To My Dear Mr. Huo

She didn't know when she had a diamond ring on her hand.

The ring that she picked at random before, Huo Jinyao, was ugly, and he threw it into an unknown corner directly afterwards.

And now, he is holding her hand with one hand, and putting the ring on the base of her finger with the other.

you're awake?

Huo Jinyao's expression was asking for credit. Su Qingsang blinked and looked at the diamond ring, but couldn't come back to his senses for a moment.

Does this ring look like it's five carats? A pink diamond, cut into a heart shape. The style is simple and atmospheric, and it also shines brightly indoors.

Su Qingsang blinked again: You bought it?

Like it?

Huo Jinyao asked again.

Su Qingsang sat up, raised his hand and looked at it for a long time, still in disbelief: You bought it?

En hum. Huo Jinyao flattered.

How much does this cost? Although she was the illegitimate daughter of the Su family, she didn't have any knowledge.

Not much money.

It cost tens of millions. However, he felt that he was still a little small. This is not the right time to say this.

How much is not much money?

It's only a few thousand dollars. After Huo Jinyao finished speaking, he saw Su Qingsang suddenly holding her hand: You don't think it's true, do you?

Is not it?

The color of this diamond looks so good, could it be fake?

Of course—no. Huo Jinyao smiled with white teeth: This is fake.

fake?

Yeah. Huo Jinyao was still a little guilty when he spoke: It only cost a few thousand dollars.

How many thousand dollars? Su Qingsang raised his hand and looked at the diamond ring above, he couldn't believe it was only a few thousand dollars.

Wife. Huo Jinyao took advantage of the situation and put his arms around her waist: Although it only cost a few thousand, I chose it for a long time. After all, there are not many rings that are so realistic and beautiful.

really.

The fake is the same as the real, no wonder so many people can't see the real and fake.

Although it's only a few thousand yuan. But it also cost me half a month's salary. Huo Jinyao put his face in the past: Wife, you shouldn't dislike me for buying a fake ring for you to wear, right? ?

How come? Su Qingsang didn't particularly like these jewelry: I can't wear this often. I have to go to work.

When entering the operating room, you should not wear any jewelry on your body.

I know. But I hope you wear it all the time.

Only by wearing it all the time can those who don't have long eyes see clearly that she has the master.

okay, I get it.

When Su Qingsang was talking, he was about to take off the ring, and Huo Jinyao took her hand quickly.

What are you doing?

Why don't you do it. Su Qingsang looked at him inexplicably: I'll have to do laundry and clean up the room. Take it off first.

No need. Huo Jinyao smiled: Your hands are so beautiful, how can you come here for the rough work of cleaning up the room? I have already called for a part-time worker, and I will come after a while.

Su Qingsang looked at him, asking for part-time workers, she had no problem, and she didn't have time to take care of the house's hygiene when she was busy.

But Huo Jinyao's arrangement surprised her. It is said that this guy has just found a job. Even if he is not short of money, he should save some money, right?

But he bought a gift for Qiu Yanbo, as well as the gift from the last time he came home, and a diamond ring for her.

This would make him stop when she said she was going to do something. Although he said that he was good to her, why did she feel that something was wrong?

Okay, you woke up too, let's go eat.

Huo Jinyao stretched out his hand to pull her up.

Su Qingsang glanced at his hand, the slender fingers, with well-defined joints, were a pair of very beautiful hands.

Looking at Huo Jinyao again, he doesn't seem to know much about housework.

Thinking about what happened from the first day he saw him to now, Su Qingsang began to feel curious for the first time.

Huo Jinyao, is he really just an ordinary office worker?

roar. Qingsang began to doubt. . . la la la! Continue tomorrow.