To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Qingsang actually slept a little restlessly. She has been dreaming all night. Dreams are all about childhood.

She couldn't remember exactly how old she was, but she was very envious when she saw that Su Pei was really called Li Qianxue's mother.

So one day, when she saw Li Qianxue sitting on the sofa, she walked up on her short legs and called her, "Mom."

It's just that this sound was like a bomb, and Li Qianxue, who was resting with half-closed eyes, suddenly widened her eyes.

That sharp gaze swept across her face unceremoniously: "Who is your mother? Who do you call mother?"

Su Qingsang had never seen Li Qianxue like that before, she was frightened for a moment, and shrank her body, not daring to move.

At this moment, Su Pei really wanted to come in. She heard it, rushed over and punched her hard, pushing her away.

"Go away. You bitch. This is my mother, not yours."

Su Qingsang was pushed and fell to the ground. Su Peizhen still felt that it was not enough, so he took two steps forward and stared at her rather arrogantly.

"You are just an illegitimate daughter that no one wants. My mother let you stay at home because she felt sorry for you. You'd better recognize your identity. This is my mother, not your mother."

Su Qingsang was frightened, and watched the mother and daughter walk away, and never called her mother again.

After Su Yuxin was born, Li Qianxue, mother and son often sat in the garden in their spare time. Su Peizhen held the book and read it while Li Qianxue coaxed Su Yuxin.

That picture was as beautiful as a painting, and she was not in the painting.

The little longing she had for her mother when she was young gradually disappeared because she couldn't integrate into the painting.

"Wife? Wife?"

Huo Jinyao woke up in the middle of his sleep, and the people around him seemed to be sleeping restlessly. He turned on the bedside lamp, and suddenly found that Su Qingsang was crying.

How can he sleep? Woke up immediately: "Wife? Wake up."

Su Qingsang slowly opened his eyes, and for a moment he thought he was in a dream, staring at Huo Jinyao in a daze.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Huo Jinyao ordered Su Qingsang to be together for so long, he almost never saw her shed tears. What happened to Zhang Mei last time was not counted, it was the first time that she shed tears while sleeping like this.

Su Qingsang met Huo Jinyao's eyes and slowly woke up.

She blinked and shook her head: "I'm fine, I'm just dreaming."

"What dream?" Huo Jinyao asked, seeing that she didn't say anything, he hugged her waist tightly: "Dreams are all fake. Don't take it to heart."

Su Qingsang leaned against his chest, thinking about her dream, and chuckled lightly: "Forget it. It's not worth taking it to heart."

Huo Jinyao knew that she didn't want to say it, so he pecked her on the face: "Then go to bed, it's still early."

"En." Su Qingsang turned over, found a comfortable position in his arms, and closed her eyes.

Just when Huo Jinyao thought she was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard Su Qingsang's voice, very soft.

"Actually, it's good that she is my mother. It's really good."

"I want a mother, and I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"Huo Jinyao, I can believe—"

She didn't finish what she said, but Huo Jinyao knew what she meant.

Looking at her sleeping face, a faint pain welled up in my heart. The hand on her waist tightened a little, leaned over, and kissed her on the lips.

Su Qingsang was dazed and almost fell asleep, but after being kissed like this by him, she frowned again. But only once, turned over and continued to sleep.

She was used to his embrace, and would not wake up easily, Huo Jinyao's heart softened into a puddle of water.

He kissed the top of her hair again, and then fell asleep with her in his arms.

One more.