To My Dear Mr. Huo

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"No. I have just arrived." Xiang Caiping rubbed her hands. "I just want to see if you get off work."

Su Qingsang sighed in her heart: "Where is your hotel? I'll take you back."

The expectations in Xiang Caiping's eyes suddenly darkened, and Su Qingsang added: "I'll take you to get luggage, and then you can come home with me."

Xiang Caiping's eyes lit up again suddenly: "Qingsang, you, you—"

"Since you're my mother. That doesn't make you stay in a hotel. There's a room there, but it's not that big. You don't want to betray it."

"Don't hate, don't hate."

Xiang Caiping waved his hand, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Su Qingsang did not know what to say, followed Xiang Caiping to the hotel and packed his luggage. Take her home.

She is not without hesitation, but the more she doubts, the more she wants to confirm.

Xiang Caiping did not speak, but that eager look made Su Qingsang feel that she could accept her and made her feel particularly happy.

No amount of blame can be said at this time. Take Xiang Caiping home and settle her in the guest room.

Although the rooms are not often occupied, Shi Mengyu used to come here often. So the quilt sheets are everything.

Su Qingsang helped Xiang Caiping to lay down the quilt, and Xiang Caiping stood on the side, who wanted to help. But Su Qingsang asked her to sit, and she did not work.

"Qingsang, this house is you—"

"My dad gave it." Su Qingsang explained faintly: "I went to college and bought this house for me. Then I moved out."

Huo Jinyao wanted her to move to the villa after the banquet the day before yesterday. She felt that she was too far away from work to refuse.

Huo Jinyao didn't force it, and he used to live here for a few months. Not to mention here is closer to his company.

After looking at the house, Xiang Caiping felt relieved: "Is he good to you?"

it is good? Shall I buy a house? Su Qingsang didn't know how to define that good definition. He didn't say this topic: "Auntie is cooking, shouldn't you have dinner?"

"No." Xiang Caiping waved his hand: "Are you asking for Auntie? Isn't it expensive to ask Auntie here?"

"Huo Jinyao asked. I don't know if it's expensive. Come over every day to clean up the room and make dinner."

Xiang Caiping nodded, thinking of the young man last time: "Huo Jinyao? Is that young man last time? Your--"

"My husband." Su Qingsang said more naturally.

Xiang Caiping thought about the last time Huo Jinyao had someone come to deal with her sprain and the car that Huo Jinyao drove: "Is he rich?"

Su Qingsang hesitated for a moment, not thinking that Xiang Caiping would ask such questions: "It's okay."

"Don't think too much. I mean nothing else. I just care about you. Was he introduced to you by your father?"

"No. I found it myself."

Xiang Caiping nodded, and the two had nothing to say. Xiang Caiping was afraid to say that Su Qingsang could not find anything to say.

Su Qingsang also had no experience with his elders. It happened that Huo Jinyao came back at this time, and when he came back, he heard the aunt said that Su Qingsang brought a person back.

When Su Qingsang and Xiang Caiping went out, Huo Jinyao just put the key down and saw Xiang Caiping as soon as he looked up.

"Wife, this is--"

Huo Jinyao has a good memory, and almost suddenly remembered that he hit this woman in Rongcheng.

"She--" Su Qingsang thought about how to explain, and the aunt just cooked the meal.

"Let's eat first. Let's eat before we talk."

"OK." Huo Jinyao nodded, politely without asking. But those deep eyes were full of scrutiny when looking at Xiang Caiping.