To My Dear Mr. Huo

The dishes are starting to come. Huo Jinyao took her bowl and put a bowl of soup for her in front of her: Come, drink soup. You should eat more. We gave her a gift.

Su Qingsang finally smiled a little. This person really makes people don't know what to do.

Don't make trouble. People knew, which slum they thought he came from.

Really. Huo Jinyao looked serious: I ask you, did you also give gifts just now?

kindness.

Look, you gave a gift, and I gave a gift too. Wouldn't it be a loss if you don't eat more?

Su Qingsang looked at Huo Jinyao and couldn't help but smile. I really can't do anything about him, why is this guy so funny?

Okay, let's eat a little.

There is no one else at the table. The two of them don't care about their appearance. Although not to gobble, but definitely not gentle.

Mr. Li, who was at the main table, glanced at him from a distance, and finally put his heart down.

He didn't want to be an enemy of the Huo family, and he must befriend him if he could. It seems that Huo Jinyao has nothing to do with the Huo family, so that's fine.

As for Su Qingsang, since she is already married. Yu Su Pei is really not in the way, just let her go. Their Li family is not that harsh.

Su Qingsang didn't know what others were thinking. With so many people looking at monsters, under Huo Jinyao's instigation, he really ate more than usual.

When she walked out of the hotel, she touched her stomach and gave Huo Jinyao a cautious look.

It's all your fault.

What's wrong with me?

It made me overwhelmed. If he hadn't kept adding vegetables to himself, he would have kept persuading her to eat back. How could she hold on like this?

Really? Huo Jinyao stopped and suddenly reached out to touch her lower abdomen: I'll rub it for you.

do not--

Su Qingsang was powerless to stop him, and Huo Jinyao's hand had already reached out.

His palms were wide and warm. Now the weather is hot, and through a thin layer of clothes, Su Qingsang can clearly feel his hand on her stomach.

With a red face, she took a step back uncomfortably: Don't make trouble.

This will be the end of the table, and many people will go outside.

Huo Jinyao held her hand: Why am I making trouble? Didn't you say you were too full?

Huo Jinyao.

It's alright, wife, let's go for a walk, just take a walk to digest.

No. It's a little far from her apartment, and she has to pick up the car and go home: I'm going to work tomorrow.

Don't be in a hurry.

Huo Jinyao thought for a while, and suddenly let out a sigh.

By the way, there is a park not far ahead. It's still early. Let's go there for a walk, and then come back and drive.

Su Qingsang really didn't want to go, she had a rather nerdy temperament.

No. Afraid that he would have to take her for a walk in the park, she tried to change the subject: Aren't you tired? Go back to rest early.

Wife, do you feel bad for me? Huo Jinyao didn't wait for Su Qingsang to answer, and hugged her: Wife, you feel bad for me. You are really kind.

I just— Who cares about him? Su Qingsang didn't want to admit it. But Huo Jinyao didn't know anything about being low-key.

He picked her up and put a heavy boo on her lips.

Su Qingsang could already see the gazes of the people around her, and her face turned red for a while.

Put me down.

My wife is so nice. Huo Jinyao slapped her face again: Wife, I'm not working hard. I'm really not tired. I still have the strength to walk with you.

After thinking about it, he added eagerly: Don't talk about taking a walk, even if you let me fight you for seven rounds now, I can cooperate. Really.

What— Seven rounds? Su Qingsang was stunned for a moment, and in his eyes, it took a few seconds to realize what Huo Jinyao said, and his face turned even redder.

Two more. Alright. Go back and fight for seven rounds today. . .

The next chapter, the seventh round of the battle. . . . .