To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Chenghui. Those three words made Su Qingsang feel the hairs on his back stand up.

Su Qingsang picked up the phone under Huo Jinyao's protesting eyes. He hung up again without saying a few words.

"Wife." Huo Jinyao was thinking to continue, but Su Qingsang blocked his hand: "Don't make trouble."

She sat up, thinking about the phone call just now: "My dad called me and asked me to attend Su Peizhen's birthday party."

"No." Huo Jinyao's hands were still trying to fight against Su Qingsang's clothes.

"Huo Jinyao." Could he be more serious: "Stop moving."

Huo Jinyao knew that he couldn't continue now, so he sat up straight and said, "Do you want to go?"

"It's not a question of whether I want to or not, my dad. He even called himself to ask me to attend Su Peizhen's birthday party? Do you think I can not go?"

"If you don't want to go, then don't go. What's the point?"

Although the Li family and the Su family are quite powerful now. so what? Tianyu can't lose to them.

Su Qingsang didn't speak, she thought more: "It doesn't seem right not to go?"

"There's nothing wrong with it." When Huo Jinyao spoke, his hand touched Su Qingsang's waist again: "Don't worry, they don't dare to offend you now."

Su Qingsang glanced at him angrily, and managed to get Huo Jinyao to put his hand down: "It's easy for you to say."

"Then you mean you want to go?"

"Tomorrow is Su Peizhen's birthday." Su Qingsang thought of Su Peizhen: "Speaking of which, my birthday is only one day away from hers..."

Christmas is Su Peizhen's birthday, and it will be her birthday after Christmas.

"Wife." Huo Jinyao turned to look at her with a three-pointed joke on his face: "Wife, are you reminding me not to forget your birthday present the day after tomorrow?"

Who told him this? Su Qingsang couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

Huo Jinyao pressed her shoulders heavily into his arms, and his voice was firm.

"I dare not forget my wife's birthday. Don't worry, I will remember it firmly and prepare a birthday present."

"Actually, I don't care if it's my birthday or not." Su Qingsang thought about her previous life in the Su family: "I've never had a birthday or received a birthday gift in all these years."

Every year, at Christmas time, I watched Su Pei celebrate his birthday so lively. Li Qianxue will invite a group of people to celebrate Su Peizhen and throw a party for Su Peizhen.

And her? Not to mention that no one remembers her birthday, even if it is Su Peizhen's birthday, she is not allowed to appear in the banquet hall.

She is a disgrace to the Su family and a disgrace to the Li family. She is self-aware, not only won't show up, but will take the initiative to hide in the room and not go out that day.

After the excitement of Christmas the day before, no one would remember that there was another Su Qingsang in the Su family who was born a day later than Su Peizhen.

Only then did Su Qingsang want to say that he had gotten used to it over the years. But Huo Jinyao quickly hugged his body into his arms.

Su Qingsang's face was pressed against his chest, feeling his firm and warm embrace, and his steady and powerful heartbeat.

She didn't feel wronged at first, but at this moment, her eyes suddenly became sore.

"I'm fine. Really." She took a deep breath and said softly, smelling the nice, male-clear breath on his body, "I've been fine for a long time."

It was only when she was a child that she wanted to be noticed by adults, and now she is past that age. The care of her parents is already dispensable to her.

How could it be all right?

One more. . .