Madam is a Superstar

"Don't think about your Ayu in a hurry. Now that we are both free, let's talk about the things between us."

Pei Jinnian raised his long legs under his suit pants and rested them against the table in a carefree yet elegant manner.

They overlapped slowly, and the smile on their thin lips never faded away. They seemed to be in a good mood.

Others could easily be deceived by Pei Jinnian's superficial smile, but Wen Qiange was different.

She knew very well how heartless and heartless the man in front of her was beneath his smile.

"Jin, Jinnian, what's there to talk about between us? Isn't it good that we are like this?

We treat each other as guests and live in peace, and Qingxuan grows up day by day under our care. Isn't this great? "

Wen Qiange's hand hidden behind the pillow tightened unconsciously due to nervousness and uneasiness. Song Qing's appearance

Her status and weight in the hearts of grandma and Ayu have been taken away. At this time, she cannot lose the support of the Pei family no matter what.

She wants a divorce but it will never be at this time. The clothing company has been established since she graduated from college until today.

It has only been two years since it was on the right track among the top 500 companies in China. Jinnian’s divestment some time ago has already been affected, and partners are now speculating.

Is there a problem in her marriage with Jinnian? If it weren't for Ayu's help, the company's losses could be imagined.

"Is it good? I don't think so."

The smile on Pei Jinnian's face faded, and when he looked at Wen Qiange, there was an undisguised coldness in his eyes. His words when he lightly lifted his thin lips and spoke were even more straightforward,

"You should know better than anyone else that our marriage is more precisely a contract, you and me."

Pei Jinnian pointed at Wen Qiange and then at himself, indifferent to Wen Qiange's increasingly pale lips.

I couldn't stand the turbulence in my heart. It was better to say that I was talking to my wife than to talk about business.

"We are partners, not the so-called husband and wife. Before doing anything in the future, it is best to think twice.

Don't let a situation like today happen again. You have to know that I am a businessman, and a businessman who puts profits first. I don't like doing business at a loss.

This is the first time. If things like this happen again, I will consider terminating our cooperative relationship. "

The marriage between the two was a marriage by agreement, and the signed contract is still locked in the safe in the room.

This is also the reason why Wen Qiange doesn't care about Pei Jinnian's constant gossip news.

How can two people who have no feelings care about each other and whether there is someone else outside.

"Jinnian, don't worry about me..."

Of course Wen Qiange knew this and was eager to restore the situation where the balance between the two parties was broken, but Pei Jinnian raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't you always want to know why I withdrew my capital? There is nothing to feel wronged about."

Pei Jinnian's face was still upset when he mentioned this matter. After Wen Qiange came back from the Huo family's old house,

He has never mentioned this matter. The old man also mentioned Qingxuan’s accident. Even tonight,

It was the first time the two of them sat down and talked for so long after Qingxuan was kidnapped by Zhou Linhe.

"I admit that I am responsible for Qingxuan's accident, but you hung up twice when I called you that day.

This makes me very unhappy. Qingxuan is the only link outside of our cooperative relationship. Since Qingxuan was born,

It is clearly written in our agreement that we must be able to keep in touch at all times.

Birthdays are birthdays, but if I remember correctly, your birthday has already passed that day. You stayed at the Huo family's old house for an extra day. "

After saying this, Pei Jinnian retracted his crossed long legs and stood up from the sofa.

It was obvious that the topic was over. Wen Qiange sat on the sofa and remained motionless until Pei Jinnian took a few steps.

Thinking of something, Pei Jinnian stepped forward. His shiny leather shoes reflected a layer of luster under the light.

Turning around, his eyes fell on Wen Qiange, who had been absent-minded for a long time. He felt that he had talked a bit too much today.

"As a partner, I kindly remind you that if you had a chance with Huo Yu before,

Then you have been completely kicked out since Song Qing appeared. People must learn to assess the situation and be self-aware. You are a smart person.

Be clear-headed, don't think about Huo Yu's affairs all day long with only life-and-death love left in your mind. If this continues, you will have nothing in the end.

Huo Yu is not as easy to talk to as me. He will give you three chances. Nothing happened to Song Qing this time.

If something happens to Song Qing, do you think Huo Yu will spare your life for the sake of Mrs. Huo? "

"You have admired him for so many years, have you really understood him as a person? Don't tell me that in your mind,

If Huo Yu is what he appears to be now, then I really sympathize with you. "

As the sound of Pei Jinnian's footsteps going upstairs faded, the huge living room on the first floor became completely quiet.

The voices of the characters in the TV series continued. Singer Wen Qian clenched the corners of the pillow.

Because of Pei Jinnian's last two words, his heart felt like a heavy stone was being pressed down on him, and he felt breathless for a long time.

…

The next day, it was a sunny day in a private estate.

Aunt Wu had prepared breakfast for both sides and was humming a tune while pruning the roses sent by the gardener.

I would like to put them in vases in every corner of the house. I see these flowers every time I work.

Her mood improved a lot, and she really got used to what her daughter-in-law often said,

This life requires a sense of ritual. The most important thing is that these flowers are grown in the back garden at no cost!

in the restaurant,

The antique pendulum clock hanging on the wall clearly told Song Qing that it was just 6:57 in the morning.

He scooped a spoonful of hot noodle batter into his mouth, his beautiful eyes glaring at him from time to time as he continued to eat.

Every move he makes shows that he is a wealthy and famous man. You can still hear Aunt Wu humming a ditty in his ears.

It is a recent popular song, especially popular among middle-aged and elderly people. Of course, Xu Shen is an exception.

listen:

"I can't fly out of this colorful world. It turns out that I am a drunk butterfly..."

Should I say it or not? It’s very magical. After listening to it a few times, Song Qing felt like she was being brainwashed by the lyrics.

"I'll put my phone on silent vibration next time, so I won't be angry anymore."

Huo Yu put a piece of fried dough sticks into Song Qing's bowl. Because of the accusing looks cast by women one after another,

There was a deep smile on his face, and his steady, low voice was warm and patiently comforting.

"Forget it. One phone call might lead to a contract worth hundreds or tens of millions. It's okay if you don't want it.

What a shame, I'm just a little angry when I wake up. I'll be fine after I finish this bowl of noodle batter. "

With the chopsticks in Song Qing's hand, she pressed the fried dough sticks into the noodle batter. It tasted great when soaked in soup.

Aunt Wu's cooking skills are getting better and better. The noodle paste and fried dough sticks taste great, and the fried dough sticks are carefully cut into small pieces.