Madam is a Superstar

It's dark at four o'clock in the morning, and the passage to the underground city will be closed in half an hour.

Luxury cars of all colors left the venue in an orderly manner from the front entrance, while at another entrance,

Jiang Ting's men drove a convoy to surround William's convoy and sent William out of the underground city.

Huo Yu's straight and proud figure stood under the street lamp, and the chill in his eyes still lingered in William's motorcade.

The sleeves of the black shirt are half-rolled, and the woman's soft hand is resting on the muscular arm.

Song Qing looked away from the motorcade hidden in the darkness, and glanced at the two discarded white wings on the ground.

Thinking about the scene he had just spied on, the corner of his mouth curled up with great interest.

He retracted his eyes, leaned against Huo Yu's broad shoulders, and closed his eyelids lightly, his voice hinting of sleepiness.

"Donor Huo, it's time to go home. Fanduanzi told me that she misses the bed and pillows at home."

The evening breeze blew by, and there was a rare chill in the air at this point.

The shadows of the couple holding hands were reflected on the floor, walking towards the black motorcade a few steps away.

Shen Bai and the bodyguard followed closely behind, and a group of people passed by the feather wings lying on the ground, leaving obvious footprints one after another.

Beijiao Avenue,

The rearview mirror clearly reflected the surrounding vehicles that were gradually evacuating and disjointed behind the car. William's eyes were indescribably sinister.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

Veins popped out on the arm of the bodyguard who was controlling the steering wheel. He glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, feeling very angry about being threatened and allowed to be fucked tonight.

“Return to the hotel.”

Compared with the extreme dissatisfaction leaked by the bodyguard, William's reaction was relatively cold.

He casually brought the dragon head horn cup to his eyes, and stroked his hand over the high dragon head and the lifelike carved lines.

"can such a little thing bring me bad luck? it's ridiculous."

The evacuation of the convoy made the few blondes completely let go of their fears, and they looked at each other for the rest of their lives.

One by one, they stood up from their seats and moved towards William, "Dear..."

"peng!!"

The sound of the brakes was accompanied by the muffled sound of heavy objects hitting the glass, intertwined with the panicked screams of several girls.

…

private estate,

The spacious bedroom on the second floor has soft light, and it takes about half an hour to get back from the dungeon.

I had some midnight snacks and just took a shower. The sleepiness along the way was somewhat diluted.

"Hello, I am your know-it-all little sheep. Just now, the little sheep got the latest news.

Just on our Beijiao Avenue Expressway, there was a traffic accident half an hour ago.

The door of a truck carrying live pigs was suddenly damaged and opened accidentally. Thirty pigs rolled down and hit the vehicle behind.

This resulted in a rear-end collision with the vehicle behind, causing injuries to the people in the vehicle. Currently,

The injured have been sent to the hospital for further examination, and the traffic police have also blocked the road section for follow-up processing..."

Song Qing Ge You was lying on a soft and comfortable sofa, her long wavy black hair half-dried and draped over her shoulders.

Her long, straight, white legs were folded casually, with her heels touching the table.

Following the sound of the small video in my hand, I had a particularly bad habit of wandering slowly from time to time.

"peng!!"

The road surveillance attached to the video clearly shows large white pigs tumbling down from the truck at high speeds.

The scene on the glass of the car that hit William's motorcade was restored. After all, the innocent second senior brother looked a little pitiful.

Song Qing pursed her red lips, trying her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that kept rising.

It's just the teardrops flying at the end of the eyes, but at this moment, they are out of the owner's control.

"Pfft."

"cough."

Song Qing coughed unnaturally and took a sip of the health-preserving and sleep-aiding scented tea at hand. I'm sorry, I really couldn't hold it back.

I tilted my head in the direction of the bathroom out of the corner of my eye, and could vaguely hear the sound of the shower inside.

He retracted his eyes and poked the screen with his fingertips, clicking on favorites. He glanced at 5:01 displayed in the upper right corner.

Exit the short video and click on the WeChat friend page. After thinking about it for a while, I still didn’t bother the little old lady by forwarding it.

Forget it, it’s not too late to talk about the turbulent matters tomorrow. As for William’s side…

The bad luck has just begun, and the second brother on the expressway tonight is just the beginning.

Compared with Song Qing, the time Huo Yu spent taking a bath was generally shorter.

Song Qing drank less than a third of a cup of scented tea when the half-closed bathroom door was opened from inside.

"Fa Hai, Xu Xian and I are in true love, why do you want to break us up?"

Song Qing was scrolling through the short video, so focused on the funny plot in the video that she didn’t pay attention to the movement behind her.

"Because you're a goblin!"

Fahai's accent, which deliberately marketed a funny atmosphere, made Song Qing unconsciously raise the corner of her mouth, and the familiar ambergris approached,

The clear breath diverted Song Qing's attention from the screen to Huo Yu. With a quick glance,

Huo Yu's slender and well-proportioned fingers unexpectedly lifted his chin, and his cold thin lips kissed the tempting red lips.

A kiss that touches the water like a dragonfly is just a taste, the narrow and dark eyes are the most tender when they look at each other, and the gentle voice is charming,

"Qingqing is also a fairy, mine."

My two-character "Huo Yu Ya" is very strong, and the fleeting violence in the dungeon seems to have the meaning of recurring again.

Song Qing's fingers touched the man's shoulder, and the touch was slightly cool as expected. Ever since she became pregnant with powdered dumplings,

Donor Huo took cold showers more and more often and wiped a drop of water off his muscles.

"Why are you angry again? Come on, calm down. Of course I'm yours. From my hair to my toes, I belong to you alone.

In this way, from now on, I will wrap myself up tightly and not go out to meet people, so others can’t look at me, okay? "

She knew that this man minded when William looked at her in the corridor, but she didn't expect that he would mind so much.

Huo Yu took the woman's fingertips and kissed her warmly. Then he came to the sofa and sat down. He stretched out his arms to pull her over and sit on his lap.

Huo Yu just came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a black bath towel. Fortunately, Song Qing was used to it.

He put his hands on the man's shoulders and adjusted his posture to a comfortable position. He smiled and reached out to pinch Huo Yu's ears.

"When we were in the corridor tonight, I thought you would shoot William down and grab the Dragon's Head Cup."

The two of them have grown up together, and she covets his body because she likes him.

She is particularly attentive to his things, whether it is a habit or a small inadvertent action,

She knew it all by heart, the emotions revealed during the bidding process and the habit of slowly rubbing her thumb joints.

She thought that tonight's Dragon Head Cup matter would not turn out so easily. After all, the current Huo Benefactor was not only the overlord of the capital who had lived in this different world for twenty-seven years,

After my memory was restored, I was still the Emperor Dayuan who did not tolerate disobedience. Under the dynasty where imperial power was supreme,

The majesty of the emperor brooks no provocation. Regardless of the war between countries, Nangong Yu will always bear the burden of killing.

So there was no blood, and William was even politely asked to leave the dungeon, which really surprised her.

"Well, I did have this idea."

Huo Yu's three-dimensional and handsome face was buried in Song Qing's iris-scented shoulder and neck. He didn't hide much from his beloved woman and spoke frankly.