Madam is a Superstar

Huo Yu nodded and indicated with his eyes that just follow Miaoshui's words. Ayou nodded, closed the door and exited.

The office sofa was soon filled with the refreshing fragrance of tea. This time the tea was very light.

Miao Shui was very satisfied with the light tea and not bitterness. After drinking a cup of tea, he took out the reason for this trip from his coat pocket.

"Come on, kid, I haven't slept all night, so I prepared this specially for you."

Miaoshui pushed something in front of Huo Yu. It was a small porcelain vase with exquisite workmanship.

The body of the bottle also has ancient and complicated patterns. A knowledgeable person will know at a glance that the bottle is worth a lot of money.

Huo Yu's eyes lingered on the small porcelain bottle for a moment, then he reached out and took his fingertips and rubbed the lines on the bottle for a long time, feeling a deep and well-hidden yearning.

Miaoshui also didn't realize that although the taste of light tea was fragrant and not bitter, it couldn't fully satisfy the old lady.

He took out a hard candy with the word "Beautiful Girl" printed on the wrapper, slowly peeled it open and ate it in his mouth.

The sweet taste quickly permeates the taste buds, and when you are in a good mood, you can explain easily.

"Emperor, don't underestimate the power of this small bottle. When you get back, you can coax my disciple to eat it.

One for you and one for her. After eating, you will perform Zhougong rituals. You will definitely be pregnant within seven days. "

"Ding-"

The elevator door opened at this time, and the woman's tall and slender figure came into view.

Although they obviously didn't do anything wrong, Huo Yu and Miaoshui looked inevitably startled.

Song Qing was dressed in a casual style, with her long black wavy hair tied up like a waterfall.

She applied a little makeup very carelessly, but her face was still stunningly beautiful.

Song Qing was surprised to see the little old lady. She carried her bag and sat down on the sofa.

At first glance, he noticed the small porcelain bottle that Huo Yu held in his palm. Without him, it was a unique object of the Dayuan Palace.

"This is……"

"Why are you here? Is it hot?"

The pretty red lips were about to ask questions but were interrupted by the man's voice. The beautiful eyes raised up were filled with doubts.

Looking at Miaoshui opposite, the little old woman looked away as if she hadn't seen him.

"not hot."

Having said that, he still picked up Huo Yu's tea cup honestly and drank the remaining half of the tea.

Huo Yu was used to Song Qing's behavior and put the porcelain bottle back on the table.

He picked up the teapot and added tea to the empty teacup. When he wanted to add tea to the Miaoshui teacup, the old woman waved her hand and refused.

"No, you two can just take a sip. Old lady, I'll eat some sweets and it'll make me sour."

Song Qing's attention was now on the porcelain bottle and she didn't think much about the words. She picked up the teacup and put it to her lips and took a sip.

"Master, when did you switch to eating sour food?"

Huo Yu smiled and said nothing. He placed his big palm on the back of Song Qing's neck and squeezed it gently with his thick fingertips.

Miaoshui's shrewd and kind face had a strange expression, and he was muttering in his heart, "Smash it, hit it, hit it, hit it."

Her apprentice had some cleverness in the past, but why did he become so stupid when he was with the emperor?

Everything he did was to help his two children. Miaoshui didn't stay long before he got up and left.

Huo Yu asked A Yi to drive the old lady back. Before entering the elevator, Miaoshui did not forget to tell Song Qing to look for the turbid air.

Song Qing agreed, and when he saw the elevator floor digital display descending, he turned around and hugged Huo Yu's narrow waist without restraint.

The hand restlessly touched enough, and the long and shiny fingertips hooked the collar of the man's black shirt and twisted it,

"Donor Huo, tell me honestly, is the thing in the porcelain bottle the Shiquan Dabu Pill?"

She's not really stupid, she can probably guess it by looking at her master's evasive eyes.

Huo Yu's handsome three-dimensional face showed a deep smile. In spite of his indulgence, he dragged the woman's butt with his big palm and picked her up to the hidden compartment.

"What are you doing, in broad daylight?"

Song Qing's two weak and boneless arms were placed on Huo Yu's shoulders, her beautiful eyes were as soft as water,

The anger was still gone, but the familiar, tender and lingering kiss was already covering her, as hot and long as ever.

There are curtains in the rest room to block the light, and the air conditioner automatically activates after the two people come in. The wisps of air conditioning are quite timely.

"Why would Qingqing think about Dabuwan, huh?"

Just one kiss,

Huo Yu had no consciousness that his own weight would crush the woman he loved, so he greedily got close to the graceful body.

Song Qing wanted to reach out and push, but thought of something and stopped thinking. Instead, the tear mole at the end of the left eye was filled with a rebellious and playful interest.

He was not in a hurry to answer, but moved his feet to kick off his high heels. Then he met Huo Yu's dark eyes and spoke slowly,

"Master, she worries about you all day long. She has mentioned to me several times about giving you some big supplement pills, but I never agreed."

The high heels hit the ground with a crisp and sweet sound. Song Qing did this often at home.

Huo Yu knew all about women's bad habits, big and small. The advantage was that Song Qing had a good sense of proportion and would not know how to do it outside.

Therefore, Huo Yu, who was not too aggressive, would usually be tolerant. He would only kiss a woman's lips with a strong sense of punishment and have no further plans.

He wasn't angry that his ability was being questioned, but he was interested in not answering the question.

"The old priest has such good intentions, why don't you agree?"

Song Qing: "?"

No, why is Donor Huo different from other men?

Last night, I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stand her grandma's nagging, so she would take the initiative to open an order to prove that she was not good enough.

Why is it that now that he is told that master doubts his ability, he is not angry but feels good?

"Song Qing."

A voice as mellow and sexy as strong liquor sounded in my ears, containing a sea of ​​deep affection and a hint of obvious pleasure, "It seems that I satisfied you very much."

It was neither a light nor a serious statement, but a suspicious redness appeared on Song Qing's face, which was extremely unpromising, and it spread all the way to the ends of the raised eyes.

I didn't dare to look into Huo Yu's scorching black eyes, and the sultry and lazy voice was extremely unnatural.

"You are not allowed to eat what is available or not."

She was afraid that she would die on the bed. At that time, the high priest's face would be completely lost and he would never be able to get it back.

Huo Yu's hard chest shook, and the joyful deep laughter escaped from his throat without concealment, and the sound was clearly heard in the lounge and reached Song Qing's ears.

"Nangong Yu!"

Song Qing was so ashamed and angry that she lowered her voice and glanced at the hidden door of the compartment with guilty eyes.

If I remember correctly, this door has no soundproofing effect at all. It is true that no one dares to come in without permission.

This point is also the unified rest period for the group, but the fear of embarrassment is causing trouble.

Huo Yu obediently stopped laughing, and was finally willing to move his body away from pressing the woman.

However, before Song Qing could relax and breathe a sigh of relief, her waist tightened and the two people's original positions quietly changed in an instant.

This Nangong Yu's voice invisibly awakened the indescribable feeling of Emperor Dayuan deep in Huo Yu's soul.

The strong arms tightly imprisoned Song Qing, preventing Song Qing from escaping. His broad, dry palms slapped the woman's buttocks, and the sound was deep.

"Song Qing, call me husband."

At this moment, Song Qing was like a wild cat under attack. She was about to reveal her sharp claws when she heard the man add slowly,

"Qingqing, call my husband to come and listen, be good."

This hoarse and sexy voice carries a deep sense of coaxing.

I'm going to torture you guys hehehe~ Thank you for your understanding~