Madam is a Superstar

"Okay, it must be done, second sister, don't worry, brother will take care of this matter for you, if there is anything you need to do, brother will not be afraid!"

There is a sound and a plausible speech, and there is a pat on the chest to ensure the sound of thump, thump,

Song Qing let the second sister scream, making her temples throb. The boss had already opened the oiled paper umbrella for her to see.

The umbrella surface is painted with proudly standing green pines and cypresses, which is a style that Huo Benefactor will like.

Song Qing exited the page where the call ended, asked the price and clicked on the payment software to scan the code to pay.

He didn't leave right away, but took a picture of the opened oil-paper umbrella and sent it to Huo Yu,

Dayuan's No. 1 magic stick [Benefactor Huo, do you like it? 】

Nangong Yu can paint in his spare time, most of which are the green pines and cypresses growing on cliffs,

I don't know what's wrong, but I have to paint the pines and cypresses on the edge of the cliff,

Have you considered their feelings? It's not that they have no choice but to choose who will choose to grow on the cliff.

Without waiting for a reply, he put away his phone and casually put it in a small bag and left with an oiled paper umbrella.

The figure of the beauty is graceful and graceful, holding an antique oil-paper umbrella in her hand, she gradually appears at the corner of the street,

The owner of the umbrella is a woman in her early thirties, her hair is tied with a wooden hairpin.

Looking at Song Qing's leaving back in a daze, she recovered and muttered regretfully to herself,

"If I wear Hanfu again in the next hazy light rain, maybe I can attract many people to buy umbrellas for me."

In the hot summer, the sun at eight or nine in the morning is already too hot to stop the desire to go out,

Song Qing didn't go aimlessly, the high priest would look at Fengshui, of course she was going in the direction of the best Fengshui in Antique City,

Don't look at the little old lady who likes to make troubles, but she knows how to enjoy life better than anyone else.

What you enjoy is not the rich clothes and jade food, but the aura of Fengshui treasures and heavenly and earthly treasures.

She was reincarnated and her soul was rejected by this different world. Although the master is better than herself,

But it should not be able to escape such a natural law, stepping into the narrow bluestone alley,

Turning a corner, you will find another village with dark willows and bright flowers, and the largest antique shop in the antique city is in front of you.

Song Qing has been a frequent visitor here since she came to the capital two years ago, and she hardly comes here recently.

"Miss Song!"

The proprietress is wearing a cyan classic and elegantly fitting cheongsam, with a shiny jasper hairpin pinned to her carefully coiled hair.

Greeted him with a smile and enthusiasm, followed by a young man who was an employee in the store,

"Miss Song, would you like me to put away your umbrella for you first?"

Don't look at the young man, who has been working in the store for four or five years. Regular customers and new customers in the store,

He is the most able to deal with it and is the most familiar with it. In his mouth, there are many antiques that are bought at low prices and sold at high prices.

"Um."

Song Qing handed the umbrella to the young man, and went into the reception room with the proprietress to drink tea.

"Miss Song..."

"Oh no, you see, my head just can't remember things. I should call you Mrs. Huo now."

The Huo family's husband married the person in front of him, which started half a month ago and is still raging now.

She joined a group of famous ladies and wives, and she would mention this from time to time, talking about everything,

But everyone is waiting with an attitude of watching, wanting to see the old Mrs. Huo come to visit in person,

Will Ms. Song, who proposed to the Huo family and successfully married her, be influenced by the Huo family's suppression of his wife?

However, the two of them didn't attend the banquets held from time to time, and they were not in the same circle with them, so they couldn't see or ask about them.

"The proprietress can call you anything, it doesn't matter that much."

Song Qing's eyes fell on the blue and white porcelain tea set on the desk, and the hot boiling water soaked the Dragon Well before the rain,

The scent of tea is refreshing, the phone in the bag vibrates,

Not surprisingly, it should be the reply from the benefactor Huo, and he didn't look at it but looked at the proprietress,

"To be honest, I came this time because I wanted to bother the proprietress, and I wanted to inquire about something."

The total value of the antiques she bought here is hundreds of millions, so she still has some face,

The proprietress twisted the tea tureen and cast an annoyed glance over, covering up the scent of tea that was slowly spreading before opening her mouth.

"Talk about trouble with me, if you want to know anything, just ask, I can't do anything else,

Here in the antique city, as long as you want to know, no matter how big or small, I can ask you clearly. "

Not to mention that she really wants to make friends with Song Qing, the title of Mrs. Shan Huo is enough for her to be popular.

"Since this is the case, I'll cut to the chase. Has the proprietress recruited new employees in the store recently?"

"Or, is there anyone who often comes here to buy antiques, just like I did before."

Song Qing's eyes did not move away from the proprietress's face, paying attention to the subtle changes in her expression,

The little old lady is the best at winning people's hearts, but she didn't get half of the truth on this point,

On the contrary, it runs in the opposite direction, adhering to the way of being lofty for no reason in the bones, people who don't like it just don't like it,

She doesn't even bother to pretend, so the little old woman often points her forehead to teach her,

That is to say, let her be brought back to raise her without crying or making noise in the snow, and train her to become a priest.

Otherwise, if this temperament is in the folk world, you may suffer a lot of undeserved losses.

The proprietress frowned slightly, her delicately made-up face showed a look of memory and thought,

"The store hasn't recruited new employees recently, and there are customers who often come to the store, but if you're like you, there really aren't any."

Looking at Song Qing at the end, he smiled and added a joking remark,

"If I can come to a big customer like you, even one of my stores can be refurbished."

"Don't look like it's quite new, but it's actually been more than ten years old."

Song Qing pursed her red lips lightly and returned a polite greeting with a smile. It would be a lie to say that she is not lost,

The glamorous face does not reveal the emotion, holding the teacup and sipping the good-tasting tea into the throat,

It has a delicate taste and a mellow fragrance. It is very suitable to buy it and bring it back to grandparents after a while.

Forget about Huo benefactor, Huo benefactor prefers strong and bitter tea flavor, just like she prefers sweet white wine.

After leaving the antique shop, Song Qing held an oil-paper umbrella and walked through several other locations with good Fengshui.

It can't be said that I got nothing, at least I drank a lot of tea, the sun became more and more dazzling,

I should have gone back like this, but there was an inexplicable impulse in my heart, wanting to go to the antique shop again,

Holding an umbrella, she stood at the door for a long time, her beautiful eyes raised slightly, just in time to catch a touch of colorful and green rushing into the room, the mole of tears raised very shallowly,

Put away the oil-paper umbrella and was about to step up the steps, but saw the colorful flowers rushing into the room appear again,

Dressed in colorful clothes, yes, but a little boy holding a rattle in his little hand,

The little guy's immature face is so cute that people stand at the door and want to rush over to give it a pinch.

"Look, mom, this one can make a thump, thud, doesn't it sound like Xiong Daxiong Er scaring off the bald head Qiang's drumming sound?"

"Like, well, we're going to kindergarten. If we can't take this with us, it will disturb other children. Can we play again when we come back?"

It was the boss lady's voice.