To My Dear Mr. Huo

It wasn't until he got into the car that Su Qingsang seemed to react.

She sat in the co-pilot's seat and looked at Huo Jinyao. She knew at the wedding before that this man's mouth was all he needed to say.

But he didn't expect that he would have the upper hand in front of Qiu Yanbo. This is really-

He said that it was just a meal, and she was still the daughter of the Su family whether she ate it or not.

But in fact, she is not considered the daughter of the Su family, whether she eats it or not. After all, no family would treat their daughter like this.

Looking down at her slightly pale fingertips, she couldn't see through some very simple things.

In fact, there is still hope in the heart, and expectations will be hurt. If there is no expectation, naturally there will be no disappointment and no harm.

Su Qingsang was stunned for a moment when his hand was suddenly held. He looked up at the owner of the hand.

Huo Jinyao didn't know when he stopped starting the car, and he was holding her hand and looking at her intently.

If you don't like it, don't come next time.

Su Qingsang was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Huo Jinyao's enlarged face.

He was also looking at her, his eyes focused, as if there was only her in his eyes. Su Qingsang turned his face away after seeing such a look of discomfort for a while.

What's not to like. This is my house.

Although the people in this family do not regard her as family.

The last sentence she said was very light, but Huo Jinyao could hear it clearly. Gently squeezed her palm.

Your home is not here, let's go, let's go home now.

The three-bedroom nest is their home.

Su Qingsang heard the meaning of these words and looked at Huo Jinyao holding his hand.

His hands were beautiful, slender, well-proportioned, and well articulated.

No. Huo Jinyao said suddenly, causing Su Qingsang to turn his face to look at him again.

We should go to dinner now.

The Su family villa is actually a bit far from the city. After such a tossing down just now, it was almost noon.

What do you want to eat? Huo Jinyao looked at Su Qingsang. With a bit of encouragement in his eyes: You are not allowed to say anything casually, every time you say it casually, I feel that you are difficult to raise.

Su Qingsang swallowed the two words he was about to say casually. Looking at Huo Jinyao's smiling face, the negative emotions just now disappeared.

I want to eat Guoqiao Rice Noodles.

There was a Y province person when I was in school. She often takes herself to the bridge-crossing noodle shops opened in various places in Yangshi.

She is not particular about eating, but she has never forgotten that feeling.

Okay. Just eat the bridge rice noodles. Huo Jinyao started the car when he spoke: Where?

I know that there is a store opened by people from Y province, and the rice noodles there taste very good. Su Qingsang took out his mobile phone as he spoke.

Every time you go there, you have to make a reservation. You drive first, I'll see if there's still a seat.

Okay. When Huo Jinyao spoke, the corner of his eye glanced at her. The corners of her lips rose a little when she realized that she could no longer see the lost emotion on her face.

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When Su Qingsang woke up in Huo Jinyao's arms again in the morning, he found that he was actually used to it.

It's only been a few days, she's actually used to a man's arms?

Looking at Huo Jinyao's tightly closed eyes, she felt a little weird in her heart.

She still doesn't know who Huo Jinyao is. His identity, his origin, even they got married, even his parents themselves have not met.

But Su Qingsang was willing to believe that he would not hurt himself.

This intuition is not credible. It's just that she doesn't feel like resisting.

There are still people who say they can't see what the author has to say? I am also tired. For collection, for collection, for collection! ! ! ! ! !