To My Dear Mr. Huo

Qiu Junjiao recounted what happened to her tonight. After seeing Qiu Yanbo's increasingly solemn expression, he opened his mouth.

"Brother, do you think Su Qingsang did it on purpose?"

Deliberately not letting others know who her man is? She felt impossible again. If Huo Jinyao's status is really unusual, why would he like Su Qingsang?

Can He Xuanyao dump Su Qingsang Shitiao Street? No matter what the family looks like or what.

Qiu Yanbo ignored his sister's words. He thought of the repeated inquiries of Mr. Qiu and Mr. Li before.

He Xuanyao is from Rongcheng. Huo Jinyao said that he had nothing to do with the Huo family.

If Huo Jinyao is really from the Huo family, what is the purpose of his sudden appearance in Lin City?

"Brother—" Qiu Junjiao said something else, but Qiu Yanbo didn't have time to pay attention.

He glanced at Qiu Junjiao: "Junjiao, listen to me, stay away from Su Qingsang next time."

"what?"

Qiu Junjiao didn't like to hear this. She and Su Pei are really good friends. Although Su Peizhen never said anything about dealing with Su Qingsang, but having such a thing at home is so frustrating.

"It's nothing, you don't care about it anyway."

Abandoning this sentence, Qiu Yanbo hurriedly went out again.

…………

When Su Qingsang opened his eyes, his waist was still a little sore.

Turning over, she saw Huo Jinyao's enlarged face. It had been several days, and she was still not used to it.

Today she has to go to work, but yesterday she asked repeatedly that Huo Jinyao was not allowed to touch her.

In the end, this guy was a scumbag, saying that it only takes one time. But is his one a normal one?

"Morning. Wife."

Huo Jinyao got up very early. It's all back from morning practice. He had just washed himself and was fresh. You can also smell the shower gel.

Su Qingsang ignored him, her waist was still sore, and her body was not very comfortable. Has this guy never touched a woman in 800 years?

"Wife—" Huo Jinyao didn't care about her cold face at all. There was another "boo" sound against her cheek.

"Why didn't you say good morning to me?"

Su Qingsang's eyebrows twitched, and he has begun to ignore his occasional tendency to be a certain kind of large dog.

"Wife—" Huo Jinyao saw that she was about to get up, and hurriedly pressed on her to prevent her from moving: "You haven't said good morning to me yet."

"Good morning. Can you get up?"

Su Qingsang's voice was a little hoarse. Hearing that voice in Huo Jinyao's ears, he felt inexplicable.

"No." He clambered up on all fours: "You haven't given me a good morning kiss yet."

Su Qingsang couldn't bear it anymore, before he couldn't restrain himself and wanted to get angry, he resentfully pushed the man in front of him away and got up.

"Wife—"

Huo Jinyao looked at her sadly behind her.

"To shut up."

Su Qingsang glared at him angrily, not forgetting to wrap herself in a sheet.

Huo Jinyao touched his jaw, admiring the angry look on Su Qingsang's face.

"Wife, you don't need to cover it. I haven't seen any part of your body."

"Shut up," he added.

"My wife is so beautiful. She looks so good even when she's angry." The eyes are very angry and look very smart.

"Huo Jinyao—"

Su Qingsang couldn't help but glared at him again, but his face turned red. The burning heat continued until she entered the bathroom.

Don't care, don't care. That's what this man is like, glib and glib.

She doesn't take it seriously.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Su Qingsang was stunned by the figure inside.

His eyes were full of autumn waves, his cheeks were red, and his whole person showed a full female eyebrow. This woman, is she?

Two more. . continue tomorrow