To My Dear Mr. Huo

you go.

Xiang Caiping didn't even push Su Chenghui a few times, so she pushed harder.

Caiping, don't do this. Calm down. Su Chenghui refused to leave, he stubbornly squeezed in and closed the door at the same time.

Xiang Caiping just pushed for a long time but failed to push Su Chenghui out. Seeing him come in now, the anger on her face became more and more obvious.

Get out, get out of here, this is your daughter's house, you are not welcome here.

Caiping. I— Su Chenghui's lips moved, wanting to explain, but looking at Caiping like this, he swallowed back his words: Calm down, give me a few minutes, let me finish my sentence.

I have nothing to say to you.

Xiang Caiping didn't dare to think about it, she didn't dare to think deeply at all. During the years when she was not by Su Qingsang's side, Su Qingsang suffered a lot of grievances.

Just thinking about her makes my heart ache. The more her heart hurts, the more she hates Su Chenghui.

Caiping.

Su Chenghui's voice was exhausted. He didn't go home yesterday and stayed in the company all the time. He'd look haggard after he hadn't slept all night.

Calm down, okay?

Over the past twenty years, too many things have changed. The gentle little woman in my memory has become sharp while growing old.

Xiang Caiping took a deep breath, turned to look at Su Chenghui: I am very calm, if I am not calm, I will want to kill you now.

Su Chenghui suddenly smiled, and that smile had a bitter meaning: Caiping, do you know? I actually—

His eyes saw the sweater and wool on the sofa that seemed to have just started knitting, and Su Chenghui's voice suddenly stopped.

The white wool, such a color, could not be knitted by Xiang Caiping for herself, but only for Su Qingsang.

He closed his eyes: Are you knitting a sweater for Qingsang?

Otherwise? Xiang Caiping looked at him coldly: Qingsang doesn't have a father who is willing to care about her, it can only be me as a mother who cares about her.

Qingsang— Su Chenghui looked at Xiang Caiping, and moved his lips several times: She is, she is not—

What do you want to say? Xiang Caiping hated Su Chenghui's attitude the most: Do you want to say that she doesn't need my care? Or does she not need your care? Su Chenghui, are you human?

Su Chenghui's face showed great fatigue, he looked at Xiang Caiping like this, and suddenly smiled.

Yes. I'm not human. I'm not human. I'm not human. He said three sentences in a row, and took a step back.

I'm not human. I abandoned you for my future, for myself. I'm not human, for, for—

He suddenly couldn't continue, he waved his hand. There was a sense of powerlessness in the whole person: Caiping, you really don't need to be too nice to Qingsang. She, she—

Su Chenghui. Xiang Caiping was furious, she never expected that Su Chenghui would dare to say such a thing at this time.

I'm really blind to believe you. I believe that you will treat my daughter well. I believe that you will treat my daughter well.

I'm really out of my mind to give my daughter to you, and to think that you will protect her, take care of her, and make her life safe and happy.

Why am I so stupid? How could I trust you? Obviously you have betrayed me once. Why should I trust you?

It's been more than twenty years. Su Chenghui, more than twenty years. You can't even remember your daughter's birthday, you haven't given a gift, and you haven't spent a single birthday with your daughter? Su Chenghui, how can you?

Second watch. .