To My Dear Mr. Huo

She is the sweet girl of heaven, and she has been held in the palms of Su Chenghui and Li Qianxue since she was a child. Except for the occasional dislike for Su Qingsang, she has been going smoothly.

But recently, because of Su Qingsang, she kicked the iron board one after another.

Today, he was slapped so harshly. And the person who beat her was actually Su Qingsang's mother? The little three between her mother Li Qianxue and her father Su Chenghui?

How could Su Peizhen swallow this breath? What shocked her even more was Xiang Caiping's nonsense. How dare she call Li Qianxue a mistress?

How dare she?

ah--

She lost her usual arrogance and calmness. The demeanor carefully cultivated by Li Qianxue disappeared without a trace.

She just hates, hates so much.

Peizhen? Chou Junjiao looked at her worriedly: Are you okay?

Su Peizhen was panting, she had a cold face, she couldn't hear the voices of the sisters behind her at all.

Peizhen? Chou Junjiao called again with some worry. This Xiang Caiping was really too much today. Actually do it?

I'm fine. Su Peizhen's three words almost came out from between his teeth. Several other people looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all saw worry in each other's eyes.

Peizhen, your face, why don't we go back first and apply some medicine?

Su Peizhen didn't refute, she kept adjusting her breathing, and finally nodded coldly.

Chou Junjiao and the others followed her all the way back to the room. Su Peizhen's hands were tightly held together, and her eyes were never gloomy.

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Su Qingsang and Xiang Caiping at the other end were silent all the way until they got into the car.

The escort, Yumi, saw that the two of them looked unhappy when they got into the car, so she was smart and didn't ask any more questions.

Su Qingsang looked at the disheveled look on Xiang Caiping's face, and sighed softly.

Mom, you don't have to do this.

Because Yumi was there, she spoke the dialect of Hayashi City. Xiang Caiping couldn't speak, she kept her head down.

She clenched a fist with one hand on her lap, and pressed the other tightly against her chest. She was restraining her emotions, Su Qingsang knew.

She wanted to comfort her, but there was no way to comfort her. Finally, she gently stretched out her hand and wrapped her shoulders: Mom, I'm fine. Really. It's all over. Those things have long been over.

Xiang Caiping still didn't speak, but Su Qingsang saw her with her head down all the time, tears fell down her cheeks.

She was a little helpless, a little sad, and a little moved.

Actually, Dad is not as bad as she said. Su Qingsang knew that the explanation was very weak, but she still wanted to try to make her feel better.

At least for so many years, I haven't been cold or hungry. Although I can't ask for more, it is much better than the children of ordinary people.

Xiang Caiping still didn't speak, she couldn't speak, she was afraid that if she spoke, she would burst into tears.

Su Qingsang blinked, and finally picked out a few light things to tell her.

Look, Mom, we are going to play now, how can I have fun with you like this?

She waved to Caiping, she needed some time to calm down.

Su Qingsang knew it was useless to persuade her, so he hugged her tightly and leaned his face against her shoulder: Mom, I'm really fine. It's good now, really good.

She never felt that she was suffering before. She has a good mentality. Compared with the orphan, she is much better.

One more. . Ran for a day today. I'm about to move to a new house. There are so many things to be busy with. I found it tiring to move. I don't want to move anymore.