Madam is a Superstar

Where are you now?

Song Qing held the white jade wine glass with one hand, lazily propping the knuckles on the cold glass surface of the bar counter.

Ah? Me...

The whining over there stopped abruptly and became a little hesitant. You don't need to guess Song Qing to know that she must not be doing something good.

Putting down the white jade wine glass and flicking a strand of curly hair beside her ear, it was a very normal and natural movement,

Zensheng beauty is self-made and charming in all kinds of ways, and the ending sound is full of interest,

In your happy hole again?

White tea: soft and cute little sweet girl, a little expert in tarot divination, and a girl-loving little brother.

Oh, it's annoying, no one knows me better than Sister Qingqing~

Dali Daqi went online again, and turned to cuckoo crying blood and mourning,

I don't have a boyfriend, so I can only find happiness by myself, otherwise it's too distressing to have too much money and don't know where to spend it, right baby~

Song Qing clearly heard a kiss of lips on her cheek, making a clear and loud babbling sound,

Then the delicate and well-behaved boy made a shy voice, softly, Everything my sister says is right.

...

Thinking about what happened between her and the dog man last night, Song Qing turned on the faucet and cleaned the white jade wine glass, Send me the location.

ah?

Twenty-five minutes later,

Song Qing, who was wearing a high-grade silver sexy sequined suspender dress and a mask of terrifying fangs,

Stepping on the stiletto heels with silver laces, led by the waiter, walked through the long corridor covered with red carpet in the clubhouse,

Wherever it passes, there is only a faint scent of iris flowers, although the face under the mask cannot be seen,

Just looking at the graceful figure and cool and charming temperament, it is enough to attract people's attention along the way.

When I came to the door of box 857, I opened it before knocking on it.

A petite figure rushed forward, hugging Song Qing's waist tightly without saying a word,

Hey, Sister Qingqing, you actually came to find me, I knew you must still have me in your heart, and I can give you more happiness than brother-in-law, right~

Baicha is 155 short and Song Qing has more than one head, and her two paws are tightly pulling Song Qing's slender waist,

A baby's face is still lying in a suspender skirt, buried somewhere soft and chaotic to take advantage of it openly,

The little brother can do it, but the fragrant and soft big beauty sister can do it even better!

This is what Yu Lin, who rushed out after Bai Cha, saw this scene. He was taken aback by the ghost-faced fang mask Song Qing was wearing.

Then he was amazed at the graceful figure of the woman in front of him, it was really, beautiful and attractive.

Song Qing casually glanced at Yu Lin, her sunny and handsome face belonged to the clean and popular appearance on campus, compared to Huo Yu,

Hmm... there's no comparison, the most popular one in the club recently, that's it?

Xiao Chacha, if you don't leave me again, don't blame me for tearing off your baby's twin tails.

Song Qing withdrew her eyes and said to gently lift Youyou, her hand had already reached Baicha's fluffy head,

Fiddled with the bow-knot headband with her fingertips, the twinkling eyes on a beautiful and cool face coolly.

!

As an avid double ponytail lover, Bai Cha instantly confessed, pouted her little cherry mouth, and reluctantly moved away,

Then protect the ponytail under the exaggerated bow with both hands to make sure not to be pulled by the pigtails,

Only then did she lift up that soft girl's face and look at Song Qing. Tears came as soon as she said that, the dim little deer's eyes contained crystal clear tears,

Sorrowful, pitiful, soaring with better acting skills than Song Haohao,

Sister Qingqing, how can you do this? Do you like to see people cry? You can say if you like it. It's not like they won't cooperate.

Why do you want to be so vicious and threaten others, I hate not being with you~

Song Qing: ...

Come someone, take this evildoer?