Madam is a Superstar

Wen Ruoruan was probably waiting with her cell phone in her hands. She replied as fast as ever.

[Sister-in-law, Si Nian has been a little bit unlucky recently. He would choke on rice grains for no reason when eating, so I thought of you~

Sister-in-law, you are definitely not right, so I want you to show Si Nian his recent fortune and so on. 】

[I originally figured out the horoscope for this year on the Internet, but the calculation was not accurate at all.

It was a waste of 25 yuan for me, so I thought of you, sister-in-law~ Sister-in-law, can it be a little cheaper for me to see your face...]

Perhaps out of embarrassment, the two were followed by a series of bunny-faced emoticons.

so cute,

Song Qing agreed with her fingertips leaping forward. She could just look at her face to divert her attention, which was quite annoying.

It’s Si Nian’s softness~ [Thank you, sister-in-law! 】+ pen refill pen refill ~

Song Qing curled up her red lips and smiled, the gloom in her heart dissipated a little, just as she exited the group chat page,

My eyes inevitably touched the one that was manually pushed to the top, and when I made a note of my husband’s WeChat contact,

The little gloom that dispersed suddenly returned to the cage, and my fingertips clicked in like a ghost,

The dialog box still contained the content of the chat between the two in the early morning. The last sentence was sent by Huo Yu,

An emoticon of a minion in green clothes hugging, the one in the original emoticon of WeChat,

It's a bit silly, and only a straight man like Huo Yu can do it. If you think about it carefully, it seems that every time the two of them chat,

The last line in the dialog box all ends with Huo Yu, and they all contain this hug emoticon.

Details of love are often easier to touch. Song Qing's heart trembled and she exited the chat dialog box as if fleeing.

Huo Group Headquarters,

It’s lunch break around 12 o’clock, and the huge CEO’s office is empty and silent.

In the hidden rest room, Huo Yu watched the line 'The other party is typing...' disappear.

There was a fleeting look of loneliness on his handsome face, and some kind of emotion was fermenting in his chest.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be crushing the entire city.

The curtains have already been closed automatically, the light in the rest room is very dim, and the quilt seems to still have the faint fragrance of iris that is unique to women.

"You actually hate me like this, Qingqing?"

The voice was hoarse and extremely obscure.

…

It rained in Beijing for two days and two nights, and finally the sky cleared up in the early morning of the third day.

On the top floor of a high-end community, the time was just 8 o'clock, and Song Qing went to bed at dawn.

The whole house was very quiet, and no one contacted anyone for two days, falling into the first cold war between the two.

"Buzz——"

The ringtone of the incoming call was particularly clear in the bedroom, and the person sleeping under the quilt on the big bed moved symbolically.

I was sleepy and didn’t want to answer the phone, but the person who called me was very patient and ignorant.

After a failed call, Song Qing's brows furrowed so tightly that she could pick up a fly.

Unable to bear the noise in my ears anymore, I reached for my phone and unplugged the charging cable to connect it.

"Hey, who's there?"

The voice was lazy, full of weariness and impatience.

"It's my sister-in-law, I'm Ruanruan, are you still sleeping? I'm sorry if I disturbed you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Wenruanruan has a soft appearance and a soft voice, which is different from the artificial whining of white tea.

It's the kind of softness that has no lethality. After hearing it, both men and women will want to embrace it and protect it.

It is completely opposite to Song Qing's beautiful and aggressive appearance, and Yu Jie's voice, which can be said to be sharp and indifferent.

"It's okay, I just woke up, what do you want from me?"

The impatience in Song Qing's tone disappeared completely, and was even wrapped in a deliberately gentle tone,

That's how she is. She doesn't like the hard, let alone someone with a sweet personality like Wen Ruanruan.

"Have you just woken up? That's it. That's good. That's good."

Wen Ruoruan was obviously relieved, and her guilty tone became lighter,

"Sister-in-law, do you still remember what I told you two days ago that I would ask you to see S Nian's face? S Nian doesn't have to go to work today, are you free?

If we have time, let's arrange a place to meet. I heard from Xinghe that it would be more accurate if we met face to face.

Also, we haven't seen each other for a long time since the last time we had dinner together. Would you like to see us? "

Afraid that she would feel embarrassed, Wen Ruoruan quickly added,

"Of course, sister-in-law, it doesn't matter if you are not free. I can also send you Si Nian's photo.

I've had a bit of an early pregnancy reaction these past two days, so I forgot about it until today. "

Song Qing has been unable to cheer up. Song Qing has not gone out at home for the past two days. She has not made any appointments with Xu Shen or Bai Cha.

Although they are sworn friends, they are still used to digesting negative emotions that cannot be resolved by themselves.

She is relatively good at self-healing, and the effect of self-healing is better. After all, the best spiritual support for adults is themselves.

"Okay, you decide the time and place."

Song Qing was finally willing to half-open her beautiful eyes, feeling a strong sourness in her eyes.

After saying that, he pressed his temples and closed his eyes, feeling that the discomfort in his eyes was relieved a little.

"Then I'll discuss it with Si Nian. Once we've finalized it, I'll send you the time and place via WeChat."

"OK."

After the call ended, Song Qing put the phone on the bedside table and fell asleep under the quilt again.

Half past ten,

The Ferrari drove towards Dingfeng, and the address Wen Ruanruan sent was a well-known Japanese restaurant.

When Song Qing walked into the box with her bag, Pei Sinian and Wen Ruoruan were already inside.

"Um, sister-in-law, sit down!"

In front of Wen Ruoruan was a large bowl of barbecued pork ramen with rich soup. She tried her best to swallow the soup and said hello with a smile.

When she smiles, her two pear dimples are still dazzling, and her pair of almond eyes are even more beautiful, like a charming elf coming out of the forest.

"good."

Song Qing laughed. This was the second time she met Wen Ruoruan, and her heart still sighed at such a pure and beautiful smile.

"Sister-in-law."

Pei Sinian's thin crimson lips parted slightly, and he nodded and greeted Wen Ruoruan. In the past, his face was too sickly and white.

Today is gray. Of course, in Song Qing's eyes, ordinary people can't see anything.

The waiter quickly came in and out with the menu. Pei Sinian hadn't ordered yet. Wen Ruoruan was pregnant and had a different craving.

There was scented tea brought by the waiter at hand. Song Qing took it and took a sip. She looked at the gray-faced Pei Sinian and got straight to the point.

"Don't talk much at work lately, otherwise you will easily get involved in disputes and get jailed."

"Prison, prison disaster..."

The ramen with the soft cork spoon lost its flavor in an instant. He murmured and repeated it, and then looked at Song Qing eagerly,

"Sister-in-law, can you tell me in more detail? How could Si Nian end up in jail? Yes, yes..."

Wen Ruoruan bit her lip. Innocent and romantic people always write what they think in their hearts on their faces.

"It's not what you think. It's not a very serious matter at all. As long as you do your job well and don't say anything else, it has nothing to do with you."

Song Qing said the last two sentences while looking at Pei Sinian. For a doctor, these two sentences were almost an easy-to-understand suggestion.

I'm so afraid that you will call the heroine a scumbag. This is a turning point.