Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing didn't want to listen, and after hearing the unfounded and worrying words, she felt strange in her heart.

The fingers holding the chopsticks paused for a moment. Why have I been so prone to negative emotions recently?

11:21 noon. It is easy to feel sleepy after lunch, but it is not advisable to lie down and sleep after eating.

Song Qing sunk deeply into the comfortable sofa, with half of her face leaning on Huo Yu's shoulder.

She was bored and flipping through the historical records in her hand. There were many volumes of books. The one she was holding was one of them.

Almost every page has key points underlined, and every marked handwriting is undoubtedly written by Huo Yu.

After a moment's thought, you can understand why Donor Huo spent so much time doing this.

Song Qing stopped turning pages and turned her beautiful eyes to observe the man beside her quietly.

After a short pause, he captured the excellent fatigue hidden between his eyebrows, and the corners of his red lips were slightly pursed.

Even though she felt distressed, she was extremely glad that she understood what Dayuan meant to Nangong Yu's heart. Fortunately, she didn't do it because of selfish motives.

Asking him to choose between Dayuan and himself, he put his hand on the thigh of Huo Yu's suit pants while thinking.

"Master Huo."

Huo Yu stopped turning the pages, covered the catkins with his big palm and squeezed the woman's fingertips with great force, and spoke with a mellow voice full of laughter and understanding.

"If you can't stand it, stop watching it. Don't force it."

There is something in this sentence. As for the reason, both of them knew it well. Song Qing's eyelids twitched but he couldn't explain it.

He took the book out of Huo Yu's palm and put it on the table. He took the person by the hand and led him to the hidden rest room.

Huo Yu just thought that Song Qing wanted to sleep with him, indulged him and followed him to rest obediently.

Song Qing was indeed very sleepy. Her eyelids were fluttering up and down before her consciousness blurred. She hugged the man's narrow waist tightly with her arms and her voice was lazy.

"I'll help you read those books later. Don't think about going out to read them while I'm asleep. Nangong Yu, I've been listening to you recently and you have to be good."

No matter how strong the words were, I couldn't hold back the intense sleepiness that swept over me one after another. I closed my beautiful eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When Huo Yu calmed down, all he could see was his beloved woman sleeping soundly nestled in his chest.

After recalling Song Qing's words, a smile appeared on the cold thin lips, and he leaned forward to kiss the soft red lips. The tone was low, pleasant and hoarse,

"You've learned to feel sorry for others, huh?"

…

Six p.m,

A drizzling curtain of rain enveloped the entire mountain forest. After dinner, there were constant voices in the living room.

Huo Yu and the old lady mentioned the matter of holding a make-up wedding in the near future, and the old lady agreed immediately.

"It's time to do it as soon as possible. If you don't do it, Qingqing's belly will get bigger. You should have done it when you received the certificate. It's also you, Ayu. Last time I mentioned it, you said you were not in a hurry."

Xingxing sat next to Song Qing holding the tablet, lowering his head and poking at the screen with his meaty fingers to play Xiaoxiaoluo.

Hearing the wedding, he looked up at Song Qing, tilted his head to organize his words, and then asked in a soft voice,

"Sister, is it true this time? Is it okay for me to wear the beautiful dress that Xingxing picked out for you last time to marry my eldest brother?"

The little guy still remembers what happened last time and is very upset about it.

"sure."

Song Qing's beautiful eyes curved into a smile as gentle as water. How could she bear to refuse such a cute little creature?

Xingxing's eyes suddenly glowed brightly, he put down his tablet and pulled on the armrest of the sofa.

She stepped down first with her short legs, then hummed again and again, sticking her butt out and getting off the sofa.

The sofa in the living room of the old house is generally low, and the floor is covered with carpets with complicated patterns.

Don’t worry about the little one getting hurt from falling, Xingxing can climb the sofa skillfully and smoothly.

Soon his two feet landed firmly on the ground, he picked up the tablet and ran towards the old lady excitedly.

Now Huo Yu and the old lady were sitting together, Xingxing was tugging at Huo Yu's suit pants.

While using his strength to sit in his uncle's arms, he picked up the tablet on the sofa.

"Big brother, big brother, I still have the beautiful skirt from last time. Let me show it to you. It is especially suitable for my beautiful sister. It's really good~"

"Well, let me take a look."

The sleeves of Huo Yu's black shirt were half-rolled, and his strong arms were behind the stars to prevent the little guy from twisting too much and making him unable to sit still.

"Wait a minute, we'll find it soon."

Xingxing lowered his head and slid his fingers on the screen, fearing that his uncle would be impatient and stop reading.

Using her little milky voice to soothe and coax people softly, Huo Yutong's aura completely dissipated and cooperated with the little guy,

"good."

There is no sense of inconsistency in the picture, and the whole scene is quite harmonious, as if people of the same age are talking and discussing things.

The smile in Song Qing's eyes grew stronger, and she knew without even thinking that Benefactor Huo would be a very good father in the future.

The old lady felt happy when she saw her eldest daughter-in-law smiling at her, and waved to Song Qing.

"Come, dear, let's discuss with grandma who should be invited to the banquet and the wedding venue."

Huo Shaochen and Shi Qingrou haven't come back yet. Today, Xingxing stayed in the old house for the old lady and the servants to watch.

Now that Xingxing is busy trying to get praise and approval from his uncle, the old lady naturally has time.

Song Qing stood up and went over to sit in the empty seat specially made by the old lady. On her left were Huo Yu and Xiao Xingxing.

"I have an idea about the wedding venue. The manor where you live now has a garden that is wider than the garden at the old house.

It will be very suitable to be used as a venue at that time. After the wedding, you can rest without having to worry about it. What do you think? "

The old lady took Song Qing's hand and told her what she had planned for a long time. Her face covered with fine lines showed a look of inquiry.

Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, and each generation has different ideas and concepts.

It’s okay to give advice to the elders, but in the end let the juniors make their own decisions.

"It's very good grandma, I think it's okay."

Song Qing readily accepted this suggestion. Firstly, it was really suitable. Secondly, the word "worry-free" reflected her dislike of trouble.

Since I have decided to go through this ceremony, I definitely can’t do it perfunctory, but of course I can’t let it go if it’s simple and relaxing.

On your wedding day, there is no reason to tire yourself out with unnecessary superficial efforts.

At nine o'clock, the night is getting darker,

When the couple walked out of the bathroom together, Huo Yu's charging cell phone on the bedside table rang with an incoming call.

Huo Yu walked over to pick it up, while Song Qing's straight and white long legs overlapped comfortably.

I sat on the sofa and picked up the historical records and read them page by page. I wanted to share the burden with Huo Donor, not just for words.

"It's okay, I haven't rested yet, just tell me."

Huo Yu came over and sat down on the sofa, took a clean towel and wiped Song Qing's hair.

The phone was turned on and placed on the table, and Wen Sheng's resolute voice soon sounded,

"After I came back, I mentioned your matter to my dad. He just came over and told me that he agreed. He can go there and apply with the superior tomorrow morning.

Just like Pei Jinnian said, the nature of this matter is different, and it will go smoothly if nothing unexpected happens. "

Wen Sheng said at noon today that he would give a reply the day after tomorrow at the latest, so he called now.

This shows that the possibility of this matter being recognized by the superiors is still very high. Such a result was expected by Huo Yu.

"Sorry for the trouble, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"You're welcome, it's okay."

The conversation between men is generally straightforward, and the phone call ends quickly after a few words.