Madam is a Superstar

He strode out of the palace dining room and looked towards the streets crowded with luxury cars.

I found the familiar black motorcade, my eyes lit up and my face showed joy, and I hurried towards it.

"Button."

The Lincoln car's window was clicked as expected, and the car glass slowly lowered. Huo Yu's three-dimensional silhouette was particularly cold under the extravagant street lights.

He seemed a little embarrassed, and now he wanted to go back on something he had just agreed to at the wine table. It was really not his style.

"If you have something to say, it doesn't hurt to say it."

Huo Yutong was calm and easy-going, as if he had expected the development of things. This made him even more ashamed but there was really nothing he could do.

These people are from the Wen family. As you know, the Wen family have served in the army for generations and are upright and upright. They follow the rules and regulations and cannot tolerate a grain of sand in their eyes.

The black mobile phone has been placed on the car seat. Huo Yu unconsciously rubbed his thumb, his broad back straight and regular.

"Is there any other way?"

I had already thought of this point and answered quickly, "Yes, the purpose of sending the Wen family here is to supervise and not be biased.

The problem now is that Waring's behavior at the racecourse was too harsh for him according to our rules."

People like them tend to stop talking. About three minutes later, the black motorcade drove slowly away from the commercial street in the prime central location.

This side of Pinjin Cave,

Xu Shen had left early due to something, and was full of doubts about the matter of ‘arranging funeral arrangements’.

Because of Song Qing's promise, "Don't worry, I always cherish my life, I will tell you when the time comes." I was relieved and didn't ask any more questions.

The main reason was that the two had known each other for four or five years, and Xu Shen could see that Song Qing cherished his life.

"Buzz-"

The WeChat message vibrating sound sounded in the private room. Song Qing picked up the phone and looked at the sweetness of her tears.

Picking up her small bag, she said hello to Na, who was poking at her cell phone at the bar, then stepped on her stilettos and left the private room.

It's 9:10 now. The bar's business habit is that the later the time, the more people come and the busier the business is.

There were more than double the number of guests on the first floor than at the beginning, and the colorful lights shone on everyone on the dance floor.

Dance to the rhythm of the female DJ on the stage and vent your emotions about life and work during the day.

However,

Song Qing only saw a lot of money. Without consumers, where would the income come from?

If it were the high priest in the past, she would definitely be happy at this moment. After all, this is her life.

It's a pity that I have to leave this other world in half a year. No matter how much money I have, it won't make a big splash in my heart.

There is still a little splash, after all, Xu Shen is happy to have money to spend on white tea.

"Um?"

Song Qing's glance stopped at an area of ​​the booth, and he saw a familiar face that he only met once, but was not very familiar with.

"Zhou Linhe?"

If it was just the shooting incident at the banquet at the Huo family's old house, Song Qing might not remember this name too much.

After all, it had nothing to do with her, but the incident of Pei Jinnian and Wen Qiange's daughter being kidnapped deepened her impression of this name.

"Buzz——"

The cell phone in the small bag rang, and the sound was drowned in the noisy music.

Fortunately, with his inner strength, Song Qing's facial senses are sharper than ordinary people.

Without even thinking, he knew it was Master Huo. He looked away and skillfully reached for his phone while turning around.

"Honey, I'll go out..."

Unexpectedly, we ran into the embrace of the refreshing ambergris. We had done all the most intimate things before, so that the scents on each other's bodies were so familiar.

Instead of moving away, she stretched out her arms and hugged the man's waist, hung up the call and put it in her small bag.

Face to face with Huo Yu's long and dark eyes, the smile on his face is bright and charming,

"Why are you still coming in?"

This was a very clear question. Huo Yu stretched out his arms to wrap around Song Qing's bare shoulders. His tall and straight figure was in a completely protective posture.

He enveloped the woman in his arms and walked out, his dark eyes revealing the deep traces of a smile.

"You reach out and hug me without looking at me?"

The same knowingly asking questions.

Song Qing curled her lips and was slightly dissatisfied, but of course that was all. After the couple got in the car, the car quickly started and left back to the manor.

As for Ferrari, as usual, he asked his bodyguard to drive behind and take him back.

The inner city of Beijing is like a city that never sleeps. The scenery passing by outside the car window is very dark at night, with very few places.

"Did you smoke tonight?"

Huo Yu likes the feeling of tightly interlocking fingers, and kisses as softly as feathers on the back of his hand, his eyebrows furrowing slightly and fleetingly,

"Well, I haven't smoked for a long time, and the smell of cigarettes aroused my craving for cigarettes."

Song Qing admitted happily, then raised her other hand and waved her index finger in front of Huo Yu.

"One."

Huo Yu didn't say anything. He patted his thigh covered in dark suit trousers with his knuckled palms. He obviously didn't say anything, but Song Qing understood.

I know that this man doesn't like my bad habit of smoking and drinking, and I am indeed at fault first.

Obediently, he leaned over and rested his head on Huo Yu's thigh. He was extremely obedient.

Huo Yu's eyes deepened, and his sexy Adam's apple slid up and down, and then he skillfully reached out to untie the hair tie that bound his wavy long hair.

"What did you talk to him about?"

Fortunately, Ayou always knows how to drive up the partition, otherwise now they would see the man they always admire, starting to check the post uneasily.

"That's a lot to say."

Song Qing resisted the curve of her red lips and said everything without any concealment.

"This guy is quite interesting. He accepts a foreign culture so easily and still believes in it. If I remember correctly, according to the myth here,

It was Nuwa who created humans, and it was God who created people in country Y. Do you think there will be any difference in appearance? "

To put it bluntly, there is a strong sense of joking in the words.

She, Huo Yu and the old lady came from the Great Abyss, and they were indeed foreigners to the three of them.

Oh no,

She is from a different world, but the way she tells people's fortunes is still the way she did in Dayuan.

So in essence, it only works as long as it is a human being, there is no distinction between countries, not to mention that Dayuan also has some envoys from the Western Regions every year.

"It's okay if you don't go. I'll just take care of those things."

Now that we know that such a person exists, we just invite him here directly, without going through such a risky circle.

"How do you want to deal with it? Have your people put a sack on someone's head and force him to bring him over to intimidate and induce him?"

Song Qing bluntly said what Huo Yu was thinking. It wasn't that the whole family didn't want to enter the same house. It wasn't that she had never thought about it.

"Forget it. Things that can be resolved in a gentle way are better to be resolved in a low-key manner. Don't tell me about my hot searches on Weibo. It won't have any impact on you."

She accidentally overheard such a remark while chatting with the bodyguard. She was already feeling guilty, but after knowing about it, it undoubtedly made her feel even more uncomfortable.