To My Dear Mr. Huo

He was looking at Zuo Hongchen, and Zuo Hongchen was also looking at him. Listening to the tone of the other party, it is not difficult to guess the identity of the other party.

Zuo Hongchen looked calm, but moved a small step in the direction of Su Qingsang.

Uh. It was at this time that Su Qingsang realized that Zuo Hongchen was standing very close to him.

She has a very good relationship with Zuo Hongchen. He is his own senior brother and the dean's son.

Su Qingsang didn't think much about other things. Seeing her so close to him, and then looking at Huo Jinyao, she felt inexplicably guilty?

What a hell.

Let me introduce. This is Zuo Hongchen, my brother. Brother, he is Huo Jinyao, my husband.

Huo Jinyao raised his eyebrows slightly at Su Qingsang's words.

I'm really not satisfied with such an official introduction, and I didn't miss Zuo Hongchen's invisible movement just now.

This man, I'm afraid he has plans for Su Qingsang, right? With the answer in mind, politely, he took two steps forward and reached out to hold Zuo Hongchen's hand.

Senior brother Zuo, right? I'll call you brother, too. I'm Huo Jinyao, Qingsang's husband.

Zuo Hongchen reached out and shook hands with him. The hands of the two people were clasped in the air, and then they separated quickly and hard.

When Huo Jinyao took his hand back, he did not forget to bring Su Qingsang into his arms.

Su Qingsang's body was stiff and uncomfortable for a moment. She really needed time to get used to Huo Jinyao's behavior of holding hands, hugging her waist, and hugging her shoulders from time to time.

Huo Jinyao felt her body tense and stiff, but he hugged him even tighter.

Now that you're done, let's get off work.

Huo Jinyao. Su Qingsang touched his nose in embarrassment: Senior brother just came back today, I promised to invite him to dinner.

Zuo Hongchen stood there, looking at the man in front of him just now.

He looked tall, nearly 1.9 meters. The atmosphere is also very strong. When I shook hands with him just now, my hands were firm and powerful.

Su Qingsang, who was buried in the hospital every day either for surgery or for research, how did he know this man?

He was curious, but when he heard Su Qingsang's words, his lips curled into a smile: Yes. Qingsang agreed to be the host today and invited me to dinner.

Since it's Qingsang's senior brother, it's natural that I should come to invite him.

When Huo Jinyao spoke, his big hand wrapped Su Qingsang's body tightly around him.

With a smile on his face, he looked enthusiastic: When Qingsang and I got married, my brother was not there, so why should I invite this meal? I don't know what my brother likes to eat?

I just got back, and I miss Chinese food. As long as it's Chinese food.

Zuo Hongchen didn't choose. Huo Jinyao nodded, turned his face to look at Su Qingsang: If that's the case, then go eat Sichuan cuisine. Is that okay?

it is good.

Don't eat Sichuan food?

Huo Jinyao looked sideways at the two different voices, and he looked at Zuo Hongchen: Senior brother, don't you like it?

It's not that I don't like it. It's because Qing Sang has a bad stomach. Don't eat too spicy, right?

When he spoke, he looked very calm, as if he cared about his little sister.

But Huo Jinyao understood the deep meaning hidden in the words. One of his senior brothers knew that Su Qingsang couldn't eat spicy food.

And he, as a husband, made such a proposal. Squinting his eyes, Huo Jinyao's eyes flashed slightly, it seems that this senior brother is not a simple person.

There was a faint smell of sparks floating in the air, but Su Qingsang didn't notice it.