Madam is a Superstar

As a master, Song Qing never knows how to cook and other human fireworks.

I can only eat, and I didn’t go home directly out of guilt, but went to the pre-booked restaurant,

Although it is not as good as the imperial restaurant, it is still the most famous restaurant in the capital because she often comes here.

9 pm,

Song Qing nestled in Huo Yu's arms, watching the movie on the LCD TV boredly,

It's not a new release, let alone a movie with deep meaning, but a bear,

Song Qing watched it with great interest. Of course, if the man holding her can be more peaceful,

"Huo benefactor, don't make trouble, be good, I will watch the stars at night later."

Song Qing was really helpless, her beautiful eyes blamed, she turned around and pinched Huo Yu's ear angrily,

Since the incident in the small courtyard of the Song family, the two of them have hardly stopped,

She once felt that the dog man just wanted her to die on the bed, thinking that the strength of her fingertips could not help tightening,

Huo Yu's expression was inexplicable, his cold and hard jaw lightly touched the shoulder and neck that was lingering with the light fragrance of iris flowers,

The gigantic male lion is silently expressing his grievances to his beloved female.

Song Qing left without sympathy. She originally wanted to wait until 10 o'clock, but now she doesn't plan to wait anymore.

Putting on his slippers, he went straight to the balcony, ignoring Huo Yu's eyes on the sofa following him,

Close the French windows and press the curtain key to block the view from the balcony and the living room.

Satisfied, she lightly folded and arranged the slightly open nightgown, and immediately came to the astronomical telescope without forgetting to grit her teeth,

"Beast!"

The floor-to-ceiling windows are not soundproof, and the woman's hateful voice can be heard clearly,

"Om—"

The phone on the glass table vibrated, Huo Yu withdrew his arm that wanted to open the floor-to-ceiling window,

Turning around and walking back to the sofa, with a broad and stalwart back bent down to pick up the caller display grandma's mobile phone,

Looking in the direction of the balcony, the line of her lips was pursed into a cold arc, and she stopped before stopping her heart to go to the bedroom.

"grandmother."

Because it is the top floor of the prime location, the bedroom windows can clearly overlook the bustling night scene,

Mrs. Huo's kind and kind voice sounded quickly, but with some hesitation,

"Hey, Ayu, are you with Qingqing now?"

"Well, she's watching the night view from the balcony and I'm in the bedroom."

Huo Yu is so perceptive, he didn't say anything, just explained so that the old man can speak with confidence,

There was no sound for a long time, as if he was choosing his words carefully, Huo Yu's deep eyes reflected the brilliance of city lights and waited patiently,

"Ayu is like this. Tomorrow is Qiange's birthday. You also know that the Pei family boy she married has always been indifferent to her.

In the past years, I came back to the old house every year, and now the group of children in the group are already talking about it.

Qiange, she was engaged to you, grandma doesn't know if Qingqing knows about it,

If you know that you will definitely feel uncomfortable after reading it, and you can't be busy working all day,

While you are with Qingqing now, hurry up and explain to her, this woman has the most sensitive mind,

Qingqing is a good person, you have to treat her well and not bully her, you know, you don't have to come back tomorrow,

For Qiange's grandma, you and Qingqing have a good talk about not leaving the child with pimples. "

On the one hand, the old lady really thinks that Song Qing is a good person, on the other hand, she is still worried about her.

She is the same woman, and Qiange is the one who is watching her grow up, what is thinking in her heart, how could she not see it,

The child obviously still thinks about A Yu in his heart, if A Yu doesn't have the fate to suppress his wife,

Qian Ge didn't marry that kid from Pei's family and have children, so of course she was optimistic about it.

It's just that nothing goes well in this world. It's a done deal. Everyone will go their own way. Some things should be let go.

Qian Ge's marriage is not going well, of course she feels distressed, but this is also what Qian Ge insisted on choosing despite persuasion.

The palms and backs of her hands are full of flesh, but she still prefers the child A Yu in her heart,

For so many years, because Ke's wife is destined to be alone, it's okay to meet Qingqing after all,

Not to mention how happy she was to be able to stay by A Yu's side safely, she was afraid that the young couple would quarrel over something.

"Okay, I know you can rest assured."

Huo Yu's voice was steady, he intended to come back so hard, he was more afraid of losing it again than anyone else,

"Okay, didn't you say that Qingqing was watching the night scene and went to accompany her quickly, and let her look like something alone,

Doesn't Qingqing like to drink? Grandma remembers that several famous wine merchants gave you a lot of treasured wine,

Be willing to be willing to be with your wife, and since everyone already knows about you and Qingqing,

The wedding should be discussed and arranged as soon as possible. Don't let those people outside feel that the name is not right and wrong, and make Qingqing feel wronged. "

The call didn't last long, the old lady obviously made the call from sleepiness,

When Huo Yu finished and came to the balcony, Song Qing's side had just started.

Hearing the movement, he didn't care about it, and he was extraordinarily serious at the time with his wanton publicity and beauty,

Somehow, the Priest of Dayuan was detached from the world, and the evening wind brought a coolness to his face.

The lights are not turned on, and the specially selected curtains around the balcony are very good at blocking all light sources.

Only the light of the moon shines, and the green plants on the balcony in the dark can be vaguely seen.

Occasionally swaying slightly with the evening wind, Huo Yu has been standing quietly by the side without stepping forward to disturb,

There was no emotion on the handsome three-dimensional face, only the fingertips curled up in the pocket of the nightgown leaked a trace of emotion.

After nearly half an hour,

Song Qing put one hand on the edge of the astronomical telescope, looked at the man a few steps away, took a deep breath to calm down,

Resisting the anger that was about to be suppressed in my heart, the red lips lightly lifted the scariness that could not be expressed in the tone,

"husband."

"Come here."

She couldn't figure it out, she really couldn't figure it out.

"What's the matter, isn't it going well?"

Huo Yu came to Song Qing's side unprepared, wanting to take the woman into his arms so as to calm down his strong and unstable heart,

Unexpectedly, the neck was heavy and the waist was firmly grasped, and a beautiful but sullen face came into view,

"Dog man, tell me, why did you stay up in the middle of the night and go out to wander around? Why!?"

Song Qing is really anxious, I haven't found a dog man before every night watching the stars,

It's okay for her to see loneliness to comfort herself, now that everyone finds it, she still only sees loneliness,

When this continues, when will she be able to form a formation and bring the dog man's soul back to the abyss? !

Could it be that they really have to wait until she and Huo Yu are in their seventies and eighties in this different world, surrounded by descendants? ? ?

Huo Yu didn't say anything, his muscular and powerful arms held him in time so that Song Qing wouldn't fall,

The long and deep eyes were calm, and then he lowered his eyes and sighed helplessly in his throat,

The generous, warm and dry hands caress the overly thin back like a child,

"I don't understand what Qingqing is saying."

"I haven't seen Qingqing before, and I haven't lost any memory in an accident. Wife, do you think I'm another man?"

The deep and magnetic timbre, until the last sentence, there is an unknown hidden sadness and obscurity.