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Chapter 27

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At that time, she was still young and didn't really understand what an illegitimate daughter was.

"Su Qingsang, aren't you going to return it?"

"No, I picked it up. It's mine."

Su Peizhen had her stubbornness, and she also had her own. She had always been alone, and this doll accompanied her so that she wouldn't be alone. She didn't want to return it to her.

"Just you wait."

Su Peizhen left at that time and didn't ask her for it again. She thought that this matter would be over.

However, that day when she came back from kindergarten, the first doll in her life, which had accompanied her for a month, was cut into pieces.

The clothes on its body were all in pieces. Its limbs were removed, and the doll's head was twisted off.

What was even more terrifying was that it was covered with red paint, looking like the doll's blood.

The "blood" dyed her bed sheets red. Su Qingsang, who was only five years old, was frightened.

"Hah –"

Su Qingsang sat up and looked at the dark room in front of her, gasping for breath.

She patted her chest and wanted to get out of bed to pour herself a glass of water. The bedside lamp was turned on first.

"Are you okay?"

The sudden voice startled Su Qingsang. She quickly stepped back, and this movement almost made her fall under the bed.

Fortunately, there was a hand on her waist that held her faster and didn't let her fall.

"What's wrong?"

Huo Jinyao's enlarged face brought her back to reality. Looking at her familiar room, it seemed that it was only at this moment that she once again realized that she was married.

Yes, she was married. The groom was this man who seemed to have nothing good except for his handsome appearance.

Shaking her head, she pushed his hand away.

"Are you okay?"

Huo Jinyao asked again. Su Qingsang couldn't say it. She shook her head and wanted to get out of bed. Huo Jinyao was one step faster than her.

He got out of bed and poured her a glass of warm water, then put it in her hand. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? "

Su Qingsang glanced at him. She took the water from his hand and didn't say anything. As the warm water entered her throat, she felt better than before.

In fact, she hadn't dreamed of that doll for a long time. In fact, she had benefited from the doll incident.

After that, Su Chenghui seemed to have finally shown kindness. Every time he bought toys for Su Peizhen, he would buy one for her as well.

Although the toys given to her were nothing compared to those given to Su Peizhen. But she also began to have her own toys.

It was just that those toys that truly belonged to her didn't end up well.

Su Qingsang's face turned green again as she recalled certain scenes from the past. She really wasn't a person who liked to reminisce.

"What did you dream about?"

Huo Jinyao asked again. Only then did Su Qingsang turn her attention to the man.

Last night, the two of them went to eat together. After this man came back, he began to act shamelessly again.

When she finished her thesis and was about to go to bed, she realized that her bed had been taken by Huo Jinyao.

She did try to get this man to sleep in the guest room outside, but Huo Jinyao wouldn't let her.

"We're married. We're husband and wife. Of course, we have to sleep together."

Su Qingsang couldn't control him at all. Fortunately, other than hugging her to sleep like he did yesterday, he didn't do anything more excessive. Otherwise, she might not be able to help herself and hit him.

"Dreams are all opposite." Seeing that she didn't speak, Huo Jinyao took the empty glass from her hand and put it aside.

He carefully looked at her face. The concern on his face didn't seem to be fake.

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