To My Dear Mr. Huo

Liu Tongjia's complexion became ugly again. Huo Mingguang didn't say a word, and when Mr. Huo felt tired and went upstairs, the two of them also went upstairs and left.

Su Qingsang breathed a sigh of relief, she was not so comfortable with her elders around. Especially when Liu Tongjia is there.

She didn't completely let go of her tone, Huo Jinyao's body was already completely close.

Wife—

What are you doing? Although it's getting late, there are still servants in the Huo family who haven't slept yet.

It's okay. I'll call you. Huo Jinyao wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder: I suddenly discovered that my wife is very nice.

Stop coming.

Really. Very, very good.

Huo Jinyao added another sentence, then leaned over and kissed her on the neck.

Wife, why do you think you are so attractive?

Stop making trouble. If people see her staying, she will really be ashamed to death.

Where am I making trouble? I'm praising you, wife.

When Huo Jinyao was talking, he simply picked up her body and put it on his lap: Honey, I found something.

what?

I met someone else just now, and let you escape again. You haven't called me husband yet.

Su Qingsang's face turned red again, feeling very uncomfortable. She quickly backed away from Huo Jinyao's arms.

It's not too early, I'm going to take a shower. Su Qingsang ran as fast as a bunny.

Don't run. Huo Jinyao got up and chased after her: Are you screaming?

Su Qingsang pretended not to hear, and ran even faster. Huo Jinyao chased after him in three steps and two steps.

Until Su Qingsang fled back to the room, there was nowhere to escape.

Huo Jinyao smiled evilly and closed the door: Honey, you ran up here by yourself, no wonder I'm here.

All the exclamations were muffled by the heavy wooden door, and nothing could be heard outside.

…………

Another place in Rongcheng.

This is a small courtyard with two entrances, far away from the road, very quiet.

The TV was on, and some aunts brought dishes to the table. Then he called out to the back room.

Sister Xiang, the meal is ready. Eat.

My aunt is from Sichuan, and her Sichuan dialect has not changed. No one responded in the back room, only the sound of pulling a chair could be heard.

After a while, the people inside came out. She is a middle-aged woman in her fifties.

His gray and white hair was pulled back. The wrinkles on the face are obvious, and there are a few spots on the face.

Sitting down at the table, the aunt turned on the TV and sat down on the other side.

The news is also broadcasting on TV, the same city broadcast just now. Both of them watch this show.

Sister Xiang was holding a bowl and was serving soup for herself when she suddenly heard the word Su Qingsang.

She put down the bowl suddenly, staring at the TV screen with burning eyes.

The name Su Qingsang appeared several times, but Lin Shi only seemed to hear it once.

In order to make sure that she heard correctly, she asked her aunt to play the TV again.

Soon, the news played again. This time, sister Xiang heard it clearly.

Lin Shi, Su Qingsang.

Surnamed Su, still called this name? That's right, it can't be wrong. It was her, it must be her.

She still remembers that when she was with that betrayer, she also had a good time.

She said that she liked the name Qingsang, and if she gave birth to a daughter in the future, she would call it Qingsang. If it is a son, it will be called Qinghe.

Su Qingsang, Su Qingsang. Sister Xiang repeated the name twice in her mind.

Sister Xiang's heart suddenly became agitated.

Third watch. . . . . continue tomorrow