Madam is a Superstar

I'm in the Dark Horse Club.

Jiang Ting's voice was gloating, and his slender body leaned back on the sofa, taking out a silver lighter to play with.

Um.

There are no ups and downs in the voice line, but there are faint rustling sounds of flipping documents, and the signing sound of the pen gliding across the paper,

It is now eight o'clock in the evening of Beijing time, and Huo Yu is still at the headquarters of the Huo Group.

Sister-in-law is here too.

The slight movement over there stopped abruptly,

Facing Song Qing's cold and gloomy eyes, the playfulness in Jiang Ting's eyes under his black hair became stronger.

Continue to add fire, Eighteen more, oh no, nineteen male models, in room 857,

Ayu, are you okay? It seems that I have to arrange wolfberry tea for you in advance.

The call was hung up, and the box fell into a mysterious silence.

Some people looked at each other in blank dismay, some were excited, while some were immersed in the fear that they were about to become the next wife and couldn't extricate themselves.

As for Song Qing, he calmly took out the second cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, and the white smoke suddenly rose and swirled around.

A pair of beautiful eyes flowed forward and looked bright, and looked at Jiang Ting's red lips with a deep meaning,

Xiao Jiang, I remember you, be careful when you go out.

She saw that there was a black air in the powder wrapped around his eyebrows before, and today it was extremely hot,

If there are no accidents, you will have to commit peach blossoms when you leave this door. Her words,

It seems that one sentence is actually two sentences. As for whether it can be tasted or not, it depends on Xiaojiang's clever little brain and whether he is clever or not.

Jiang Ting only thought that Song Qing was threatening him, shrugged his shoulders, didn't care at all, and didn't stay for long.

Ayu is already on the way here, and I can get here in fifteen minutes at the latest. The Black Horse Club is under my name.

To express my previous gratitude, I will pay for all the consumption today, sister-in-law, have a good time.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the male models of all colors standing in rows one by one, stood up,

Under the attention of many people, he whistled and walked out of the box in a good mood.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, the ancients never deceived me!

Sister Qingqing, is brother-in-law coming? Is brother-in-law coming!!

As soon as Jiang Ting left, Baicha couldn't hold back her excitement, grabbed Song Qing's arm and asked questions non-stop.

Song Qing raised her chin to the male models in the box, laughed, and asked, Do you think this is a good thing?

Bai Cha flickered her eyelashes innocently and guiltily. In fact, if her brother-in-law is not perfect, then this is a good thing.

The two quarreled and divorced, so sister Qingqing is hers~ and then hehe~

Thinking about it, Bai Cha's two paws holding Song Qing's arm became tighter, and the whole person took advantage of the situation to get closer,

A soft girl with a baby face that is bubbling with happiness, my sister is so soft~ my sister is so fragrant~ I love her so much~

This scene fascinated the eighteen male models, how about them? where are they? So internal digestion is popular among big beauties now?

Aren't you going back?

Distraught, Song Qing stubbed out the lady's cigarette, seeing Lin Fanghua still holding onto Yu Lin and standing motionless in the box,

The corner of the mouth tugged lightly, has he not recovered yet, or is he infatuated with Buttercup Xiaosheng and doesn't want to give up?

Lin Fanghua woke up like a dream, and let go of Yu Lin's hand as if it had been scalded.

Regardless of Yu Linwei's slightly astonished expression, the eyes under the fox mask were full of embarrassment,

You, can you...

Can.

Song Qing's answer was unexpected, with a bit of sarcasm in the corner of her mouth. In my impression, Lin Fanghua, a mother who took the initiative to talk to her, can be counted on the fingers of the fingers.

Every time she opened her mouth, she would be sneering and sarcastic, which was really unpleasant, let alone give her any kind of mother-daughter bond.