To My Dear Mr. Huo

The weather in Lin City is getting colder. Of course it's not as cold as Rongcheng.

Xiang Caiping was wearing a woolen jacket, as if she was afraid of the cold. There are some fine lines around her eyes.

When she met the doubt in Su Qingsang's eyes, she rubbed her hands together. It seemed that he was a little embarrassed to speak.

Seeing her like this, Su Qingsang said in no hurry: "Auntie, if you don't want to talk about it now, you can eat first. Let's talk after dinner."

If the other party might have any difficulties, she was not in a hurry to ask.

Xiang Caiping didn't expect Su Qingsang to be so considerate, her eyes became hot again. It can be seen that Su Qingsang's upbringing is very good.

She was somewhat relieved, that person seemed to take good care of Su Qingsang.

The food was served soon, and Su Qingsang found that the other party seldom ate meat, but only ate vegetables.

She didn't ask too many questions. The two of them ate very quietly. During this time, Su Qingsang thought about sending Huo Jinyao a message to tell him, but later she felt that she could handle this kind of thing, so it was unnecessary.

After dinner, it's getting late. Su Qingsang glanced at the time, it was about twenty minutes before she went to work.

"Auntie, do you have anything to say first? I'm going to work later."

Just as Xiang Caiping put down the bowl, her hands trembled when she heard Su Qingsang's words.

It seems to be determined. Xiang Caiping stared at Su Qingsang's face and said very softly.

"I know your name is Su Qingsang. You are twenty-five years old this year. Your birthday is on December 26, the day after Christmas. Your father is Su Chenghui, you—"

Su Qingsang's expression slowly changed following her words, and she stared at Xiang Caiping defensively: "What do you want to say. Why do you know this?"

These things are not secrets, and it will be clear after a little investigation, but why did Xiang Caiping investigate these things?

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. I'm really not a bad person." Waving to Caiping, there seemed to be a trace of eagerness on her wrinkled face: "I, Qingsang, I, I am your mother."

Su Qingsang paused with the hand that was going to grab the phone just now, and the phone in the palm fell into the bag again.

She stared at the woman in front of her, eyes full of suspicion and defense: "What did you say?"

"I, I really am your mother. I also know you were born at nine o'clock in the morning. You were six pounds when you were born. You—"

"Stop." Su Qingsang raised her hand, blinked her eyes, and tried to calm down the message she just received: "You said, I'm your daughter? Are you my mother?"

"yes."

"Then you mean, you and my dad, namely Su Chenghui, you—"

She didn't know what to say next, but the situation in front of her was obviously unexpected to her.

"Yes. I used to be Su Chenghui's lover."

Xiang Caiping gave Su Qingsang an affirmative answer, but Su Qingsang couldn't believe it.

She couldn't help but looked at Xiang Caiping again. She looked around fifty, with fine lines around her eyes, and her complexion was a little yellow. The hair is also a little gray.

Even so, it can still be seen from her facial features that she should have looked good when she was young.

But Su Qingsang couldn't make it easy for her to be his own mother.

One is that she couldn't find any shadow similar to herself in her body. Second, she really couldn't believe that the woman in front of her would be Su Chenghui's former mistress.

Yes, Su Chenghui and Li Qianxue are married. Su Peizhen was born earlier than her. The woman in front of her can only be the mistress between Su Chenghui and Li Qianxue.

"What evidence do you have to prove that you are my mother?"

One more. . You guess. Will Qingsang recognize her mother?