To My Dear Mr. Huo

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Caiping's expression changed again. Su Qingsang couldn't help but glanced at Huo Jinyao, what was he doing? Help her out?

Su Chenghui showed embarrassment, the wine glass in his hand was still held there, obviously he was already an old fox in the mall, but he really couldn't sit still at this meeting.

"Qing Sang, I came here in a hurry today and forgot to bring a present. I'll make it up for you next time."

He spoke uncomfortably and very slowly. In fact, he really forgot that Su Qingsang's birthday is today.

For so many years, he has already habitually ignored Su Qingsang, so how could he deliberately remember her birthday?

Xiang Caiping suddenly stood up excitedly at this moment, and grabbed Su Chenghui's arm.

Su Chenghui didn't guard against her movement, and just spilled the wine in his hand. He quickly put down his glass.

"You get out. You go. You don't stay here, I don't want you here."

She pushed Su Chenghui outside continuously. Su Chenghui looked at Xiang Caiping's face, with a bit of anxiety on his face: "Caiping, don't do this. I can explain, I can really—"

"I don't want to hear it, you go out."

For more than twenty years, someone who neglected her daughter, who didn't even know her daughter's birthday. What does she want him for?

She had long given up hope. She should have known. People are fickle. How could Su Chenghui still be the same Su Chenghui back then?

She pushed so hard that Su Chenghui was caught off guard. Pushed to the door by Xiang Caiping, she reached out to open the door and push him out, but the door opened first.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm late. I'm late. That guest is such a mess. It took me a long time to get rid of—"

Shi Mengwan apologized as soon as she opened the door, but just stood there in the middle of her sentence, looking at the situation in front of her, what kind of situation is this?

Blinking her eyes, she was still holding a box in her hand. She looked at Te Xiang Caiping, then at Su Qingsang, and asked what Su Qingsang meant with her eyes.

The corners of Huo Jinyao's lips raised slightly, he knew what was going on.

Su Qingsang looked puzzled, she really didn't understand why Xiang Caiping had an attack when she was doing well, she couldn't think of herself.

Then I saw Shi Mengwan coming, as if she had got the key to open it, she stood up abruptly: "Mengwan, are you here?"

"Yes. Happy birthday." Shi Mengwan raised the box in her hand: "Sorry, I should have come here earlier."

She spoke the last few words a little slowly, and her eyes glanced at Xiang Caiping inadvertently again: "Hello, Auntie."

Xiang Caiping was still pushing Su Chenghui's hand down, and she raised her hair uncomfortably: "Meng Wan is here? You have a heart. Come on, the food is getting cold."

"Yes, yes. I thought you wouldn't come." Su Qingsang quickly smoothed things over, and at the same time looked at Su Chenghui: "Since everyone is here, let's eat."

Huo Jinyao glanced at Su Chenghui, got up and went out for a while, then came back soon.

Several people with different thoughts sat at another table in such a weird atmosphere.

After Shi Mengwan sat down, she kept blinking at Su Qingsang, wanting to ask what was going on. Why is Su Chenghui still here?

Su Qingsang shook her head imperceptibly at her, and Shi Mengwan stopped asking.

Xiang Caiping didn't want to speak, she was plunged into a kind of great anger and disappointment. But because today is her daughter's birthday, or the first birthday she celebrated with her daughter, she had to pull herself together.

One more.