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Chapter 216

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Everyone looked at each other, and the younger generation fell silent.

Huo Mingguang looked at his father helplessly. "Dad, what are you talking about? Who would dare to do anything to her? Didn't you see Jinyao protecting her? "

"That's what he should do. Shouldn't a man protect his wife? If he can't even protect his wife, what can he do? "

After saying this, Old Master Huo got up and prepared to go upstairs to rest. Before leaving, he glanced at Liu Tongjia.

"Tongjia, I know you want Ruoli to marry Jinyao. But now they're married. You should stop thinking about it. You're too stubborn about some things, so I won't try to persuade you. But Jinyao is your son, after all. You're not at the point where you can't get along with him. "

It was the first time Liu Tongjia had been humiliated by Old Master Huo like this.

Huo Mingguang looked at his wife's face and wanted to say something, but stopped.

The other two families had different expressions, but without exception, they all looked like they were watching a good show.

Su Qingsang and Huo Jinyao didn't know any of this.

Rong City was in the north, and it was already very cold. The coldness here was different from the coldness in the south.

As soon as Su Qingsang walked out of the door, she staggered because of the cold wind. Huo Jinyao helped her up with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you so scared that your legs are weak? "

"Who's scared?" Su Qingsang steadied herself and looked at her feet. "See? There are steps. I didn't notice. "

"Yes." Huo Jinyao reached out to hold her hand. "I thought that you'd just calmed down and your legs went soft after you calmed down."

"You're the one who's weak." She was someone who dared to dissect a corpse. How could something like this make her legs weak?

Huo Jinyao put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Okay, my wife is beautiful and bold. I'm so lucky to marry you. "

Su Qingsang couldn't stand it anymore. "Stop fooling around."

"Come on, I'll take you to play. Where do you want to go? "

"Anywhere. I'm not familiar with this place."

"Rong City used to be quite prosperous. There's an ancient city here, not far from here. I'll take you there. What do you think? "

"You decide."

Since it was his territory, they would naturally listen to him.

Huo Jinyao took her to the car, and they went to the famous ancient city of Rong City.

The ancient city was built in the Ming Dynasty. It had been preserved very well.

Su Qingsang liked this kind of place. He felt that it was a little interesting. It wasn't small, but the two of them walked around for an entire afternoon.

After they came out, Huo Jinyao said he would take her to dinner.

Su Qingsang said that she wanted to eat the local specialties of Rong City. In fact, the food in Su Qingsang's city was quite spicy, but the people here didn't eat spicy food.

But it was good to eat it occasionally.

After dinner, it got dark. Su Qingsang thought that Huo Jinyao would take her home, but she didn't expect him to say that he had already made arrangements.

She followed him, and the two of them strolled around the night market. Although it wasn't as lively as the South, it still had a unique flavor.

Seeing that it was almost nine o 'clock, Su Qingsang thought that they would be going home soon. However, Huo Jinyao brought her here again.

He looked up at the signboard. It should be a clubhouse.

Huo Jinyao led her into the door, upstairs, and into the elevator. Someone led the way in front.

Huo Jinyao squeezed her hand and said, "A few of my childhood friends knew that I was back and insisted on welcoming me. We had no choice but to go and entertain them."

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