To My Dear Mr. Huo

The sound of Oh— was meaningful.

Sister Wang looked Huo Jinyao up and down, and blinked at Su Qingsang: Xiao Su, you have a good eye. Your husband is quite handsome.

... Su Qingsang was embarrassed to death, but Huo Jinyao didn't realize it at all: Thank you for the compliment, Sister Wang is also very beautiful.

Hahahaha, I'm old. I'm not as beautiful as Qingsang. Sister Wang was praised, and she laughed wildly. It was the first time that Su Qingsang had seen that exaggerated appearance.

She really never knew that Sister Wang also had such a side. His eyes swept to Huo Jinyao lightly, this person is really powerful.

All the way down the elevator after chatting, Su Qingsang watched Huo Jinyao and Sister Wang chat happily, and even agreed to go to Sister Wang's house for dinner next time.

Su Qingsang was amazed, and after getting in the car, she turned her face to look at Huo Jinyao: I believe you are running a business now, you can really say it with your mouth.

With such a powerful mouth, the dead can be said to be alive. Coax people to be happy, and talk in one way.

Wife. Huo Jinyao didn't know how to write the words embarrassed at all: I'm getting close to my neighbors. Shouldn't you praise me?

The corners of Su Qingsang's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say about Huo Jinyao's thick skin.

But the person who asked for praise didn't have any self-awareness at all, and leaned towards her.

Before she could react, he kissed her on the cheek.

My wife doesn't want to praise me, so I can only ask for a reward like this.

Su Qingsang blushed again: You—

Okay. Although I'm not very satisfied with this reward. But don't worry, my wife, I will definitely work hard to get more rewards.

When he spoke, he glanced at her deeply.

Su Qingsang felt uneasy for a while with that gaze that contained some hints.

Thinking of the deeper reward Huo Jinyao said, some extremely indescribable images flashed in her mind unconsciously.

Shaking her head, she realized that she seemed to be pampering Huo Jinyao more and more.

Drive. Or you'll be late for work.

Wife. Huo Jinyao doesn't seem to know what it means to accept it when you see it: Do you agree?

Agree with what?

Wife, you are so kind. Huo Jinyao kissed again, this time not on the cheek. is the lip.

Su Qingsang resisted the urge to run away and glared at him: Can you drive?

On. On.

Huo Jinyao seemed to be in a very happy mood, and even hummed a little song when he stepped on the accelerator.

His voice was clear and slightly muffled, even if he hummed like this, it wasn't unexpectedly unpleasant.

Su Qingsang looked at such a person, and the corners of her lips also rose a lot. Turning his face and looking out the car window, he realized for the first time that getting married seemed to be a good feeling.

...

The good mood of Dr. Su can be seen by the whole department.

Several doctors winked at Su Qingsang from time to time, their expressions full of jokes.

Su Qingsang was very uncomfortable. Fortunately, the department is very busy today. Picked up two mothers, one was a vaginal delivery and the other was a caesarean section.

Caesarean section is very critical. She followed her teacher and the director of the department for a day.

It was finally afternoon, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But she found a pregnant woman who made her feel a little familiar living in the ward.

Li Rongrong.

Seeing those three words, Su Qingsang was stunned for a moment. Is her child still alive?

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