To My Dear Mr. Huo

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

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

Huo Jinyao smiled at her, and when he looked at Xu Ruoli again, his voice faded a bit.

"You called it wrong."

Xu Ruoli was stunned for a moment, and Huo Jinyao added: "It's not suitable for you to call her sister-in-law."

Su Qingsang didn't understand why, but Xu Ruoli's face turned pale. She was holding the wine glass and didn't react for nearly half a minute.

The rest of the box also looked over, especially Xu Changlong: "Huo Jinyao, what are you talking about?"

"This is true."

Huo Jinyao's expression remained unchanged, and he glanced at Xu Ruoli. He understood the meaning of that look, and so did Xu Ruoli.

"She's younger than you, and you called her by her name."

Xu Ruoli's fingertips holding the wine glass were pale, her eyes were half downcast, she didn't speak, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

Su Qingsang only felt that the atmosphere was a little weird. But I can't tell where it's strange.

She thought for a while before she wanted to pick up the glass in front of her, but Huo Jinyao held her hand down and gave her another glass of juice.

"You drink this."

It's good for him to see her drunk appearance alone.

The meaning of mutual protection in his eyes was so obvious, Xu Ruoli was not blind, and his face paled a little.

"Jin Yao, you—"

Xu Changlong's face was not very pretty either. His sister was so slighted that he had to stand up at the slightest movement of his legs. Wan Xianyang held him down.

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

Tang Mohan didn't move for a while, Li Wanyu and Tang Manlu didn't dare to speak easily when they wanted to talk.

"It doesn't matter what I drink, what matters is my mind."

Xu Ruoli managed to regain her senses, raised her wine glass, and signaled to Su Qingsang.

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

Xu Ruoli went to clink glasses with Huo Jinyao, he touched them lightly, and quickly took them back. He casually took a sip and put it down.

His attitude made Xu Ruoli's already calm face turn paler.

Holding the juice glass in her hand, Su Qingsang felt a little weird.

"Come, come, what are you staring at?"

Cheng Xianyun looked at the atmosphere in the box, and stood up first: "Come out and play, please be happy, everyone."

"Little sister-in-law, come and sing. You said just now that you don't want to drink, but you still have to sing this song."

Su Qingsang put down the cup and smiled a little shyly: "I can't sing well, you will laugh at me."

"Sister-in-law, what are you talking about? She's not a singer."

Cheng Xianyun smiled and handed the microphone to Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang glanced at the screen, the number of times she came out to play was very few. There are very few songs that can be sung.

But when I was in school, a roommate liked Faye Wong very much. Play it every day, and she will follow along with a few songs.

"I haven't felt it well yet, the gentleness of the snowflakes dancing—"

Su Qingsang's voice is actually not clear, it's just a little low, singing such a song is surprisingly good.

Looking at her, Huo Jinyao felt that he had never seen Su Qingsang like this before, so he couldn't help but reached out to shake her hand.

Su Qingsang just sang "Sometimes, sometimes, I'd rather choose not to let go." Feeling the warmth of his hand, she turned her face and smiled at him.

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

Su Qingsang's face turned red for a moment. Where can I sing well? Obviously it's just normal. It's just him giving face like this, but Su Qingsang's heart is very warm.

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