To My Dear Mr. Huo

When they got home, Huo Jinyao was still awake. When Yang Wenchang saw her, his eyes were a little wandering and he looked guilty.

Su Qingsang didn't understand what that look meant until she saw Huo Jinyao's hand. The intravenous drip was completed, but Yang Wenchang might not be very skilled. When he pulled out the needle, he accidentally bled.

There were blood stains on the back of Huo Jinyao's hands. Su Qingsang glanced at him but could not say anything accusatory.

She had to blame herself for leaving Huo Jinyao here in order to question Liu Tongjia.

Go back, I will take care of him.

Okay. Yang Wenchang nodded, and after thinking about it, he decided to tell Su Qingsang: Mr. Huo seemed to have woken up just now, but fell asleep again.

It doesn't matter. He fell asleep because of the injection. He will wake up later.

Yang Wenchang finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Su Qingsang is also a doctor. I think she will take good care of Huo Jinyao.

Su Qingsang just ate something casually at night, and there was porridge she had stewed on the casserole. It has already been stewed and is very delicious. But Huo Jinyao never woke up.

She also didn't expect that a person who usually looked so healthy would be struck down by a cold.

After Aunt Yu packed up, Su Qingsang asked her to go back first.

She looked at Huo Jinyao, holding a notebook and watching over him.

Thinking of what Liu Tongjia said before, she looked up the old case online. But he didn't know if someone had hidden the information, but Su Qingsang found nothing.

Also, more than ten years ago, the Internet was not as developed as it is now, so it is normal to not be able to find it.

When she was still thinking about whether to choose a time to ask Mr. Huo, Huo Jinyao woke up.

Su Qingsang heard the movement and stood up quickly. Huo Jinyao saw her as soon as he opened his eyes.

old--

Do not talk.

He had been sleeping all day. Su Qingsang poured him a glass of warm water, helped him up first and let him drink most of it.

After drinking a glass of warm water, Huo Jinyao's complexion improved a lot.

Wife?

You have a cold. Su Qingsang looked at Huo Jinyao and said in an angry voice: It's not summer yet, so just shower with cold water. You wish you were sick, right?

Huo Jinyao thought of the email he had seen before and looked at her and just smiled but said nothing.

Su Qingsang knew that he was in a bad mood and did not continue to ask. He raised his hand and placed it on Huo Jinyao's forehead: It looks like the fever is gone. But I still need to take the medicine.

Wait a moment, I made porridge. You are sick, drink some porridge first. Then take medicine.

good.

Huo Jinyao had no objection and watched her go out, then quickly came back in with porridge in his hand.

There's nothing you can do if you don't like it now. Su Qingsang put the tray aside and picked up the bowl of porridge: Who made you sick? You can only eat this.

You got through it.

Yes. Su Qingsang nodded, scooped out a spoonful of porridge and glared at Huo Jinyao: Don't dislike it.

How could it be? Huo Jinyao's voice was a little hoarse, but he still said sweetly: The porridge cooked by my wife is the most delicious in the world.

Su Qingsang glared at him with a bit of anger in his expression.

Gently blow the porridge to cool it and put it to his lips. Huo Jinyao enjoyed his wife's care and looked at her with tenderness.

Su Qingsang fed slowly but methodically, looking very skilled.

Huo Jinyao saw her with a smile in his eyes: She's very skilled.

That's right. It's not like I've never done it before.

When Su Qingsang said this, he was stunned for a moment while feeding the porridge. She is so skilled because of Xiang Caiping.

At that time, Xiang Caiping broke her waist in a fall. Although there were nurses during the time she was in the hospital, she was mostly taking care of him.

But who would have thought that Xiang Caiping was not her biological mother. The last time the two met was such an unpleasant scene.

Xiang Caiping didn't understand her, and she couldn't muster the courage to ask Xiang Caiping how he was doing.

Huo Jinyao could naturally think of things she could think of.

Do you miss Auntie?

Xiang Caiping is a good person, Huo Jinyao never denies this. It wouldn't be bad if she was really Su Qingsang's biological mother.

If you want to see her, I can help you arrange it.

Su Qingsang pursed her lips tightly, and finally shook her head. Without saying anything, he put the last spoonful of porridge into Huo Jinyao's mouth.

one more bowl?

good.

Su Qingsang stood up to serve the porridge. She actually wanted to see Xiang Caiping. But so what if I see you?

Neither Xiang Caiping nor she could go back to the past. It is impossible to be as close as mother and daughter as before.

The scene of the last meeting that seemed like a breakup also made Su Qingsang timid to look at Caiping. During this time, she will also think of Xiang Caiping.

The last time I went to Lin City, I thought about looking for her, but later I was short of time and she really didn't know what to do if I met her, so I had to give up.

Lower your eyes, maybe next time you have a chance, you can take a peek. She didn't bother her either, just took a look.

Huo Jinyao drank another bowl of porridge, and Su Qingsang brought him some medicine.

He was still not in good spirits and his face was still a little pale.

After Su Qingsang cleaned up, she returned to the room. Thinking about Liu Tongjia's words, she couldn't believe that the person Liu Tongjia was talking about was Huo Jinyao.

Jin Yao.

She wanted to ask him what the kidnapping case was all about. She wanted to ask him if he still remembered what happened back then.

She wanted to ask him how his brother and sister died. Was he really the one who killed him?

But now looking at Huo Jinyao's weak expression, she couldn't ask a single word.

kindness?

Su Qingsang said nothing and took out the thermometer: Take the temperature again to see if the fever has gone down.

Should we retreat?

Don't make trouble. Just measure it.

Instructing him to clip the thermometer, Su Qingsang sat down next to him and looked at him.

Do you still have a headache?

It doesn't hurt. Huo Jinyao added, It doesn't hurt at all. It's just that my body is a little stiff.

I've been sleeping all day, do you think I'm not stiff anymore?

Su Qingsang looked at him, but still couldn't hold it back: You too, you are such a big man. Why did you just run to take a cold shower? Do you think you are a superman?

Huo Jinyao smiled slightly and did not explain why he took a cold shower.

Su Qingsang wanted to ask several times, but was held back because of his expression.

What's wrong?

Huo Jinyao seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Su Qingsang: Don't worry, I'm in good health. This time it was an accident.

Su Qingsang once felt that she couldn't understand Huo Jinyao. He always has some emotions hidden in his heart.

But now she suddenly felt that she could understand him a little better.

He was obviously ill, half leaning on the bedside. You obviously feel a lot of pain in your heart, right? He was hurt by Liu Tongjia and misunderstood by his biological mother.

But he was able to cover up everything with such strong and deep eyes, as if nothing had happened.

Her heart felt once again, a slight throbbing pain, and the pain made her unable to bear it.

She sat on the bed, leaned forward and kissed Huo Jinyao's lips.

Her actions surprised him a little, but he quickly pulled her body away.

I'm sick. Don't pass it on to her.

Don't worry. It's okay. Su Qingsang's lips slightly raised: I'm in very good health.

She wanted to kiss him again, but Huo Jinyao held her shoulders: You are still a doctor. What's wrong? You don't have any medical knowledge at all?

Su Qingsang looked at Huo Jinyao. Because of his illness, his lip color is darker than usual.

He looked at her with obvious disapproval. She smiled: Yes. I am a doctor. But, I am still your wife now.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Su Qingsang slowly approached him: Maybe if you pass the cold to me, you will be fine?

Huo Jinyao met her half-joking, half-serious eyes, and held her in his arms with the hand without the thermometer.

He pressed her head into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her hair.

You are my wife and I am your husband. What should I do? I don't want you to catch a cold.

He gently kissed the top of her hair: If you really want me to kiss you, well, you can wait until I recover.

This man started to lose his temper again. Su Qingsang patted him gently on the arm.

Be careful not to drop the thermometer.

Huo Jinyao's words made Su Qingsang come back to her senses and step away. She looked at the time and took out the thermometer for him.

Thirty-eight degrees, I still have a bit of a fever. You should go to bed early and have a good sleep. The fever should be completely gone by tomorrow.

Well, thank you Dr. Su, thank you for your hard work.

Huo Jinyao spoke in a hoarse voice, and Su Qingsang pulled off the pillow he was leaning on: Sleep. You are not honest even when you are sick.

Wife. Why am I dishonest?

Huo Jinyao said this, but he still lay down quite honestly. I yawned, and because of taking the medicine, I felt more sleepy than usual.

Aren't you going to sleep?

I'm going to take a bath. Su Qingsang helped him cover him with the quilt: You go to bed first, I'll be right back.

By the time Su Qingsang came out of the shower, Huo Jinyao had already fallen asleep. She looked at his sleeping face and failed to ask her doubts about the kidnapping case that year.

She didn't sleep deeply that night. Every now and then I woke up and took a look at Huo Jinyao, and found that he was sleeping deeply and didn't seem to have nightmares, so I felt relieved.

After all, Huo Jinyao is young and in good health. When Su Qingsang got up the next morning, he had already recovered more than half.

Now I am standing there holding my coat and heading outside.

Are you going to work? Su Qingsang sat up quickly, with a look of disapproval on his face: You are still very weak now, so you should rest more.

It's okay. Huo Jinyao shook his head: The company has a lot of things to do, and I can't rest for too long.

Su Qingsang looked at his face and hesitated to speak, and finally felt helpless: Then don't drive, I will take you there. Then you call me when you get off work, and I will come to pick you up.

Huo Jinyao didn't object this time: It's an honor for Dr. Su to be my driver.

Seeing that he was becoming poor again, Su Qingsang really believed that he was fine.

Looking carefully at Huo Jinyao's eyes, there was no pain or discomfort at all that he saw that night.

Su Qingsang's heart ached, and he was hiding his emotions again. Realizing this, her heart ached dullly.

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The following words are free. free. free. Say important things three times. (Because the author has something to say that cannot fit into 500 words)

Let me digress a bit: I found that some relatives don’t understand Huo Huo’s mother’s behavior and call her crazy or something like that. Let me tell you the real story. There was a family where the older brother died trying to save his younger sister. Then the mother never liked her daughter. All are biological. It’s not that he favors sons over daughters, he just feels that this daughter killed his son. When I wrote this story, I was inspired by this news.

In fact, it is difficult for people to get out of misunderstandings.

Just like Huo Huo's mother, she lost two children at once. Because of what happened to Huo Jinyao (at least in her mind, that's what she believed), these two children couldn't think too hard and would go to extremes. There is a reason for this. Go and see Angela Chang’s mother and Anita Mui’s mother. What did Angela Chang and Mei Gu do wrong? But how did their mother treat them? One falsely accused his daughter of taking drugs, and the other even auctioned off his daughter's underwear for money after her death.

I really can't understand these two superb mothers. Why are there such parents? But in fact there are such people in this world.

In this world, it does not mean that if you are related by blood, you will definitely forgive all the mistakes made by the other party. My husband has a classmate whose father cheated on him and hurt his mother. To this day, this classmate still refuses to forgive his father. He hasn't called him daddy for two or three years. They didn't talk to each other when they met. He turned away when he saw his father. I don't want to stay at home either. This is just cheating. The other party is still my father. They are so unwilling to let go and cannot be forgiven.

how to say? Some people can think about hurt from their loved ones, but some people can't. It's fair to say, just laugh it off. If you can't think about it, you may have to think about it for a lifetime.

Life is sometimes crueler than fiction. Of course, I still hope everyone is safe and well. Life is a smooth road!

First update today.