Madam is a Superstar

Miaoshui was so worried that he used three fingers to send a screenshot of the chat between himself and his disciple to Huo Yu.

After a few minutes, I finished a bottle of canned Sydney. There was no reply from the other side, and my face became even more sad.

"What is this kid Nangong busy with? Ouch, all the wives you have got are running away. Your Majesty is not anxious about the old man, but he is anxious about the last few black hairs of the white old lady and me. It's such a worry."

"Buzz-"

A dialog box pops up, SY [Sorry to trouble you, old man. 】

Miaoshui's eyes were complicated. Is the emperor calm in the face of danger, or has he given up completely?

…

The manor is located halfway up the mountain, and the entire mountain is owned by Huo Yu privately.

Half a minute ago, the people who have been in charge of this area all year round got the news that the lady is not allowed to leave the manor without the permission of the master.

They all looked at each other, their feelings for me and my wife were obvious to all, but in the end no one dared to ask any more questions and just did as they were told.

In less than ten minutes before and after the incident, there was no movement in the main building, and the manor remained peaceful.

In the room on the second floor,

Song Qing stared at the ceiling with confused thoughts. Because yesterday was so ridiculous, he was still conscious and exhausted.

Assuming that she was right, then she put Nangong Yu to sleep, and when Nangong Yu had memory,

"..."

Yesterday, the man was voluntary, right?

Song Qing frowned. It was true that Huo Yu kissed her first, but then...

He rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a headache. He picked up the phone he had thrown aside and opened WeChat.

Seeing that Miaoshui hadn't replied yet, Quan didn't care as if the old lady was going somewhere to have fun, and tapped the star contact with her fingertips.

Following the lessons learned from the last time he questioned Wulong, Song Qing was no longer reckless this time. He paused for a moment before typing out a line of tentative words,

[Honey, will you come back for lunch? 】

Huo Yu should be busy at this point, and I didn't have much hope that he would reply.

In fact, it was indeed the case. It took nearly six minutes for the message to be answered, and the tone was normal.

[Well, there is about half an hour left. Has Qingqing gone downstairs to have breakfast? If it hurts, ask the aunt to bring it up. Don’t force it. 】

Such thoughtful and caring words are undoubtedly considerate and gentle. No matter what she thinks,

Such Huo benefactors were not related to Emperor Dayuan, who was autocratic in his methods and could not be criticized, so his doubts were dispelled a lot.

"Buzz-"

The old lady who loves sweets [Seriously? Why don't I know when this old woman is? The emperor is not a member of my Xuanmen, and he doesn't have any Taoism or deeds around him.

It's hard to restore memory. What did you kid do to that kid Nangong? How could you be so good that you stimulated him to regain his memory? 】

Song Qing's fingertips wandered around the bright screen, trying to think of words to use euphemistically, but she couldn't seem to be euphemistic, so she simply went straight to the point and said it directly,

[Does sleeping with him count? I'm just guessing at the moment, not sure yet. ] After a short pause, he added,

[If he regains his memory, can he punish me for sleeping with him? 】

Master's words were rude and unreasonable, putting aside the hurtful feelings of Spring and Autumn. What she did was indeed taking advantage of others' danger.

Before the women in the harem could do it, Nangong Yu was eaten and wiped clean, and his bones were removed and inserted into his belly.

If those women knew about it, they might rise up collectively and tear down her priestly temple.

Despite the previous suspicions, Song Qing was much calmer about Huo Yu's recovery of memory this time.

The vibrating sound started again,

Old woman who loves sweets, [That’s not certain, you are irresponsible. If Nangong’s child doesn’t look for you, Queen Mother, her old lady will have to look for you. 】

The vibrating sound came again, this time from Huo Yu, with two short words, [Qingqing? 】

Probably because he was impatient before waiting for her reply, Song Qing concentrated slightly and typed out a line of words like a ghost.

[Donor Huo, you have always allowed me to eat of my own free will, right? 】

What didn't come back was the phone. The moment it rang, Song Qing's eyelids twitched twice.

She had no reason not to answer the call when there was no certainty. The call was answered.

"Qingqing, what are you thinking about again? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Huo Yu gave a low sigh, similar to the soothing voice used to soothe a restless wild cat at home, and said very patiently, "Be good, I will go back to accompany you soon."

That's not what Song Qing wanted to hear right now. She pressed the record button very thoughtfully, "Donor Huo, can you answer me what I just asked?"

She thought she would have to coax her a few more times, but what she didn't expect was that this time the man answered quickly, and his voice was as mellow and sexy as soaked in strong alcohol.

"Well, I volunteer to give Qingqing something to eat."

Satisfied, Song Qing ended the recording and said, "Well, hubby, you are so kind, come back early, I will wait for you at home to have lunch together."

"good."

The two exchanged some sweet words, and the phone call ended.

Recalling the excessive indulgence Mr. Huo gave him in the boxing gym yesterday, as well as all the previous incidents,

The tight string in Song Qing's heart quietly relaxed and relieved, so what if Huo Yu had memories?

Another world returns to another world, the abyss returns to the abyss, the opportunity for the nine stars to connect has not arrived for a day,

She is Huo Donor's legitimate wife, and it is only natural that she occupies her man.

If Huo Yu wants to divorce her after regaining his memory, then divorce him. She, Song Qing, can afford to lose.

Bai Cha has a saying that is right. If one of the thousands of little brothers in the world doesn't work, just change it. The family has the conditions.

"Tsk."

It was because she was rigid, and indeed love makes people blind. She fell in love with Huo Benefactor in this other world.

What should she do with those women in Dayuan's harem? What should she do if she doesn't have to worry about being a queen when she goes back?

What the master said about being responsible is even more nonsense. It is the soul that returns to Dayuan, not the body. What can she be responsible for Nangong Yu?

Fifteen minutes later,

Song Qing put on an elegant silver tube top dress, with waterfall-like black curly hair scattered around her shoulders and neck.

The makeup is exquisite, and the already extremely beautiful face is even more stunning.

Walking downstairs on six-centimeter stiletto heels, the mole at the end of her eye regained its unbridled and coquettish look.

She didn't just apply lipstick perfunctorily but dressed up carefully. Obviously, Song Qing was in a good mood.

"Madam, are you up? You must be hungry if you haven't eaten in the morning. I still have the last dish to finish before we can have lunch.

If you are hungry, you can drink some soup first. The kelp, radish and pork ribs soup I made today is delicious! "

Aunt Wu was cooking in the kitchen. As soon as she turned around to get the dishes, she saw Song Qing appearing in the living room.

It was a bit surprising. Before leaving in the morning, the husband asked her not to go up and disturb the lady’s rest.

Madam had not eaten breakfast, and she was still worried about whether to go up and call Madam down for lunch.

"Okay, are the prawns braised in oil in Auntie's pot? It's so fragrant."

Song Qing was also really hungry and did not refuse to go into the kitchen and chat with Aunt Wu about home affairs. The silver tube top skirt perfectly outlined her figure.

It is not a style for attending banquets but something that can be worn on a daily basis. Not only does it not look out of place, it is also pleasing to the eye.

"Yes, madam, don't you like to eat shrimp? You are so beautiful today!"

Aunt Wu opened her mouth and boasted with a smile. People are visual animals and generally like beautiful things.