To My Dear Mr. Huo

Cousin?

Su Qingsang blinked and looked at the person in front of her. She found that she seemed to have seen Zhang Yichen a little more recently.

But this doesn't seem to be a chance encounter. After all, the Huo family is Zhang Yichen's uncle's family. He can come whenever he wants without any worries.

Yes. Zhang Yichen looked at Su Qingsang and responded to her very faint words about cousin.

He seemed to be smiling just now, and the corners of his lips were still raised with a faint, clear smile.

Su Qingsang wasn't sure how much of the conversation he heard between himself and the parrot. I feel a little embarrassed for no reason.

It seemed that when she appeared in front of him, her image would not be too good.

Cousin is here to see grandpa? Grandpa has gone out. He is not at home.

I know. Zhang Yichen came to see Mr. Huo. It was only later that he learned that Su Qingsang and Huo Jinyao only came to Huo's house on weekends and not on weekdays.

He deliberately wanted to avoid Su Qingsang when he came. How do you know, whether you want to avoid it or not.

Unexpectedly, Su Qingsang was at home. Not only at home, but also in the backyard playing with parrots.

There was something innocent and frank about the way she smiled. She doesn't have the arrogance of other daughters of Rongcheng. She looks as cute as the girl next door with hair.

But he knew very well that this was just one side of her. She has many sides.

His cunning when dealing with family members, and his attentiveness and seriousness when suturing someone's wounds. And the arrogance and momentum when facing that man's men.

The last thing that flashed through my mind was Su Qingsang's round shoulders that were half exposed from the water when she was soaking in the hot spring, and her jade bones and ice muscles that were as sharp as a knife.

Realizing what he was thinking, he calmed down and the smile on his face faded a bit.

His expression was so serious that Su Qingsang thought he didn't want to see her. Yes, she was the one who saw him hiding in the closet in embarrassment.

Then, cousin, take care of yourself, I'll leave first.

After she finished speaking, she was about to go into the house, but Zhang Yichen suddenly stopped her when she was about to pass by him: Don't move.

Su Qingsang was startled and glanced at him subconsciously.

Zhang Yichen realized that his tone just now was too stiff, and he lowered his voice uncomfortably: There is something dirty.

where?

Don't move. Zhang Yichen raised his hand and gently plucked out a very light feather from her hair. She looked at him with a bit of hidden eagerness in her eyes.

But the corners of his lips were pursed tightly, which was the result of trying to restrain himself.

Su Qingsang lowered her head and did not see Zhang Yichen's expression. When he held the feather in front of her, she lowered her head and said thank you: Thank you.

Zhang Yichen's lips became cold and his voice became a little lower: No need.

Su Qingsang didn't stay long because of his too cold attitude, but left as quickly as possible.

Zhang Yichen stood there without moving. Su Qingsang left, and the expression on his face relaxed a little.

Close your eyes and sniff lightly, there is still the faint fragrance of Su Qingsang in the air.

Zhang Yichen suddenly opened his eyes and looked somewhere in the garden.

Not sure if it was his imagination, but he keenly noticed that someone was peeping there just now. The feeling of being peeked at is very obvious.

If he hadn't been distracted just now, he would have discovered it just now.

Zhang Yichen looked serious and stared in that direction for a while, but he no longer felt that way.

His face darkened slightly, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to be too careless just now.

He should be more careful not to let anyone see the slightest bit of it. After all, he could restrain his thoughts.

But is it really just a little nostalgia? Obviously we only met a few times, and our interactions were only brief. But he couldn't help but think about it.

It would be nice if she was not Huo Jinyao's wife, it would be nice if she didn't get married so early.

He would even think that if the person she married was him, would she show such a gentle smile in front of him, with a bit of shyness?

Closing his eyes, Zhang Yichen suppressed this crazy thought in time.

His hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly into fists, and the veins on the backs of his hands popped out.

I can't think about it anymore. If people notice it, it will not bring good results to him or Su Qingsang.

Zhang Yichen glanced at the place just now, thinking about who might be where, and finally turned around and left.

…………

When Su Qingsang returned home, she found that Huo Jinyao had come back first today. She was a little surprised.

Aunt Yu was cooking in the kitchen, and Huo Jinyao was sitting on the balcony chair. It was so cold outside, and he didn't come in.

She came back and he didn't notice it either. Su Qingsang frowned, put down her things, changed her shoes and walked out.

Jin Yao?

Huo Jinyao turned around, and when he saw Su Qingsang, the corners of his lips curled up: Back?

Su Qingsang blinked and looked at him. There was no light on the balcony. She seemed to have seen a flash of gloom in Huo Jinyao's eyes just now.

But now he just looked at her with a slight smile, as if the emotion just now was her illusion.

Are you OK?

No ah.

It's okay. Why don't you go outside alone to enjoy the cold wind?

You should know that in this kind of weather, Rongcheng has not stopped heating yet, and it is very cold outside.

She felt cold even standing here, not to mention that she didn't know how long he had been blowing the wind.

Su Qingsang suddenly reached out and held his hand. I found that his hands were not as warm as before, but ice cold.

Su Qingsang glared at him: Huo Jinyao, do you think it's okay?

The concern in her eyes was real. Huo Jinyao looked at her and suddenly stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms.

After Su Qingsang was stunned for a second, she hugged him back and hugged his waist with both hands.

His clothes were blown cold by the wind, and she leaned her face against them, feeling a little uncomfortable from the coldness.

Huo Jinyao. She didn't look up, but just tightened her arms slightly: I'm your wife. If you need anything, you can tell me.

Yes. Maybe I can't help you with your official matters. Even with your other matters, I can't help you. But, at least I can listen.

Su Qingsang's voice was very soft, ringing in the darkening night.

Huo Jinyao remained silent, he had no way to say anything. He looked at Su Qingsang and thought about what Micah said in the afternoon.

He couldn't say it. He had no way of telling Su Qingsang that his mother, his father, his cousin, his uncle, almost everyone, didn't want him to have an easy time.

After closing his eyes, Huo Jinyao placed his chin on the top of Su Qingsang's hair.

There was a faint fragrance in her hair, which he found very pleasant. Her body was very soft. Compared with his figure, she was delicate and soft. Holding her in his arms made his heart soften.

Huo Jinyao, what happened? Can you tell me?