To My Dear Mr. Huo

"I have something to do, sorry."

I don't want to face Qiu Yanbo again. Su Qingsang bowed, turned around and went to his box.

Qiu Yanbo narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to catch up with his footsteps, but stopped when he saw another person coming out of the box.

"Why did it take so long?"

As soon as Su Qingsang entered the door, he was teased.

"It must be a phone call from my husband. Tsk. This newlyweds are just crooked. They see each other every day, and they are so sticky."

"It's not. Looking at these young people, we are really envious."

Su Qingsang blushed, looking at these people and felt very uncomfortable.

Zuo Hongchen looked at the red cloud that hadn't retreated on her face, only to feel that her heart was blocked.

Obviously he first met, obviously he first fell in love. But it was a step too late, how could he not be angry?

Su Qingsang didn't know what was in it. Others could see that Zuo Hongchen kept drinking from left to right after that.

In the end, all the doctors and nurses were still sober because they didn't drink much. Zuo Hongchen and Deputy Director Yang of the hospital office got drunk first.

Su Qingsang originally wanted to propose to send Zuo Hongchen home, but he didn't make the way, and other colleagues who stopped by sent him.

She dropped the other two nurses home. When she got home, Huo Jinyao had already returned.

Not only did he come back, he also took a shower and was sitting on the bed playing games with a mobile phone.

"Wife, you are back."

Throwing the phone aside, Huo Jinyao got out of bed and walked over to hug Su Qingsang.

"Have you been drinking?" Why do you smell like alcohol?

"No. Someone else drank it, and the smell got on me."

"real?"

Huo Jinyao leaned over and smelled it on her mouth.

"It smells of alcohol, but he said he didn't drink it."

"I really didn't drink."

Su Qingsang also smelled his own body: "Let me go, I'll take a bath."

Huo Jinyao stared at her little face, and suddenly leaned over and said, "I want to wash too."

"Didn't you wash it?"

"It's okay, you can wash it again."

While speaking, Huo Jinyao hugged Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang was taken aback: "You let me down."

"Don't let it go. I told you to take a shower together. Wife, we haven't showered together yet."

"Huo Jinyao." He kissed Su Qingsang's protest. The person was carried into the bathroom by him, and the next scene, of course, is not just as simple as taking a bath.

Su Qingsang is determined to resist, how can he beat Huo Jinyao? In the end, it can only be left to his mischief.

The result of the misbehavior was that when Su Qingsang came out of the bathroom, his hands and feet were soft.

Today is also a tiring day. As soon as my head touches the pillow, I feel sleepy.

Just as she was thinking of continuing to sleep, Huo Jinyao's hand had already reached out to her again.

Su Qingsang patted his hand unbearably.

"Huo Jinyao, you also give me a little bit."

"Wife." Huo Jinyao turned over and stopped her hand: "No way."

"you--"

"You're not going to work tomorrow anyway. How good?"

She doesn't go to work, but she doesn't want to spend all her time in bed, okay?

"you put--"

The phone rang suddenly, Huo Jinyao stopped for a while, he didn't want to answer the phone. But it kept ringing.

Su Qingsang took this opportunity to turn over from his arms and escape: "Aren't you going to answer the phone?"

Huo Jinyao took his mobile phone, and the number displayed on it made his face change slightly, but it was only a moment.

With a bang, Su Qingsang kissed Su Qingsang's cheek, and he took his mobile phone and went outside.

Su Qingsang was so sleepy that he was going to sleep. Seeing Huo Jinyao's appearance, she suddenly woke up.

What is this call? Why avoid yourself?

Three shifts! I would like to say continue tomorrow. . . . . cough. I'm going out. Continue the rest of the night.

small theater:

Qingsang: I always feel that you have something to hide from me.

Huo Huo: How is it possible? Of course not. (hand crossed on back)

Qingsang: What are you doing with your hands?

Huo Huo: scratch it.

Qingsang: Really? Where is it itching?

Huo Huo: Itchy.

Qingsang: Your heart grows behind? You also said that you have nothing to hide from me.

Huo Huo: Wife——

Qingsang: Stop talking. Kneeling durian tonight.

Huo Huo: Death!