To My Dear Mr. Huo

The atmosphere in the air was a bit stagnant, Su Chenghui didn't speak, and the others were also silent.

Xiang Caiping frowned, looked at the ingredients in the pot, and finally picked up a piece of meat and put it into Su Qingsang's bowl.

"Have a meal."

"Thank you, Mom." Su Qingsang twitched the corners of her mouth, knowing that Xiang Caiping was a little annoyed why Su Chenghui came here at this time.

"Dad, you can eat too." Xiang Caiping could ignore Su Chenghui, but Su Qingsang could not.

"I don't know if you're used to it. If you don't like spicy food, you can eat the clear soup here."

Su Qingsang knew that Su Chenghui's family ate relatively light food.

"good."

Su Chenghui was not polite either. After Sister Lu brought him a bowl, he started eating.

Shi Mengwan was a little cautious at first, after all, she was also a little afraid of Su Chenghui. But thinking about today's task, and looking at Xiang Caiping's cold and unhappy face, she can only bite the bullet and continue to play the role of pistachio.

"Auntie, you eat this. Qingsang also likes it very much."

Shi Mengwan picked up a shrimp dumpling for Xiang Caiping.

"Really?" Xiang Caiping is still getting along with Su Qingsang these days, and she also wants to work hard to know what Su Qingsang likes to eat: "Did you often eat hot pot before?"

"Yeah. Especially when it's cold."

Shi Mengwan glanced at Su Qingsang when she was talking: "Auntie, you don't know. Qingsang's postgraduate entrance examination was hard work. Every day when I read, I saw that it was one or two o'clock in the morning. I forgot to eat dinner a few times, it was me What about the food for her?"

"You are so kind to Qingsang."

When talking to Caiping, she glanced at Qingsang: "No matter how much you think about your studies, your body is the most important thing. You can't do this in the future."

"Mom, I didn't. You heard her exaggerate." Su Qingsang glanced at Shi Mengwan, "Why didn't you say that when you started drawing the picture, you didn't care, and you were still drawing at three or four in the morning?" ?”

"That's right. I couldn't eat three meals a day, so you gave me food to keep me from starving to death."

Shi Mengwan also recalled the past, and looked at Xiang Caiping: "Auntie, you don't know, it's actually Qingsang who takes care of me more. After all, my life is turned upside down more than her."

"You are all good boys."

"It's not that exaggerated." Su Qingsang felt Huo Jinyao's gaze, and explained lightly: "Actually, we lived together during that time. We just took care of each other."

"That's right, Auntie, I used to live in the room you are living in now."

Later, Shi Mengwan's studio was chosen far away and she made money again, so she moved out. But when I have nothing to do, I will come back to live for two days.

It wasn't until Su Qingsang got married that he came here less often.

"Come to live next time, as long as you don't dislike Auntie."

"Auntie, what are you talking about? How could I despise you?" Shi Mengwan fisted, "Qing Sang is just like my sister, and her mother is my mother."

With Shi Mengwan present, the dining atmosphere was the same as before.

Su Chenghui didn't speak all the time, he sat there, listening to other people talking about his daughter's interesting stories.

It wasn't the first time he saw this daughter, but it was the first time he looked at this daughter so seriously.

Before he knew it, before he realized it, Su Qingsang had grown from a child to a girl.

Her smile was not as gorgeous as Su Peizhen's, but it was extremely gentle. His eyebrows and eyes are curved, as if he can see the shadow of himself when he was young.

In fact, Su Qingsang and Su Yuxin both looked like him, with similar eyebrows and cheeks.

Third watch. . . Ask for a recommendation ticket. It hasn't been working out lately. You dominate me. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.