Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing raised her eyebrows, held Huo Yu's face buried in her shoulders and neck with both hands, and leaned her upper body back slightly.

"So, donor Huo, can you tell me what caused you to take back such thoughts later?"

Unexpectedly, the joking with a smile was stronger, mainly because she could roughly guess the reason.

After Huo Yu put his palms on Song Qing's waist to protect him, he leaned his broad back against the sofa.

With a little effort on his arms, he pulled the woman over to face him, grabbed the woman's buttocks with his big hands and pulled her up.

Song Qing's sitting position was passively moved from her thighs to her explosive eight-pack abs.

Huo Yu's slender legs then spread to the left and right sides. It can be said that the sitting posture of Da Ma Jin Dao is more vivid.

Lowering his eyes, he took Song Qing's beautiful and charming face, which was stained with anger, into his eyes, smiled, and stretched out the traces of smile on his eyebrows.

The thumb and index finger landed on the woman's delicate cheek and pinched it with excellent control.

"You were there at the time, and our children were also there. It was not suitable for a big fight. This is one of the reasons."

Song Qing put her hands on the man's shoulders that were exposed to the air, and closed her eyes when she heard the words. She was half right.

"Secondly, the William Group's involvement in the royal family of Country Y is a problem in itself. William came to China and came to the underground city tonight.

Everyone on his side should know that if he cannot go back today, he will definitely alarm the royal family of Country Y.

No matter how clean I wipe the traces here, they will not give up. "

Huo Yu picked up a strand of black wavy hair and rubbed it on his fingertips. The semi-dry hand felt slightly moist.

I picked up the towel that was thrown aside and touched it. Most of the towels were still dry, so I didn't need to get a new one.

The couple's eyes are facing each other, and they can understand what the other person wants to express without even looking at each other.

"..."

What could Song Qing do? She put her hands on the man's shoulders obediently and changed into a comfortable sitting position.

Immediately, half of his face was pressed against his hard chest, motionless, waiting for Huo Yu to wipe his hair.

It is like a wild cat that has been tamed by its owner and put away its sharp claws. There is still a lot of arrogance in its docility.

Huo Yu's thin lips curled up in undisguised joy, and the smile marks on his handsome face were deep.

While wiping the hair of the unusually obedient woman in his arms, he continued the rest of his unfinished words.

"If I don't go back to Dayuan and I fire off my gun tonight, the worst I can do is fight a long war with that side.

But since I want to go back, it’s not appropriate to make the relationship between the two parties too tense so that Ating won’t be completely involved.

In the future, all the uncles in the family, as well as Young Minister Ah Ran, will have less trouble. "

Song Qing couldn't deny it. She and Benefactor Huo thought about this together.

In the corridor tonight, the reason why I stood up and mentioned to William that the Dragon Head Cup would bring bad luck,

She can help if there is any trouble, part of the reason is also because of this,

William insisted on snatching the left and right dragon head cups from their hands.

When he comes to her for help later, even if William doesn't accept their side of the relationship, he won't have another grudge.

Donor Huo has been engaged in a business war with William Group during this period, but she has been unable to do anything to help.

The appearance of the dragon-headed horn cup happened to be within the scope of her main abilities.

Since the great magic stick can be used as a side trick, of course she can help a little bit.

As for why she is so confident that William will come to her for help...

Don't ask, the question is that the high priest can know numerology, predict good and bad luck, know the past and predict the future.

Song Qing was thinking about this effort, and her long black wavy hair was scattered on her slender back.

Huo Yu had already wiped it about 80% dry. There was obviously a ready-made hair dryer in the room.

Neither of them thought of using it. After all, it was not so much wiping their hair.

It is better to say that it is a little fun to enhance the relationship between husband and wife, plain and beautiful.

"Thank you for your hard work, husband, what about a reward~"

Song Qing straightened up and spoke with a soft voice. She smiled and took the initiative to lean over and give him a feather-like kiss.

Unusually,

Huo Yu was not in a hurry to deepen the kiss. He put the towel aside and took Song Qing's left hand.

The fingers are long and shiny, and the skin is porcelain white and delicate. The feeling of holding it in the palm is undoubtedly excellent.

There is just a long, thin scratch in the middle of the index finger, and a very shallow scab has formed.

Despite this, Huo Yu's brows were still barely visible. He raised his eyes, and his mellow and restrained voice was rarely stern.

"Getting more and more squeamish."

What he meant was that tonight in the private room, Song Qing was unwilling to eat the slightly oxidized apple chunks that had been left in the fruit plate for a while.

You have to ask the waiter to get a fruit knife and a whole apple, peel it and eat it yourself.

Song Qing's beautiful eyes were erratic and she didn't dare to look into Huo Yu's eyes, pretending to be indulgent.

He responded with a muffled voice and looked away. The high priest could predict the future.

But there is a prerequisite, which is to use blood as a sacrifice. She wants to determine whether William will come to her for help in the future. This step is essential.

Based on her understanding of this man, she would definitely not agree to it. Peel an apple or something.

There was no other way, it was the worst of the worst, after all, she really didn't like the feeling of pain.

"Next time, call someone over and ask him to peel and cut whatever fruit you want in front of you. You don't have to do it yourself."

You see, I still feel distressed.

The mole at the end of Song Qing's eyes raised, and when she looked at the man again, her eyebrows were affectionate and she was smiling.

"I understand, Donor Huo, I will never make a mistake again. I have been a bit squeamish recently, and I will change it."

While having a good attitude towards admitting her mistake, her French manicure tip hooked up to the corners of the black bath towel.

It seems to be done unintentionally but also intentionally, after all, he has a wild cat-like temperament.

I have to be a little uneasy even when I admit my mistakes. It seems that this way I can feel more balanced.

Huo Yuyouyuan's eyes darkened, and this time, the deep kiss came as expected.

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The next day,

It is a continuously rainy day in the capital today, and the entire forest in the private estate is shrouded in a misty rain curtain.

The large-screen LCD TV in the living room was playing the animated version of Journey to the West. In the kitchen, Aunt Wu and another servant were preparing lunch.

Song Qing had just finished a game with Bai Cha, and learned the lesson from the old woman's voice reprimand last time.

This time she planned to wait until lunch before bringing up the matter of turbidity to the old lady, and the earliest she would have to wait was 11 o'clock.

"Sister Qingqing, brother-in-law and the others haven't come back yet?"

Bai Cha's whispering voice came through the microphone in the darkened room. This, they,

Undoubtedly, it is used very cleverly. It is self-evident that I know what I really want to ask.

Song Qing glanced at the 10:21 displayed in the time bar in the upper right corner, took a sip of the lemonade on the table.

"No, it's still early. Donor Huo and the others usually finish work after eleven o'clock."

Of course this Bai Cha knew, but he just learned about what happened in the underground city corridor last night from Song Qing's mouth, so he was worried.