To My Dear Mr. Huo

"No. I just came here too." Xiang Caiping rubbed her hands together: "I just wanted to see if you got off work."

Su Qingsang sighed inwardly: "Where is your hotel? I'll take you back."

The anticipation in Xiang Caiping's eyes suddenly dimmed, and Su Qingsang added: "I'll take you to get your luggage, and then you can come home with me."

Xiang Caiping's eyes lit up again: "Qingsang, you, you—"

"Since you are my mother, there is no reason for you to stay in a hotel. I still have a room there, but it's not too big. Don't hold it against me."

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it."

Waving to Caiping, the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

Su Qingsang didn't know what to say, so she followed Xiang Caiping to the hotel and packed her luggage. Take her home.

It's not that she has no hesitation, but the more she has doubts, the more she wants to confirm.

Xiang Caiping didn't say anything, but the eager gaze made Su Qingsang feel that he could accept her, which made her very happy.

No amount of harshness can be said at this time. He took Xiang Caiping home and settled her in the guest room.

Although there are no frequent occupants in the guest room, Shi Mengwan used to come here often. So matching quilt sheets have everything.

Su Qingsang helped Xiang Caiping spread the quilt, and Xiang Caiping stood by the side to help. But Su Qingsang let her sit down and didn't bother her to do anything.

"Qingsang, this house belongs to you—"

"My dad gave it to me." Su Qingsang explained lightly: "I got admitted to university and bought this house for me. Then I moved out."

Originally, after the banquet the day before yesterday, Huo Jinyao wanted her to move to the villa, but she thought it was too far away from work, so she refused.

Huo Jinyao didn't force it, anyway, he got used to it after living here for a few months. What's more, it's closer to his company.

After Xiang Caiping looked at the house, there was a hint of relief in his eyes: "Then he is also very good to you?"

it is good? Is it okay to buy a house? Su Qingsang didn't know how to count as a good definition, so he didn't talk about this topic: "Auntie is cooking, you probably haven't eaten dinner yet?"

"No." Xiang Caiping waved his hand: "You still invite auntie? Is it expensive to invite auntie here?"

"Huo Jinyao invited it. I don't know if it's expensive or not. I come here every day to clean up the room and make dinner."

Xiang Caiping nodded, thinking of the young man from last time: "Huo Jinyao? Is that the young man from last time? Your—"

"My husband." Su Qingsang's words sounded much more natural.

Xiang Caiping thought about the last time Huo Jinyao sent someone to deal with her sprained waist, and the car Huo Jinyao drove: "Is he rich?"

Su Qingsang froze for a moment, not expecting Caiping to ask such a question: "It's okay."

"Don't think too much about it. I don't mean anything else. I just care about you. Was he introduced to you by your father?"

"No. I found it myself."

Xiang Caiping nodded, and the two of them were speechless again. Xiang Caiping wanted to speak but dared not speak, but Su Qingsang couldn't find anything to say.

Su Qingsang also had no experience with elders. It just so happened that Huo Jinyao came back at this time, and as soon as he came back, he heard from his aunt that Su Qingsang had brought someone back.

When Su Qingsang went out with Xiang Caiping, Huo Jinyao just put down the key and saw Xiang Caiping when he looked up.

"Honey, this is—"

Huo Jinyao had a good memory, and almost immediately remembered the incident of bumping into this woman in Rongcheng.

"She—" Su Qingsang was thinking about how to explain, and the aunt just finished the meal.

"Let's eat first. Let's talk after eating."

"Okay." Huo Jinyao nodded, politely without asking further questions. But when those deep eyes looked at Xiang Caiping, they were full of scrutiny.

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