Madam is a Superstar

"Brother Ran."

Zhang Yang's voice was hoarse and obscure, he was so sad that he had no appetite at all,

Since the bowl of snail noodles in the school cafeteria at noon yesterday, no rice has been eaten yet.

"Do you think my mother can sue my father for divorce after waking up?"

In his opinion, mom and dad are together not because of love but because of makeshift, and he knows that mom also thought about divorce,

Dad slapped Mom for the first time when he was seven years old, but Mom didn't,

It's just that when I was packing my luggage and was about to leave, my mother hesitated when I saw him holding on to the door frame at a loss.

In the end, I hugged him and wailed loudly, but I still stayed. It was because of his patience all these years,

Patiently enduring living with a person who is not at the same level in terms of thought or living habits,

He knew that all the concessions and tolerances made by his mother were because of him.

"meeting."

Huo Ran glanced at Zhang Ximei who was lying safely on the hospital bed, the emotion in his eyes was inexplicable under the cover of black broken hair,

His mother passed away when he was very young, so he didn't quite understand the relationship between mother and child.

The old man has never married again, and the elders in the family love him very much. Naturally, he doesn't feel so much about maternal love.

"You need help to sue and tell me, our family's elite lawyers are in charge, don't be polite to me."

"Brother Ran, thank you."

Zhang Yang's eyes were red and he was sobbing and uncomfortable, just when the nurse knocked on the door and brought the food,

"Eat something, your mother still wants you to take care of it."

After leaving this sentence, Huo Ran left the ward, went to the smoking room in silence, took out his mobile phone to make a call after a cigarette was burned out,

"Brat, are you causing trouble again?" An angry voice came from the other end.

Huo Ran's mood is very heavy and complicated. He used to take it for granted that it was nothing.

In contrast, I suddenly realized how rare and precious the family environment I had all the time. The unruly and wild teenagers are rarely moved and sensational.

"Dad, I love you."

The other end of the phone was quiet for a long time, maybe I felt that I answered the wrong call,

After confirming that it was the son of a bitch in his family, his voice was full of concern,

"Son, are you okay?"

Huo Ran: "..."

"Aren't you in the hospital? Why don't we go and see our brains? Son, dad told you that if you are sick, we must treat it in time. It is a taboo to avoid medical treatment when you are sick."

The chatter over there started again, Huo Ran's face turned dark, well, after all, he paid by mistake.

In summer, it should be hot or hot,

In just one morning, the traces of yesterday's heavy rain were almost dried by the scorching sun.

"Send me your detailed address, baby, and I'll place an order for you with the latest Lolita."

in a private estate,

Nearly half of Song Qing's people were immersed in the comfortable and cold swimming pool, holding a mobile phone to send a voice to Baicha,

A face that bewitches the king and the queen is eye-catching with tears and moles, and the lips are red without point,

Fitted sea blue swimsuit, long black wavy hair loosened up casually,

The devil's curvy figure is like a mermaid fleeing in the ocean.

"Buzz."

Seconds back, first the detailed address and then the ten-second voice bar,

"Sister Qingqing, you don't know how much my brother-in-law went too far yesterday. It's fine if he snatched you away from him.

I don't care about people being cold and violent to others, it can be fierce, fierce, fierce, the kind with a dark face,

Everyone cried, but he left without looking back and let his assistant ignore me,

Let me walk behind in a pitiful way with an umbrella, I, I, I can be wronged, wronged! "

"I didn't kill her."

With a mellow sound, Song Qing raised her eyes and looked at the man who was walking towards her with a clean white bath towel.

Casual home clothes inexplicably made Huo Yu less awe-inspiring and fierce as the overlord of the capital.

Huo Yu came to the edge of the swimming pool, bent over, stretched out his hand, Song Qing's upturned eyes raised,

Put your hands into your broad, dry palms, and step up from the swimming pool with your straight long legs,

He took the bath towel and wiped it casually, then went to the recliner and lay down lazily without moving, like a satisfied wild cat.

"Whatever you want for lunch, I'll make it for you."

The refreshing tea fragrance was lingering, Song Qing tilted her head and caught sight of Huo Yu's focused profile,

Seriously making tea, acting like a veteran cadre, I realized later that I have never seen a dog man smoking or drinking.

"Honey, aren't you busy today?"

"Not busy, stay with you."

A reply with a mellow and deep voice, just like pushing the ups and downs of tea in a celadon teacup, and after being drawn into the throat, the sweetness will return for a long time,

"Your friend told me that you were not in a good mood yesterday, so I will accompany you. You can tell me if you are unhappy. It doesn't matter if you don't want to. I will accompany you wherever you want to eat or go."

Bad mood?

Song Qing's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly recalled what happened, yes, that phone call from Song Jianguo,

She propped her chin with one hand and fell into deep thought. She is a person who has a great forgetfulness, except for holding grudges.

But was she that obvious last night? I can feel the white tea coming out, and there is an extra pack of cigarettes and mint flavor in front of my eyes.

Song Qing came back to her senses, looking strange and puzzled.

Huo Yu's arm with well-defined wrist bones raised his big palm and rubbed Song Qing's curly hair, pampering and tolerant,

"This is a cigarette that is relatively less harmful to the human body developed by a scientific research institute under the group.

The taste should be similar to the one you usually smoke, it doesn't matter to you but you should smoke less, huh? "

A mint green sandwiched a pure white cigarette case, lying quietly on the glass table.

Song Qing looked at it for a long time, as if a seed quietly fell to the tip of her heart, took root and sprouted two new tender green leaves,

Then grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye, it becomes a vigorous and green vine tightly entwined.

for a long time,

Song Qing looked away from the cigarette case, and her graceful body got up from the reclining chair,

Pointing to the ground with his bare feet, he came to Huo Yu, who was sitting with his back straight and drinking tea,

When the man raised his eyes in confusion, a bright and moving smile appeared on his wantonly beautiful face,

Leaning over, kissed Huo Yuyun's tea-scented thin lips and beautiful eyes,

"Husband, maybe I told you that I like you?"

…

Five days later, in the orange-yellow and gorgeous sunset,

Zhang Ximei, who was lying on the hospital bed, made Zhang Yang, who was extremely tired and fell asleep lying beside the hospital bed, move the fingers in his palm very lightly.

Slowly opening her eyes, the white ceiling and the smell of disinfectant in the air made her chaotic mind slowly clear,

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his son's familiar face and the tired bruises under his eyes.

Other than that, the ward was empty, and there was no trace of her husband,

Looking back on her married life over the past few decades, Zhang Ximei only feels sad, sad like never before,

Hot tears flowed from the corners of the eyes that had crept up into wrinkles one after another in unknown years and months. My son grew up,

The marriage that I have been wrong for nearly half of my life can finally come to an end.