Madam is a Superstar

After the call ended, Song Qing returned to the WeChat chat page and found that Master had sent several more messages.

The sweet-loving old lady [Disciple, you’re not really going to argue with the emperor, are you? It’s not that we really aren’t,

Didn't the emperor do all this just to make you come back? As my master, I finally watched you two achieve positive results.

Are we going to fall short again at the end of the day? ! Old lady, I am so old, but I can't stand this excitement. 】

[Where are the people? 】

[Child, are you going to be so angry? 】

The last one is a voice message, which is relatively short and lasts less than ten seconds.

"You damn kid, you've learned to turn a blind eye and not reply to messages!? Where's my bamboo stick, old lady?

Old man, I have to let you reminisce today, the fried pork with bamboo shoots that you loved to eat when you were a child! "

Song Qing's eyelids twitched. The fried pork with bamboo shoots in the little old woman's mouth was nothing more than a spanking with bamboo sticks.

There was really no need to recall that feeling, but she also recalled the time when her master chased her and beat her.

When she was little, she hid behind the young boy Nangong Yu. At that time, the master had no time to stop the bamboo stick in his hand.

Just like that, he hit Nangong Yu. She clearly saw the young boy frowning.

But afterwards she asked him if it hurt the little boy and he still said no. Some of this man's habits really haven't changed since he was a child.

However, some of these habits seem to be known only to her. Such knowledge,

Song Qing's lips curled up into a smile unconsciously, and her fingers became brisk as she typed on the keyboard to reply to the old lady's message.

Dayuan's second magic stick

[No quarrel, I just made a phone call to make it clear. I didn’t notice the message you sent.

Fried meat with bamboo shoots is not necessary. Master, is there any way you can convince Grandma Ayu? 】

"Buzz-"

Miaoshui quickly replied to the message, and the reply was still a voice note. The voice note was neither long nor short.

"According to what you said, I can't think of any good solution for the time being.

But after all, there is still more than half a year, so we are not in a hurry. Rong Weishi will think about it carefully during this time, and he will always be able to come up with a way to deal with it.

As long as there is no quarrel, tsk tsk tsk, kid, you have made some progress after so many years. "

In Miao Shui's tone, there was quite a sense of sadness as if a daughter had grown up in our family. Of course, the one who sighed the most was the one who sighed the most.

Song Qing replied with an emoticon and then didn’t reply. She had no way of replying to whether she had grown or not.

Because she knew that it was not that she was any better than before, but that her love for Nangong Yu was connected now.

It was obvious. They both knew that they loved each other deeply, and their relationship had reached a relatively solid point.

Instead of the unrequited love that she thought was wishful thinking like before, Nangong Yu had never expressed his feelings for her directly.

So even if there were any feelings, they would be gone with just a touch of your finger.

…

Huo Yu returned to the manor at noon the next day, but the old lady still refused to let go.

And the attitude was tough and there was no room for negotiation at all, and it remained the same in the next few days.

The couple has no choice but to live a normal life except for this matter.

While walking among the three old people, the wedding of the two also arrived as scheduled.

On the last day of August,

In the early morning, the weather in Beijing is very good today. As the old woman said, today is indeed a good and auspicious day.

At around 6 o'clock, the private manor that should have been quiet according to past habits,

At this moment, it is already in an overall busy state. The back garden of the wedding venue,

It was decorated grandly and beautifully, and the large area of ​​vibrant red roses was particularly eye-catching.

Especially under the light golden morning light, the delicate petals seem to be plated with gold.

The bodyguards and servants were busy coming and going in an orderly manner, and the manor had a large parking lot.

Today, in addition to the male host’s fleet of black cars and the hostess’s fiery red Ferrari,

There were also a few more luxury cars of different colors. After all, it was still early and the extra cars were family cars.

As the name of the three sworn brothers in Taoyuan in the Song family courtyard, Xu Shenbaicha, who was sworn sworn brother to Song Qing, was of course also among the family members.

main building,

The spacious living room is very lively at this moment. Grandpa Song, Grandma Song, the old lady and other elders of the Huo family,

Almost everyone was sitting on the sofa talking together, including Song Jianguo.

The juniors are in the cloakrooms on the second and third floors respectively, and the bride’s cloakroom is on the third floor.

The groom's dressing room is on the second floor. In most cases, women always talk more than men.

Therefore, the most lively place in the entire main building, besides the living room, is the bride's dressing room on the third floor.

"Sister Qingqing is so beautiful today. Why am I not a man? In this case, I can marry Sister Qingqing.

It’s really too cheap for my brother-in-law’s big pig’s hooves! Humph, it really makes people jealous! "

The door of the cloakroom is now open. Walking in the corridor, you can hear Bai Cha's lemon-scented voice in the distance.

Song Qing let the tea girl, who was wearing a bridesmaid dress, hold her waist and make love every day.

Slender green-white fingers fiddled with the two twin ponytails. As one of today's protagonists,

She was still sleepy at the moment, and the beautiful eyes that were half-opened despite her sleepiness were the best proof.

But there is no way, who asked the master to calculate the time and place it there.

"No, no, no, little sister. The beautiful sister can only marry the eldest brother. Little sister, please calm down~"

Xingxing was also in the cloakroom, coming to see her beautiful sister and the beautiful dress she chose.

The little guy got anxious when he heard Bai Cha's words. He didn't pay attention to Mommy's words about not causing trouble.

A small ball with short and soft legs ran over and hugged Song Qing's wedding dress with a slap.

Afraid that Bai Cha would really take away the beautiful sister who belongs to the eldest brother, he raised his furry head,

With a fair and soft little bun face, his expression was serious and he was reasoning with Bai Cha.

Bai Cha was stunned for a moment, and then the whole pink girl's heart melted in love with the little cute thing.

He didn’t hug Sister Yu’s waist tightly anymore, squatted down and blinked face to face with Xingxing,

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, little cutie. If I don't compete with your elder brother for sister Qingqing, then, cutie, you..."

Thinking of the little cutie with makeup on her face and the white tea in her mouth, why don’t you kiss her sister? I turned a corner.

"My dear, can you give your sister a loving hug?"

"Okay!"

For such a small request, Xingxing nodded in agreement without even thinking about it.

Then he took two steps forward, opened his short hands and gave Bai Cha a loving hug.

Five soft fingers never forget to pat Bai Cha's back gently, and the sweet sound of milk is soothing.

"It's okay, little sister, you don't have to be sad if you don't have a beautiful sister. You still have Brother Bai. Xingxing just saw Nun, and Brother Bai kissed you."

"Oh my god, baby, how can you be so good!"

Xingxing comforted her like this, and Bai Cha wanted to find a colorful sack on the spot and steal the cute thing home.