To My Dear Mr. Huo

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The weather in Lin is getting colder. Of course not as cold as Rongcheng.

Xiang Caiping was wearing a woolen coat, which seemed to be a little afraid of cold. There are fine lines in the corners of her eyes.

When she was puzzled by Shang Suqingsang's eyes, she rubbed her hands. Seems to be a little embarrassed.

Seeing her like this, Su Qingsang didn't rush to say: "Auntie, if you don't want to talk now, eat first. Let's talk after dinner."

She may not be in a hurry to ask what the other party may be having difficulty with.

Xiang Caiping did not expect Su Qingsang to be so considerate, and his eyes were hot again. It can be seen that Su Qingsang's education is very good.

Somehow she was relieved. That person seemed to take care of Su Qingsang.

The meals were served soon, and Su Qingsang found that the other party hardly ate meat, but only vegetables.

She didn't ask much. The two had a quiet meal. During this period, Su Qingsang thought of sending Huo Jinyao a message to tell him, but later felt that she could handle this kind of thing, and it was unnecessary.

After eating, it's too late. Su Qingsang looked around for about 20 minutes before she went to work.

"Auntie, can you say anything first? I will be at work later."

Xiang Caiping just lowered her bowl and shook her hand when she heard Su Qingsang's words.

Seems to be determined. Xiang Caiping stared at Su Qingsang's face softly.

"I know your name is Su Qingsang, and he is 25 years old. Your birthday is on December 26, the day after Christmas. Your father is Su Chenghui, you—"

Su Qingsang's complexion gradually changed with her words, and she stared at Xiang Caiping with some precautions: "What do you want to say. Why do you know these?"

These things are not secrets, you will understand after a little investigation, but why does Xiang Caiping investigate these?

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. I'm really not a bad person." Xiang Caiping waved her hands, and there seemed to be a rush of eagerness on her wrinkled face: "I, Qingsang, me, I'm your mother."

Su Qingsang also planned to pick up the cell phone, and the palm phone fell into the bag again.

She glared at the woman in front of her eyes, her eyes full of doubt and precaution: "What did you say?"

"I, I am really your mother. I also know that you were born at nine in the morning. When you were born, it was six pounds and two pounds. You—"

"Stop." Su Qingsang raised her hand, she blinked, trying to calm down the message she had just received: "You said, I am your daughter? Are you my mother?"

"Yes."

"Then you mean, you and my dad, that is, Su Chenghui, you--"

She didn't know how to say it later, but the situation in front of her was obviously unexpected.

"Yes. I used to be Su Chenghui's lover."

Xiang Caiping gave Su Qingsang a positive answer, but Su Qingsang couldn't believe it.

She couldn't help but looked at Xiang Caiping again. She looked around fifty, had fine lines around her eyes, and her face was yellowing. Hair was a little gray.

Even so, it can still be seen from her features that she should not be bad when young.

But Su Qingsang couldn't help her so easily.

One is that she couldn't find anything similar to herself in her. The second is that she really can't believe that the woman in front of her will be the third child Su Chenghui once was.

Yes, Su Chenghui is married to Li Qianxue. Su Peizhen was born earlier than her. The woman in front of her could only be the third between Su Chenghui and Li Qianxue.

"What evidence do you have to prove that you are my mother?"