To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Peizhen was half leaning on the hospital bed, and when she met Li Qianxue's somewhat cold eyebrows, she suddenly didn't know what to say. What to say?

That she was abandoned by a man?

Said that she accidentally provoked a man, but it turned out that the man was just playing with her?

She said she was sincerely moved, but that man just wanted to retaliate against her temporary blindness?

Su Peizhen couldn't say anything. She sat there, enveloped in gloom.

Li Qianxue winked at Su Chenghui behind her. Su Chenghui smiled at Su Peizhen and then went out.

He left, and Li Qianxue's face became a little more affectionate and serious. Turning his head to look at Su Peizhen.

Say it.

say what? Su Peizhen didn't know why.

Li Qianxue didn't let her play dumb and got straight to the point.

Who is that man?

Su Peizhen looked unhappy and lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

What? You don't want to admit it? What else can make a woman die like this except lovelorn?

Even if she didn't give birth to it. After all, he was the child he raised with his own hands. Li Qianxue thought that he knew Su Peizhen very well.

Su Peizhen is not short of money. I heard that she was doing well in the company. Looking at her half-dead look yesterday, Li Qianxue could only speculate that she was broken up in love.

She now wants to know which damn man caused Su Peizhen to be like this.

Nothing manly.

Su Peizhen clenched his hands. She did not look at Li Qianxue's eyes, but there was a flash of determination in her eyes.

It’s nothing like a man, I just wasn’t feeling well yesterday.

She heard herself whisper.

Li Qianxue looked at Su Peizhen, seemingly helpless. He stretched out his hand and took Su Peizhen into his arms.

Su Peizhen's body became extremely stiff in an instant. The tip of her nose was filled with a scent that was once very familiar to her.

A hand patted my back. Li Qianxue's voice was somewhat helpless.

Pei Zhen, I hope you remember. You are the daughter of the Su family, and you will always be.

Holding Su Peizhen in her arms, Li Qianxue had a sore nose. But she suppressed that emotion.

If anything happens, don't do it alone. No matter when, neither I nor your father will help you. Huh?

Su Peizhen's throat was so choked that she buried her head in Li Qianxue's arms, sniffed, and nodded vigorously.

She said nothing, but Li Qianxue understood everything. She was also a little sad holding the child she had raised with her own hands.

The atmosphere in the ward was silent, and Su Peizhen felt a little embarrassed. Pushed slightly away from Li Qianxue's arms. Li Qianxue let go of her hand and looked at her with some distress.

Have a good rest, you're still sick. What do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring it to you. How about shrimp porridge?

Su Peizhen didn't speak, but nodded again.

You kid, you are really...

I didn’t say anything else after that. Li Qianxue stood up and went to the door, saying something to Su Chenghui. Su Chenghui nodded and planned to go by himself. Just: She is emotionally unstable, you——

Li Qianxue glanced at her, with a sharp look on her face: What do you mean? Are you afraid that I will still remember the past? Huh. Su Chenghui, if I want to remember, I will also remember the good deeds you did. What does it have to do with my daughter?

How could I mean that? Su Chenghui felt wronged: Aren't I afraid that you would think too much?

Don't think that he doesn't know that Li Qianxue may not take that call to her heart just now.

Okay, isn't it a sin?

Li Qianxue stared at Su Chenghui with dissatisfaction in her eyes. Su Chenghui was afraid to death that she would settle old scores. Beg for mercy quickly.

Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I'm going to buy food for my daughter now. Okay? I'll go there myself, okay?

One update. It's okay, we Peizhen don't have a man or a family. Not a loss.

There is one more chapter, I will write it now. I'm so sleepy. I spent a day shopping during the day and feel so tired at night. I code slowly.