To My Dear Mr. Huo

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Su Qingsang actually felt a little restless in her sleep. She had been dreaming all night. Dreams are all about childhood.

She couldn't remember how old she was. Anyway, when she saw Su Pei's mother Li Qianxue, she was very envious.

So one day, while sitting on the sofa holding Li Qianxue, she walked forward with her short legs and called her: "Mom."

But this sound was like a bomb. Li Qianxue, who had half-closed eyes resting, suddenly widened her eyes.

That harsh look brushed her face politely: "Who is your mother? Who is your mother?"

Su Qingsang has never seen Li Qianxue look like that. She was frightened for a while, her body shrank and didn't dare to move.

At this time, Su Pei was really good to come in, she heard it, and rushed towards her was a heavy hand, pushing her away.

"Get off. You mean girl. This is my mother, not your mother."

Su Qingsang was pushed to the ground, Su Pei really felt not enough, two steps forward, staring at her with a high toe.

"You are just an illegitimate daughter who no one wants. My mother made you feel sorry for you to stay at home. You better know your identity. This is my mother, not your mother.

Su Qingsang was frightened, watching the mother and daughter grow up, and never called her mother again.

Later, Su Yuxin was born. Li Qianxue and her three sons often sat in the garden during their free time. Su Peizhen was holding the book and watching, Li Qianxue coaxed Su Yuxin.

That picture is as beautiful as a painting, and she is not the one in the painting.

When she was young, she had a longing for her mother, and because it didn't melt into the painting, it slowly disappeared.

"Wife? Wife?"

Huo Jinyao woke up halfway through sleep, and the people around him seemed to be sleeping uneasily. He turned on the bedside lamp and suddenly found that Su Qingsang was crying.

Where can he sleep? Immediately woke up: "Wife? Wake up."

Su Qingsang slowly opened her eyes, and for a moment thought that she was in a dream, staring at Huo Jinyao.

"Wife, what's wrong with you?"

Huo Jinyao nodded Su Qingsang so long together, almost never saw her cry. The last time Zhang Mei did not count, it was the first time she cried while sleeping like this.

Su Qingsang woke up to Huo Jinyao's eyes slowly.

She blinked and shook her head: "I'm fine, I just dream."

"What dream?" Huo Jinyao asked, not seeing her, and tightened her waist: "Dream is fake. Don't take it to heart."

Su Qingsang held his chest, thinking about his dream, and chuckled: "Forget it. It's not worth taking it to heart."

Huo Jinyao knew she didn't want to say, and pecked on her face: "Then sleep, it's early."

"Well." Su Qingsang turned over, looking for a comfortable posture in his arms, and closed his eyes.

When Huo Jinyao thought she was going to sleep, she suddenly heard Su Qingsang's voice, very light.

"Actually, she's my mother and it's good. It's really good."

"I want a mother for a long time."

"Huo Jinyao, I can believe--"

The words behind her didn't go on, but Huo Jinyao knew what she didn't finish.

Looking at her sleeping face, there was a slight pain in her heart. The hand on her waist tightened a bit, leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

Su Qingsang almost stumbled to sleep, kissed by him, and frowned again. But only once, turned over and continued to sleep.

She had become accustomed to his embrace and would not easily wake up, Huo Jinyao's heart softened into a puddle of water.

Kissing her hair again, and then holding her asleep.