Madam is a Superstar

royal meal,

We requested two private rooms in total, and the private room that the bodyguards requested was larger due to the large number of people. When ordering, a group of senior gentlemen were obedient and no one dared to order.

The waiter had no choice but to go to the private room where Song Qing and Huo Yu were staying and asked,

With a stroke of his pen, Song Qing directly ordered a large table. The private room was especially quiet. Every dish was undoubtedly delicious and delicious.

Shen Bai and a group of bodyguards in black lowered their heads and ate without knowing the taste. It always felt like the last meal before going to the guillotine.

Half an hour later,

The black motorcade set off back to the private estate, and the red clouds in the sky dissipated, leaving little behind.

After entering the mountain, the sky has darkened, and the forest is quiet, with one or two unknown insects and birds chirping from time to time.

The car window slowly lowered, and Song Qing rested her elbows on the edge of the car window, clearly enjoying the comfort.

He stretched out his hand and slapped the thigh wrapped in suit trousers maliciously. He picked up a piece of flesh with his fingertips and pinched it.

"Honey, why are you always keeping a straight face? Aren't you happy when I'm around you?"

Tsk, why is Donor Huo's meat so hard? Should I pluck my legs or scratch my back tonight?

He looked like he didn't remember what happened today at all, he was always so willful and indulgent,

Huo Yu concealed his helplessness in his eyes, stretched out his arms to hold the woman on his lap and pillowed her on her head.

The pad of his thumb lightly rubbed his lips, and the numbness he evoked went straight into the apex of his heart.

"Are you afraid today? If you encounter something like this in the future, don't do anything rashly. Call me directly."

The man spoke caring words, but Song Qing found that her attention was shamefully focused on protruding her sexy and sliding Adam's apple.

The beautiful girl agreed perfunctorily, then turned over guiltily and wrapped her hands around her narrow waist, burying her face in the embrace of ambergris.

Through a thin layer of shirt fabric, you can feel the explosive and neat eight-pack abs.

What’s even more shameful is that at this moment, my mind is filled with scenes of unhealthy scenes from before.

Song Qing felt that he was probably finished. Huo Donor was right when he said that he should exercise restraint recently.

9:00,

The lights in the bedroom of the private manor came on. Song Qing picked out a favorite nightgown and walked to the bathroom.

When he closed the bathroom door, the door handle was pulled on. Wei Wei poked out half of his face to look at Huo Yu who was outside the door.

"What's wrong, husband? Do you still want to use it?"

Wasn't it just washed? Her whole body smelled so fragrant that she wanted to hug him but didn't dare to hug him, for fear of tainting the donor Huo.

"No, but I want to take a shower with my wife, will you let me?"

The two of them did nothing last night, and the day and night he promised her has not yet been fulfilled.

"..."

Song Qing felt weird in her heart. Why did these things come in turns? Yesterday she thought this man should control himself.

On her way back today, she had just decided to be abstinent for a while, but the abstinent Huo Benefactor took the initiative?

"It's better not to."

After a brief hesitation, wisdom prevailed. Looking back, this period of time seemed to be too much.

"Husband, I think you are right. For the sake of physical and mental health, we must exercise moderation. Yesterday I was not very energetic today. Another day."

Song Qing closed the bathroom door with a little force, and the light music played quickly. It was obvious that she was not choking but was really in a good mood.

The air conditioner temperature in the bedroom is 25°C, and the cool breeze cannot suppress the dryness of the body and mind.

Huo Yu withdrew his palm from the door handle, leaned against the door with his tall and tall body, raised his head and rubbed his temples with pain.

A low and hoarse laugh escaped from his throat. What is this, the reincarnation of cause and effect that Qingqing often talks about?

…

Pei family,

At this point, both Xiao Qingxuan and the old man have gone to bed. The crystal chandelier in the living room downstairs is still shining brightly tonight.

Wen Qiange was sitting on the sofa in her pajamas. A popular TV series was playing on the LCD TV.

An entertainment company under the Pei Group happens to be an investor, and several actors have pretty good acting skills.

Wen Qiange didn't watch a single scene of the drama. It was more like waiting anxiously than watching TV.

finally--

"Young Master, you are back. Have you eaten yet and still want to have a midnight snack? If so, I will have someone make it for you."

There was movement at the door, and the waiting butler with blond hair and blue eyes in a tuxedo came forward to greet him. The young lady will definitely come back to the young master.

"No, the old man is not asleep yet?"

Pei Jinnian waved to Assistant Xie and others who had followed him to go back, and casually asked, "The little princess has a very regular schedule and won't sleep so late."

"Sir, he has already gone to bed. The eldest mistress is waiting for you. She probably wants to discuss something with you."

Since Mr. Pei decentralized power, he has never interfered in the group's affairs. He has devoted himself to living an old life of raising flowers, planting grass and entertaining birds in his old house.

The people under his command will not know what is happening in the group and the company under his name.

"Well, it's quite late. Let's go down and rest."

Pei Jinnian did an excellent job of hiding the fleeting coldness in his eyes, and walked into the living room with his hands in his pockets.

The housekeeper didn't follow him anymore. He followed Pei Jinnian's back and followed the most standard Western etiquette, quietly closed the door and left.

The estrangement between the eldest young master and the eldest young mistress is not a matter of a day or two. The young lady is sleeping upstairs.

No matter how big the conflict is, it won't cause much commotion, and it's not his place to get involved.

Pei Jinnian walked into the living room and walked straight to the spiral staircase without looking at Wen Qiange, who was sitting and waiting on the sofa.

"Jinnian!"

Wen Qiange put down the pillow, stood up and called out urgently to the man who was walking up the steps to go upstairs.

Her chestnut wavy long hair has dried naturally. Under the soft light and shadow of the crystal lamp, her unpainted face is undoubtedly beautiful.

Pei Jinnian narrowed his eyes slightly, not interested in appreciating the beauty. There was still a big difference between a collaborator and a woman.

"Qiao Peng, is he with you now?"

It was uncomfortable to be stared at by Wen Qiange like this. Pei Jinnian's eyes were too sharp.

It seems that everything can be seen through the surface, and he always looks like a shrewd businessman, looking at a product to estimate its value.

"Want to know?"

The expression on Pei Jinnian's face was very playful, and his words were full of joking interest.

After resting, he went upstairs to see what the little princess was planning. After Wen Qiange replied in the affirmative, he walked to the sofa and bent down to sit down.

"Qiao Peng came to the group to find me, but he is now with Huo Yu, ah, to be more precise, with the people under him."

Pei Jinnian leaned his whole shoulder against the back of the sofa and watched Wen Qiange's face gradually pale, which was quite interesting.

"How, how could it be possible, Ayu..."

Wen Qiange almost fell back on the sofa, her hands weakly supported on the sofa, her long eyelashes drooping and her mind unexplainably confused.

Calm down, calm down, what has happened has happened and there is no way to undo it, what should I do next?

If Ayu asked her what reasons she wanted to give her answer, and her grandma, would Song Qing tell Ayu something more jealous...