Madam is a Superstar

the next day,

On the top floor of the high-end residential area, the clear smell of wine permeated the air. The house that had been empty for several days finally welcomed back its owner.

"Honey, do grandma and grandpa know that the local duck they raise sells for 10,000 yuan?"

Not long after the phone was turned on, Xu Shen's phone bombarded him, and he was full of resentment.

Along with the sound of chewing and pouring beer, the long-lasting aroma of wine enters the throat,

Under the thin and lingering smoke, long legs crossed wantonly, wearing a bathrobe just after taking a bath,

The wavy hair was still stained with water vapor, and Song Qing, who was dressed in a lazy and undisciplined manner, raised her red lips and snorted lightly.

"Why, don't you eat very delicious?"

He choked for a while, and then there was the sound of several sips of cold beer being poured,

"Baby, I see that you and your husband, the overlord of the capital, are getting along very well, are you really stuck?"

It's not that he can't see the baby is good, he doesn't know what kind of temperament she is after knowing her for so many years,

It looks like a flaming red rose that is tender and ready to drip, attracting people to pick it up so close,

In fact, the only thing that can be done is to be stabbed with a poisonous hand. When you feel that she is a monster and wild, you want to conquer her.

If you are lucky enough to go further, you will find that her heart is simply the ice that never melts in the North Pole.

The baby is really moved, he has never seen it before,

"Ding dong—"

The doorbell rang, Song Qing leaned back on the sofa with her slender shoulders, glanced sideways at the monitor from the corner of her eye,

Standing at the door was Song Haohao, carrying fruit, wearing a pink T-shirt with a pleated skirt,

Filled with the breath of a young girl, looking up at the monitor seemed a little uneasy,

"There are guests coming, let's talk next time, hang up."

This is a choice to avoid answering, Xu Shen tactfully didn't ask any more questions, and asked casually after eating duck meat.

"Who is it, that little dainty spirit of Baicha?"

In the neighborhood where Baby lives now, people who know about it don't have more than five fingers.

"My sister."

Song Qing said that she had put down her wine glass, got up from the sofa, put on her slippers and went straight to the door.

"ha?"

Sister, which sister, baby, besides Baicha, which other sister is there, the one from the Song family? Can't.

Song Qing hung up the phone, opened the door, and in front of her eyes was Song Haohao who was suddenly opened the door,

The frightened fawn looks like a frightened deer, this time it is not pretending to be really frightened,

"Sister, sister."

Song Haohao squeezed the fine-quality fruit gift basket tightly, her pretty face drooped slightly, her weak and thin voice,

Song Qing had a lady's cigarette in her fingertips, Song Haohao noticed it instantly when she lowered her head, and was stunned.

"How do you know I live here?"

Song Qing didn't mean to shy away from it, she leaned against the door with a sense of laxity,

Not to mention that Xu Shen was surprised, she was quite surprised. On the first day she returned to Song's house,

I know that her own sister doesn't welcome her very much in her heart, she can understand, being spoiled too well,

Used to be 21 years old and still a child at heart, no child would be willing to have an outsider, take away the love of his parents,

"Yes, Dad told me."

"Sister, can I, can I go in and talk?"

Song Haohao only raised his head for a glance, then lowered his head again, although he really didn't want to admit it,

But she is really a little afraid of Song Qing, no matter in appearance or temperament, Song Qing is very aggressive,

Song Jianguo?

Song Qing didn't ask any more questions, she turned sideways to let Song Haohao in, closed the door and turned around,

Only then did I realize that Song Haohao was still standing at the door, looking at the shoe cabinet in a daze, and looked over hesitantly,

There is a special cloakroom, and the shoe cabinet only contains slippers that are usually worn at home, several pairs,

Among them, two pairs are rather abrupt, the larger one belongs to Huo Yu, and the other pair is very small, it is made of white tea.

Although Song Haohao walked the fragile route, but after all, she was a biological sister,

Inherited genes can't fool people, they are all over 1.7 meters tall, Song Qing will be taller,

But it's not bad, bent down and took out a pair of relatively new ones that hadn't been worn much, and put them in front of Song Haohao.

"Change it, don't be so scared, I don't eat people."

Eating is also eating Huo Benefactor,

Song Haohao changed into his slippers, took a light breath, left the hallway and walked into the spacious living room,

As soon as you enter, you will be attracted by rows of arrogant mahogany wine cabinets that occupy the entire wall.

Carrying the fruit gift basket with both hands, standing still and staring at it, a little dazed,

"Can I drink alcohol? Or coffee? I only have American style and purified water here."

Song Qing had come to the bar and took out the glass from the disinfection cabinet, suppressed the smile on her red lips and asked,

"You can also mix drinks..."

Song Haohao's eyes lit up, touching Song Qing's slightly raised brows, and realizing his gaffe,

He lowered his head timidly reflexively, and at the same time his heart was slightly excited, biting his lips and hesitating,

"I, I want a mojito. I can't drive. The driver at home brought me here."

Song Qing likes to drink, she knows it, and she likes it too, but her parents never allow her to drink,

Occasionally drink it in school, but only dare to secretly drink a little rum sold in the supermarket,

Song Qing was picked up two years ago, and her parents used Song Qing to educate her about what a girl looks like drinking,

She never dared to drink again, she is not like Song Qing, she has to rely on her family and can't make her parents unhappy.

ten minutes later,

"Sister, sister, can I have another drink?"

Song Haohao's pretty face was reddened by alcohol, but his eyes were bright.

It's like a child who gets the baby he's longing for, with jewels shining in his eyes,

Legs together, sitting in a very standard ladylike posture, holding a finished glass,

Looking at Song Qing in surprise and anticipation, afraid of being rejected, she tightened her fingertips slightly, looking a little pitiful,

"Yes, yes, but are you sure you can still drink? You don't need to go to school?"

Song Qing's long, slender, fair legs crossed wantonly, took a sip of sweet white wine, her beautiful eyes were full of humor,

What is this, a cup of mojito was bought by yourself? Glance at the empty wine glass,

It would be a lie to say that she was not surprised, she was holding a large cup and thought she would not be able to finish it.

After all, she had never seen this cheap younger sister drinking, at least during the short half month in the Song family,

"Actually, my alcohol capacity...should still be fine."

Song Haohao is not sure, but the glass of mojito just now was so delicious that she really wants to drink it again.

"correct."

It was only then that Song Haohao remembered what he was here for, and took out the card Song Jianguo gave him from his Chanel bag.

Under Song Qing's puzzled eyes, he pushed him in front of Song Qing, and truthfully told Song Jianguo's words,

"Sister, before my father went on a business trip, I asked my mother to bring it to you. There are half a million in the card.

However, my mother has been busy going to the beauty salon for maintenance with Aunt Xiangxiang, who is my best friend.

I went back to school today to see your address, so I happened to be on the way, so I brought it to you, I don't have your phone number, so..."

"Save your phone number."

Song Qing's eyes were not on the card, but on Song Haohao's face, and she suddenly said,

Song Haohao didn't react a little bit, it seemed that he didn't expect Song Qing to be so close to subconsciously, so he asked,

"What?"