To My Dear Mr. Huo

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When he returned home, Huo Jinyao had not yet woken up. Yang Wenchang saw her with some floating eyes and a guilty conscience.

Su Qingsang did not understand what that look meant until he saw Huo Jinyao's hand. The drip is done, but Yang Wenchang may not be too skilled, and when he pulled the needle, he accidentally had some blood.

Huo Jinyao had blood stains on the back of his hand. Su Qingsang glanced at him, but he couldn't say anything wrong.

To blame is also to blame herself, in order to question Liu Tongjia, Huo Jinyao was left here.

"Go back, I will take care of him."

"Okay." Yang Wenchang nodded. After thinking about it, he decided to tell Su Qingsang, "General Manager Huo just woke up a moment ago but fell asleep again."

"It doesn't matter. He will fall asleep because of an injection. He will wake up later."

Yang Wenchang was finally relieved, how to say Su Qingsang is also a doctor. She would take good care of Huo Jinyao when she came.

Su Qingsang just ate something casually at night, and there was her stewed porridge on the casserole. The stew is already delicious. But Huo Jinyao has not been awake.

She also did not expect that a person who looked so healthy would be overwhelmed by a cold.

After the jade was packed, Su Qingsang asked her to go back first.

She looked at Huo Jinyao, holding a notebook and guarding him beside him.

Thinking of what Liu Tongjia said before, she searched the Internet for the old case that year. But I don't know if it was hidden by people, Su Qingsang didn't find anything.

Also, a decade ago, the Internet was not as developed as it is now.

When she was still wondering if she could pick a time to ask Father Huo, Huo Jinyao woke up.

Su Qingsang heard the movement and quickly got up. Huo Jinyao opened her eyes and saw her.

"old--"

"Do not talk."

He had slept for a day, and Su Qingsang poured a cup of warm water and helped him up first to let him drink most of it.

Huo Jinyao's face was much better with a cup of warm water.

"Wife?"

"You have a cold." Su Qingsang looked at Huo Jinyao, and his voice was not strange: "It's not summer yet, just wash the cold water, do you want to get sick yourself?

Huo Jinyao thought of the email she had seen before, and looked at her with a smile, but did not speak.

Su Qingsang knew that he was in a bad mood and did not continue to ask. Raised his hand on Huo Jinyao's forehead: "It looks like it's not burning anymore. But the medicine still has to be taken."

"Wait a minute, I cooked the porridge. You're sick. Drink some porridge first. Then take the medicine."

"it is good."

Huo Jinyao had no opinion, watched her go out, and soon came in again, carrying porridge in her hand.

"If you feel too light, you can't help it." Su Qingsang set the tray aside and raised the bowl of porridge: "Who made you sick? You can only eat this."

"You did."

"Well." Su Qingsang nodded and glared at Huo Jinyao with a tone of tune, "Don't let it go."

"How could it be." Huo Jinyao's voice was a bit dumb, and he did not forget the sweet words: "The porridge cooked by my wife is the best in the world."

Su Qingsang glared at him with a quizzical look.

Blow the porridge gently and put it on his lips. Huo Jinyao enjoyed his wife's care and looked at her with tenderness.

Su Qingsang feeds slowly, but is very organized and looks very skilled.

Huo Jinyao met her with a smile on her eyes, "Well skilled."

"Yeah. It's not like that."

When Su Qingsang said this, he stunned the feeding of porridge. She would be so proficient because of Xiang Caiping.

At that time, Xiang Caiping had hurt her waist. Although there were nursing workers during the hospital stay, most of them were taking care of her.

But who would have thought that Xiang Caiping was not her biological mother. The last time the two met was so unpleasant.

Xiang Caiping didn't understand her, and she couldn't bring up the courage to ask Xiang Caiping how well she was.

She can think of Huo Jinyao.

"Do you miss Auntie?"

Xiang Caiping is a good person, Huo Jinyao has never denied this. If she was really Su Qingsang's mother, it would be nice.

"If you want to see her, I can arrange it for you."

Su Qingsang's lips were tight, and she finally shook her head. Without saying anything, he put the last congee into Huo Jinyao's mouth.

"one more bowl?"

"it is good."

Su Qingsang got up to serve the porridge, but she really wanted to see Xiang Caiping. But what about meeting?

Either Xiang Caiping or she, neither of them could go back. It is impossible to be as close to mother and daughter as before.

The scene of the last meeting was like a break, and Su Qingsang was afraid to look at Cai Ping. During this time she will also think of Xiang Caiping.

When I went to Linshi last time, I still wanted to find her, but then one was that time was tight, and the other was that she really didn't know what to see, so she had to give up.

Looking down, maybe next time you have a chance, you can glance at it secretly. She didn't bother her, just a glance.

Huo Jinyao drank another bowl of porridge, and Su Qing gave him medicine for the sauna.

He was still not in good spirits and his face was a little pale.

Su Qingsang returned to the room after packing, thinking of Liu Tongjia's words, how can not believe that the person in Liu Tongjia's mouth was Huo Jinyao.

"Jin Yao."

She wanted to ask him what was going on in the kidnapping case that year. She wanted to ask him if he remembered what happened then.

She wanted to ask him how his brother and sister died. Did he really kill him?

But now looking at Huo Jinyao with a weak expression, she could not ask a word.

"Yep?"

Su Qingsang said nothing, and took out the thermometer: "Take the temperature again to see if the fever is gone."

"Should you retreat?"

"Don't bother. Only count."

He motioned for the thermometer to be clamped, and Su Qingsang sat down beside him and looked at him.

"Are you still having a headache?"

"It doesn't hurt." Huo Jinyao added: "It didn't hurt at all. It was a bit stiff."

"Sleeping for a day, can you say it's not stiff?"

Su Qingsang looked at him, but he still couldn't hold back: "You too, such a big person. Why run into the shower? Do you think you are superman?"

Huo Jinyao smiled slightly, and did not say what was the reason for the cold shower.

Su Qingsang wanted to ask a few times, but stopped talking because of his expression.

"what happened?"

Huo Jinyao seemed to discover that Su Qingsang was wrong: "Relax, I'm in good health. This time it was an accident."

Su Qingsang once felt that he could not understand Huo Jinyao. He always has some emotions hidden in his heart.

But now she suddenly felt that she could understand him a little bit.

He was clearly sick and leaned halfway to the bed. Is it painful in my heart? He was hurt by Liu Tongjia and was misunderstood by his own mother.

But he could hide everything with such strong and deep eyes as if nothing had happened.

Her heart felt it again, for a moment, she twitched slightly, and the pain made her somewhat unbearable.

She sat on the bed, stepped forward, and kissed Huo Jinyao's lips.

Her behavior surprised him, but she quickly pulled her body apart.

"I'm sick." Don't pass it on to her.

"Relax. It's okay." Su Qingsang's lips slightly raised: "My body is very good."

She wanted to kiss him again, and Huo Jinyao held her shoulder: "Are you still a doctor? What's wrong? Isn't there any medical knowledge?"

Su Qingsang looked at Huo Jinyao. Because of his illness, his lip color was darker than usual.

He had a clear disapproval in her eyes. She smiled: "Yeah. I'm a doctor. But I'm still your wife now."

Putting his hands on his shoulders, Su Qingsang slowly approached him: "Maybe, you passed me the cold, how about you?"

Huo Jinyao gave her a half-joking look, and took her into her arms with a thermometer-free hand.

He pressed her head against his arms, his jaw against her hair.

"You are my wife and I am your husband. What should I do? I don't want you to catch a cold."

Gently kissed her hair top: "If you really want me to kiss you so much, well, you can wait for me to get better."

The man was out of control again. Su Qingsang patted him gently on his arm.

"Be careful, don't touch the thermometer."

Huo Jinyao's words made Su Qingsang look back, and she stepped back. She looked at the time and took out the thermometer for him.

"Thirty-eight degrees, it's still a bit burnt. You take a rest early. Get a good night's sleep. It should be completely gone tomorrow."

"Well, thank you Dr. Su, Dr. Su worked hard."

Huo Jinyao said with a dumb voice, and Su Qingsang tore off the pillow he leaned on: "Sleep. I'm not honest when I'm sick."

"Wife. Why am I not honest?"

Huo Jinyao said this, but he still lay down quite honestly. The relationship between yawning and taking medicine will make me want to sleep more than usual.

"Aren't you sleeping?"

"I take a bath." Su Qingsang helped him cover the quilt: "You go to bed first, I'll come right away."

When Su Qingsang took a good shower, Huo Jinyao fell asleep early. She looked at his sleeping face, and couldn't ask the question about the kidnapping case that year.

She didn't sleep well tonight. He woke up from time to time to glance at Huo Jinyao, and found that he was sleeping very deeply and didn't seem to have nightmares, so he was relieved.

Huo Jinyao was young and healthy. When Su Qingsang got up the next morning, he was mostly recovered.

This will be standing outside holding the coat and going outside.

"You're going to work?" Su Qingsang sat up quickly, disapproving: "You are still weak now, so you need to rest more."

"It's okay." Huo Jinyao shook his head: "The company has a lot of things, and I don't take a long break."

Su Qingsang looked at his face and stopped talking. In the end, he felt helpless: "Then you don't drive, I will take you. Then you call me when I get off work, and I will pick you up."

Huo Jinyao did not object this time: "Dr. Su is a driver for me. It is my pleasure."

Seeing that he was getting poor again, Su Qingsang really believed that he was fine.

Looking closely at Huo Jinyao's eyes, there was no pain and discomfort at all that night.

Su Qingsang had a headache, and he hid his emotions again. Realizing this, her heart hurt dullly.

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The following words are free. free. free. The important thing is said three times. (Because the author has something to say that he can't put down 500 words)

A little off topic: I found that some mothers who do n’t understand Huo Huo ’s behavior say that she ’s crazy or something, I ’ll tell you the truth. There was a family who died as a brother to save his sister. Then the mother, who hasn't liked that daughter ever since. All are biological. It doesn't mean to be patriarchal, but it's this daughter who killed her son. When I wrote this story, I was inspired by the news.

In fact, if a person enters a misunderstanding, it is difficult to come out.

Like Huo Huo's mother, she lost her two children all at once. These two children also think of Huo Jinyao (at least in her mind, she thinks so), so they can't think about it and go to extremes. There are reasons for this. Go and see Zhang Shaohan's mother, and see Anita Mui's mother. What did Zhang Shaohan and Mei Gu do wrong? But what did their mother do to them? One framed her daughter to take drugs, and one even put out her underwear for auction after her daughter died.

I really can't understand these two superb moms. Why are there such parents. But in fact there are such people in this world.

This world does not mean that there is a blood relationship, we will certainly forgive all the mistakes made by the other party. A classmate of my husband, his father derailed and hurt his mother. Until now, this classmate would not forgive his father. Never called his father for two or three years. When they meet, they don't talk. He turned away when he saw his dad. Not willing to stay at home. This is just derailment. The other party is still my own. They are so unwilling to let go and cannot be forgiven.

how to say? Something like hurt from a loved one, some people think about it, some people don't think about it. Think of it, just laugh it. Unthinkable, maybe it will take a lifetime.

Life is sometimes more cruel than fiction. Of course, I hope everyone is safe and smooth. Life is easy!