To My Dear Mr. Huo

"mom?"

Su Qingsang looked at these two people, feeling puzzled. What kind of trouble is this? When we were eating just now, the atmosphere was still good, right?

"Qing Sang, it's getting late today. Go to bed early. Take a hot bath and soak your hands and feet in hot water."

Xiang Caiping didn't respond to Su Qingsang's eyes, but just took her hand and smiled softly.

In addition to tenderness, there is also some self-blame, guilt, and distress. Those emotions were well concealed by Xiang Caiping, all she could see was her tenderness and love at this moment.

"Mom." Su Qingsang was a little helpless, but also a little moved: "I'm not a child anymore."

"Well. Yeah. Not a kid anymore. I don't know how to take good care of myself yet."

How did Su Qingsang know how to take good care of herself? Without a real mother by my side, having a real father means not having a real father. From childhood to adulthood, I don't know how much I have been wronged before I grow up.

Thinking of this, Xiang Caiping was once again glad that she finally came to Lin City. If she doesn't come, I'm afraid Qingsang will suffer more grievances.

"Mom, don't worry. I will take good care of Qingsang in the future."

Huo Jinyao took the opportunity to express his sincerity, and stood beside Su Qingsang, hooking his big hand on Su Qingsang's shoulder: "Qingsang, do you think so?"

It's not in shape, the parents are still there. Su Qingsang glared at him, and moved her shoulders away without showing a trace.

Huo Jinyao's strength was enormous, so how could Su Qingsang avoid it? He could tell that Su Chenghui's visit this time probably wasn't going to be a good thing.

Otherwise, Xiang Caiping wouldn't have such a face, and I don't know what Su Chenghui said to make Xiang Caiping unhappy.

Perhaps he could go back and check? His eyes fell on Su Chenghui, who had a complicated complexion and a tangled expression, and Huo Jinyao once again had that very weird feeling.

Looking at the two people loving and harmonious, Xiang Caiping was happier than eating honey: "Go and rest. I'll watch TV again."

It was time to talk to Su Chenghui alone, Huo Jinyao and Su Qingsang looked at each other, the two of them turned around and said hello to Su Chenghui before returning to the room.

All Su Chenghui's impulsiveness just now dissipated after seeing Su Qingsang come back.

A small leak will sink a great ship. He can't say.

The children are gone, and Xiang Caiping is unwilling to pretend anymore: "Su Chenghui, why don't you tell me now that Qingsang is not my daughter? Whose daughter is that? Who is my daughter?"

Su Chenghui looked at the sharpness on Xiang Caiping's face, this gentle woman who had hardly any opinions before.

Because of becoming a mother, it also started to become sharp. She will show such a blade-like side in front of herself.

"Can't tell?" Xiang Caiping nodded with a sneer: "You tell me. You don't want me to embarrass Su Pei, do you?"

"Yes." Su Chenghui closed his eyes, full of bitterness and entanglement, but his face was calm and unwavering: "Caiping, Pei is really a good boy. Next time, can you not make things difficult for her?"

If this world has the pain of heart-gouging, Xiang Caiping thinks it's no more than now.

"Su Chenghui, Pei is really a good boy. Isn't Qingsang? I can't make things difficult for Su Peizhen, but your wife and daughter can come and make things difficult for my Qingsang, right?"

Su Chenghui opened his eyes and looked at her with a helpless expression: "I didn't mean that."

"That's what you mean. Get out. Get out." Xiang Caiping's face was never before: "Su Chenghui, I don't want to see you in my life. Get out."

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