To My Dear Mr. Huo

There was some confusion in her mind, more excitement. Countless thoughts kept rushing through my mind.

Until the aunt called her: Sister Xiang, why don't you eat? The food will be cold after a while.

When she came back to her senses, Sister Xiang was looking at her with a bit of worry in her probing eyes.

He smiled at his aunt and said that he was fine. This smile stunned Auntie for a moment, but she hadn't seen Sister Xiang smile for a long time.

Sister Xiang's expression could not immediately regain her composure. She endured it, and the expression on her face slowly returned to normal.

Sister Xiang. After all, the aunt couldn't restrain her curiosity: What do you think of today's dishes?

Good.

Sister Xiang, you haven't gone out these few days. Do you want to go out today? The weather forecast says that it will be sunny these days, and it will rain in a few days. It will snow in a few days.

Okay. I'll go down for a while.

The aunt became more and more frightened, looking at her sister, it seemed that she really planned to go out. Quickly said: I'll let me get the car ready. Where are you going? I'll accompany you.

Look at you. It's too late now. It's tomorrow to go out.

Right. Auntie smiled. Concentrate on eating again. But I still feel that there is something wrong with Miss Xiang today.

Sister Xiang glanced at the screen, thinking that she must go out tomorrow, and she was going to find that Su Qingsang.

She would tell her that she was her mother, and she would tell her that she—

Sister Xiang stopped eating suddenly. She knew that Su Qingsang was in Rongcheng just now, and the excitement of being in the same city with her was over. She thought of another thing.

She once promised that person that as long as Su Qingsang lived well, she would never recognize her in her life.

She promised, she would not recognize Su Qingsang. Since this is the case, why would she admit it?

His heart sank little by little, and Xiang Jie's complexion returned to its usual gray and white color.

Auntie watched Sister Xiang's face change, but didn't respond at all.

She has been with sister Xiang for many years, and she has long known that sister Xiang is used to this. Gloomy, indifferent, unsmiling, and not easy to get close to.

Sister Xiang's eyes returned to the screen, the program had changed long ago, not to mention that person, even that name would never be heard again.

Now, what is she going to do?

...

After Su Qingsang pestered her for most of the night, she was bullied by Huo Jinyao to the point that she lost the strength to fight back. His hands and feet were soft, and his fingertips were too lazy to move.

She gave Huo Jinyao a bitter look, and she turned her back to Huo Jinyao, not wanting to look at him at all.

Huo Jinyao reached out his hands to hug her waist shamelessly, and put his chin on her neck: Honey, are you angry?

Who has time to be angry with you?

Su Qingsang didn't admit it, so she clapped his hands to make him let go. But even such a simple movement made her arms sore.

Annoyed more and more in my heart: You let me go.

Don't let go.

If you don't let go, I will be angry.

If I let it go, I'm going to be discouraged.

When Huo Jinyao was talking, he licked his neck again: Honey, I can't sleep well if I don't hug you now.

Nonsense. You haven't had a good night's sleep in the past thirty years?

That's right. Huo Jinyao said half-truthfully, When you didn't marry me, when you didn't let me hug you to sleep, I had nightmares every day.

Ghosts believe you. Su Qingsang couldn't listen anymore. In order to take advantage, this person really made more and more outrageous stories: Having nightmares? Do you still have them every day? Why? Did you do something wrong?

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