To My Dear Mr. Huo

Chapter 81 - Do you think She Did it on Purpose



Chapter 81: Do you think She Did it on Purpose

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Qiu Junjiao repeated what had happened that night.

She noticed Qiu Yanbo’s inquisitive expression and asked, “Brother, Do you think Su Qingsang did it on purpose?”

Could she be purposefully keeping people in the dark about her husband’s identity? She didn’t think that it was possible. If Huo Jinyao’s identity really was impressive, then how could he have taken a liking to Su Qingsang?

He Xuanyao was so much better looking than Su Qingsang, right? Her family background and other aspects of her personality were also better than Su Qingsang’s.

Qiu Yanbo paid no attention to his sister’s words. He was remembering the questions that Grandpa Qiu and Grandpa Li had had.

He Xuanyao was from Rong City and Huo Jinyao said that he had nothing to do with the Huo family in Rong City.

If Huo Jinyao really was from the Huo family, then why had he appeared in Lin City so suddenly?

“Brother...” Qiu Junjiao said a few more things, but Qiu Yanbo didn’t have the focus to pay attention to her.

He glanced at Qiu Junjiao and said, “Junjiao, listen to me. Stay away from Su Qingsang next time you come across her.”

“Why?”

Qiu Junjiao didn’t like to hear this. She was good friends with Su Peizhen and, even though Su Peizhen had never mentioned anything about going against Su Qingsang, it was still satisfying to poke fun at her.

“Nothing. Just don’t look into this situation anymore.”

Having said this, Qiu Yanbo rushed out the door.

...

Su Qingsang’s back was sore when she opened her eyes.

She flipped over and saw Huo Jinyao’s glowing face. It had already been more than a few days and she still wasn’t used to it.

She had to work today and she had begged Huo Jinyao to just let her sleep last night.

This guys was shameless and had said they would just go one. Was his “once” the normal “once,” though?

“Good morning, wife.”

Huo Jinyao had woken up early and was already back from doing his morning exercise. He had just finished showering and his whole body felt refreshed. The smell of soap was still lingering on him..

Su Qingsang ignored him. Her back was sore and her body didn’t feel too good. Had this dude not touched women for eight hundred years before their marriage?

“Wife...” Huo Jinyao didn’t seem to care about her cold expression and kissed her on her cheek.

“How come you don’t say good morning to me?”

Su Qingsang’s eyebrows jumped up. She was starting to ignore his tendencies.

“Wife...” Huo Jinyao saw that she was about to get up and hurriedly pushed her down with his body. “You still haven’t said good morning to me.”

“Good morning. Can you get off me now?”

Su Qingsang’s voice was a bit hoarse but, in Huo Jinyao’s ears, he thought it sounded sexy.

“I can’t.” Huo Jinyao continued. “You haven’t given me a good morning kiss yet.”

Su Qingsang couldn’t stand it anymore and roughly pushed him away. She couldn’t control her anger anymore and got up.

“Wife...”

Huo Jinyao stared at her pitifully from behind.

“Shut up.”

Su Qingsang glared at him and then wrapped herself up in the blankets.

Huo Jinyao stroked his chin and admired Su Qingsang’s angry expression.

“Wife, you actually don’t need to cover up. There isn’t a part of your body that I haven’t seen.”

“Shut up.” How could he dare to say that, she thought.

“My wife is so pretty. Even your angry face is pretty.” Her eyes flared angrily.

“Huo Jinyao...”

Su Qingsang wanted to glare at him angrily again but, instead, she blushed. The heat on her face stayed until she got into the shower.

Don’t care about it, don’t care about it. This guy is just like this. He’s good with words. I don’t want to take him seriously, she thought.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was startled by the reflection of the woman looking back at her.

Her eyes were soft, her cheeks were red, and she looked so feminine. Was this woman really her?


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