the door, she was about to push Su Chenghui out.

Caiping, you heard that Qingsang—

Before Su Chenghui said that Su Qingsang is not your daughter, Su Peizhen is the real one, he saw Su Qingsang and Huo Jinyao coming out of the elevator.

He froze for a moment, the words were stuck in his throat like that, and he couldn't say it again.

Xiang Caiping was about to have a fit, but saw Su Qingsang come back. She lowered her eyes and didn't want to speak a word.

mom?

What is the situation in front of you? Why did she seem to hear Su Chenghui say her name just now?

Looking back and forth between Su Chenghui and Xiang Caiping, Su Qingsang blinked, then turned to look at Huo Jinyao.

Huo Jinyao shook his head at her without saying a word. However, his hand gently squeezed her palm.

Su Qingsang wanted to laugh a little bit, although it wasn't right now, looking at her parents, she cleared her throat.

Mom, it's cold outside, go in.

The weather in Lin City is getting cooler, and now that New Year's Day has passed, it is indeed very cold to stay outside.

Are you cold? Come in quickly. Xiang Caiping was anxious, ignored Su Chenghui, went over him and pulled Su Qingsang's hand.

Su Qingsang's hand was held by her, contrary to her cold hand, Xiang Caiping's hand was very warm.

Are you cold? You are too. You don't wear more clothes when you go outside.

Is it me? Huo Jinyao followed into the door: I should have given Qingsang some clothes just now.

Mom, I'm not a child. I'm afraid you'll be cold. Su Qingsang pointed to himself: Look, I'm wearing so many clothes.

Also, my hands are so cold.

My hands are like this. When it's cold, my hands and feet get cold. It doesn't matter how much clothes I wear.

That doesn't work either. Go back and find a Chinese medicine doctor to check the pulse. See how to take care of it.

Mom, I'm a doctor myself.

Doctors don't heal themselves, haven't you heard it? Xiang Caiping's love for her daughter has reached another level.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that Su Chenghui was still standing there, and he hated him more and more: You go. I don't want to see you.

Four more. Continue tomorrow. . .