Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing set off in the afternoon. It was impossible to arrive at Shanwai Village before the two elders rested.

In addition to the slow speed of the car along the way, we only traveled half of the distance before dark.

In a hotel suite,

The LCD TV was playing "Bear Infested". Song Qing had no intention of taking a bath. She simply washed herself and lay on the bed.

I have been driving all afternoon, and the battery of my mobile phone is still at 85%. My fingertips hesitate on the WeChat page for a long time.

Finally, I logged out and opened the contacts on my mobile phone. I dialed the serial phone number of my husband. I was quickly connected but the man’s voice did not ring out.

Song Qing's slender eyelashes trembled very lightly until King Jiji's voice sounded in the room,

The chaotic thoughts came back a little, and the voice at the top of my voice was a little obscure, which I was not even aware of.

"I'm going back to the countryside first. Let me know in advance when you and grandma come."

The hotel is close to the highway, and from time to time the sound of cars driving in and one or two horns can be heard outside the window.

In addition to the Bear Haunting that was being played, it was quite noisy to be honest. Song Qing seemed not to have heard it, only knowing that it was quiet in his ears.

"Well, we'll set off tomorrow morning."

The man's voice was as calm as ever, even with a hint of distance that had never existed before.

Like someone who is particularly afraid of the cold and finally musters up the courage to step out in the cold weather.

But someone poured cold water on my head. This feeling overlaps with the long-lasting memories.

The love tightly wrapped around her heart relaxed a little, Song Qing tugged her lips sarcastically, her voice was cold,

"good."

"Be careful when staying in a hotel alone..."

Song Qing hung up the call immediately. Her beautiful face was indescribably cold, and her fingertips holding the phone tightened involuntarily.

What did Nangong Yu mean? He kept her in the dark and acted like a monkey. Not only did he not feel any guilt after being exposed,

Instead, he tried to show her that Emperor Dayuan was superior to others? Nameless anger welled up in my throat,

"Ah."

Song Qing suddenly felt that her nervousness just now was ridiculous. It turned out that the so-called love was nothing more than that.

"Buzz-"

"Buzz-"

The WeChat message notification sounded loudly, and Song Qing closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her beautiful eyes were as calm as dead water.

Open it, it’s a group message from Jimei’s family.

Jiang Xinghe and Wen Ruoran were chatting, and cute emoticons gradually occupied the chat page.

One of them belonged to @, and Wen Ruoruan asked her to come out and chat together.

Song Qing was not in the mood. It was just past 9 o'clock, not too early or too late. She was about to pretend that she hadn't seen him and reply in the morning.

I was @again, this time it was Jiang Xinghe, followed by a voice note,

Song Qing clicked play,

"Sister-in-law, who is Nangong Yu that brother is looking for? As far as I know, there is no existing compound surname of Nangong in China. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

Jiang Ting said that the elder brother has been in a bad mood these past two days. He didn't dare to ask the person involved. Let me ask you. Now, the elder brother and his people,

If you look for this person, you are almost going to find a lunatic. Why don't you ask the elder brother if he really remembered it correctly? Is it possible that his surname is Nan and his given name is Gongyu? "

Song Qing's fingertips that lit up the screen froze for a moment. What did this mean? Huo Yu was looking for Nangong Yu...

The messages in the group continue,

It’s Si Nian’s softness [Nangong Yu? ! 】

[The male protagonist in a book I read recently is named Nangong Yu! 】

Jiang【...What a coincidence】

A few cute emoticons of warm and soft-haired people quickly popped up in the middle.

Perhaps he was afraid that she would set the group message to Do Not Disturb and not see it, so Jiang Xinghe sent her a private message.

Song Qing calmed down and quickly gave a reply [Wait a minute, I'm calling to ask now. I didn't pay attention to the message just now. 】

Jiang Xinghe returned an OK gesture, and Song Qing exited the dialog box and returned to the group chat.

He found the voice note sent by Jiang Xinghe and played it repeatedly. Jiang Xinghe's tone was casual and casual.

There was no deliberateness or discomfort at all, and it didn't seem like they had colluded in advance to continue deceiving her.

"The memory has not been restored, then why..."

If the memory was not restored, then how could Huo Yu have the same habitual actions during the video chat with his grandma as he did in Dayuan?

But looking back on what happened in the past two days, as well as the slight distance contained in the man's words just now, all the abnormalities make sense.

After all, Donor Huo is really petty and very jealous.

"..."

It's like an own mistake, the two of them are not on the same channel, so what is the meaning of the cold war in these two days...

Song Qing held her forehead and threw herself back on the soft bed. She had never been so speechless before.

"Bear Infested" was still playing. About a minute passed, and Song Qing recovered from the oolong.

He reached out for his cell phone and dialed Huo Yu's number while lying flat on his back without getting up from the bed.

"Qingqing."

The call was still answered quickly. Unexpectedly, it was Huo Yu who spoke first this time.

Song Qing grabbed the quilt with her fingers and couldn't tell what it was like. She stared at the ceiling and bit her red lips.

He was as helpless as a child who had made a mistake. His voice was no longer obscure or cold, but had an unspeakable hoarseness.

"Donor Huo..."

What should I do? It’s so shameless. Why did she call so impulsively that day?

Why don't you call me and confront him? At least send him the screenshot and question him.

He didn't ask any questions, he just yelled that and Nangong Yu put down the phone after he finished.

How angry Song Qing was when she put down the phone that day, and how regretful Song Qing is now. The first quarrel and cold war with Huo Donator turned out to be because of such an inadvertent mistake.

Simply outrageous!

"Well, I'm here, tell me."

If you listen carefully to the man's voice, you can still hear a little distance, but his previous patience remains unchanged.

Song Qing felt a little unspeakably aggrieved for no reason. Thinking about it from his perspective, it was normal for Huo Donor to have such a subtle change, so he had to suppress his grievances.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Song Qing was at a loss for words. After asking, she thought it was already past 9 o'clock and felt that her question was stupid.

I was about to say something else to change the topic, but the answer was already given, and this time the tone was obviously gentler.

"Have eaten, where is Qingqing?"

"Are you tired from driving all afternoon? Where are you now?"

Song Qing's nose felt sour, and her deep guilt swept over her like an overwhelming tide. She turned over,

Unconsciously, I hugged the quilt tightly. I wanted to hug Huo Donor and cry. "I've eaten. I'm not tired. I'll send you the location via WeChat later."

"Hubby, how about we stop fighting each other? I miss you so much."

Huo Yu's side was very quiet, there was no noise, I thought it would take a while before there would be a response,

No, after a short pause, the man's magnetic and steady voice sounded, with a hint of hoarseness.

"Okay, it's just that Qingqing only wants me to be alone from now on, huh?"

"Well, as long as the donor Huo is alone."

It's past nine o'clock,

The Huo family's old house had already fallen into silence. The bedroom on the second floor did not turn on the lights. In the dark night,

Huo Yu, who was wearing a dark nightgown, was half leaning on the bed. The woman's voice of agreement fell in his ears without thinking, and her thin lips were pursed with bitterness.

Dear, forgive me for being mean.