To My Dear Mr. Huo

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Xu Ruoli looked at Su Qingsang, his eyes were faint and friendly.

Su Qingsang looked at the cup in front of her, and then looked at Huo Jinyao.

Huo Jinyao smiled at her, and when Xu Ruoli left, his voice faded a little.

"You called it wrong."

Xu Ruoli stung a bit, and Huo Jinyao added: "You are not suitable to call her a bitch."

Su Qingsang is unknown, so Xu Ruoli turned pale. She held the wine glass and did not respond for nearly half a minute.

Others in the box also looked over here, especially Xu Changlong: "Huo Jinyao. What are you talking about?"

"This is true."

Huo Jinyao's expression remained unchanged. He took a look at Xu Ruoli, the meaning of that look, he understood, Xu Ruoli also understood.

"She is younger than you. You called her name."

Xu Ruoli's fingertips holding a wine glass were pale. She half-hung her eyes and didn't speak, but didn't know what she was thinking.

Su Qingsang only felt the atmosphere was weird. But there's nothing strange about it.

She thought about it before she wanted to lift the glass in front of her, but Huo Jinyao held her hand down and gave her another glass of juice.

"You drink this."

She looked drunk, and he had seen it alone.

The meaning of care in his eyes was so obvious that Xu Ruo was not blind, and his face paled a little.

"Jin Yao, you—"

Xu Changlong's face was not very good-looking. His sister was so despised that he would stand up as soon as his legs moved. Was held down by Wan Xianyang.

He glanced at him and shook his head silently at him. Xu Changlong sat back again.

Tang Mohan didn't move a few, Li Wanyu and Tang Manlu didn't dare to speak easily.

"It doesn't matter what you drink. What's important is my mind."

Xu Ruoli reluctantly retrieved his senses, raised his glass, and gestured to Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang picked up the juice and nodded to Ji Dongli.

Xu Ruoli and Huo Jinyao went to clink, he touched it slightly, and quickly withdrew. Take a casual sip and let it go.

His attitude made Xu Ruoli's complexion paler and paler.

Su Qingsang held the juice glass in her hand, only to find it a little weird.

"Come here, what are you holding?"

Cheng Xianyun looked at the atmosphere in the box and stood up first: "Well out, let's be happy."

"Sister-in-law, come and sing. You just said you wouldn't drink, this song is still to be sung."

Su Qingsang lowered the cup and smiled a little: "I can't sing well, you laughed."

"What did Xunzi say? He's not a singer."

Cheng Xianyun smiled and handed the microphone to Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang glanced at the screen, and the number of times she played out was countless. There are very few songs that can sing.

However, when I was at school, a roommate liked Faye Wong particularly. Every day, she will follow a few songs.

"Not yet feeling well, the tenderness of snowflakes flying--"

Su Qingsang's throat is actually not crisp, but her voice is a bit low, and singing such a song is unexpectedly pleasant.

Huo Jinyao looked at her, only feeling that he had never seen Su Qingsang like this, and could not help but reached out to shake her hand.

Su Qingsang just sang "Sometimes, sometimes, I would rather choose to stay in love than let go", feeling the temperature of his hand, she turned her face and smiled at him.

Huo Jinyao squeezed her palm and praised her with her eyes for singing well.

Su Qingsang's face turned red for a moment. Where can I sing well? It's clearly ordinary. This is how he gave face, but Su Qingsang's heart was very ironed.