To My Dear Mr. Huo

Qiu Yanbo raised his arm, wanting to slap Qiu Junjiao. Seeing his movements, Qiu Junjiao blushed.

"Qiu Yanbo, are you my real brother? Who are you helping? Your sister was wronged, and if you don't help me out, you still want to beat me? I'm going to tell Dad."

"Have you had enough trouble?" Qiu Yanbo was furious, but the slap did not last: "Do you know that Huo Jinyao gave us a cooperation project that our company had negotiated with Huo Jinyao before?" Su family. Do you know how much that project is worth? Do you know how much our company lost if your glass of wine was spilled?"

Qiu Junjiao was dumbfounded. She looked at Qiu Yanbo and couldn't believe what he said: "Is Huo Jinyao crazy? How is it possible? I just—"

She suddenly lifted the quilt and planned to get out of bed: "I'm going to find him."

"What are you looking for? What's the use of you looking for him?" Qiu Yanbo grabbed her arm: "I tell you, next time, stay away from Su Qingsang."

"Brother, figure it out, she bullied me too." Chou Junjiao was mad.

Qiu Yanbo didn't want to reason with her, he stretched out his hand and compared each other: "Just this once, don't make another example."

He now has to go back to the company to deal with some aftermath. Looking at his sister, Chou Yanbo was very angry. Why can't he be more sensible like Su Qingsang and cause less trouble?

Seeing her brother leave, Qiu Junjiao not only didn't get angry, but became even more angry.

She thumped the quilt resentfully, and decided in her heart that this matter couldn't just be left alone.

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When Su Qingsang returned home, she found that Xiang Caiping's eyes were even more swollen than when she went out.

She was terrified, and wanted to ask Xiang Caiping, but Xiang Caiping acted as if she didn't want to talk, so Su Qingsang had no choice but to stop asking.

After dinner, Su Qingsang sat with Xiang Caiping for most of the day. Watching her knitting herself a sweater, she moves very quickly.

It took only one day today, and the bottom circle has already been knitted.

"Mom, you move so fast."

"Hurry up?" Xiang Caiping picked it up and compared it to Su Qingsang: "I'm old, I used to be even faster."

"It's okay, I have clothes to wear." Su Qingsang looked in the direction of the room: "Last time Huo Jinyao bought a lot."

"He was so kind to you."

"En." Su Qingsang nodded, thinking of the fireworks yesterday, she still felt very happy.

"Aren't you going to get some papers? Go ahead, I'll knit here by myself while watching TV."

"Then don't be too late, go to bed early."

"Okay." Xiang Caiping looked at Su Qingsang, feeling really emotional in her heart. This daughter is so sensible and obedient. But Su Chenghui treated her like this.

Su Qingsang left the living room, but instead of going to the study, she returned to her room.

Huo Jinyao had already come out of the shower and was drying his hair. When he saw her coming in, he sat down beside her: "Aren't you watching TV with Mom?"

Su Qingsang shook her head: "Huo Jinyao, why do I feel that Mom's mood is worse today than in the morning?"

She just wanted to ask what happened. But looking at Caiping who didn't want to say more, she couldn't ask.

"It's normal to be in a bad mood. Because your dad came to find her."

"how do you know?"

Huo Jinyao put the towel aside casually, and put his face in front of Su Qingsang: "You really want to know? Please, I'll tell you."

Four more. . .