Madam is a Superstar

In the highest building of the community in the prime location of the capital, at 7:30 in the evening,

Outside the huge glass floor-to-ceiling windows is a spacious balcony. Next to several green plants, there is a top-notch astronomical telescope with the most advanced accessories.

Song Qing was dressed in snow-white silk pajamas and Ge You was paralyzed on the soft sofa, her wavy black hair was not completely dry and was stained with water vapor.

Porcelain white slender legs are lazily folded on the table, the red wine in the goblet on the crystal table at hand is lightly rippling, and the downcast eyes are poking at the screen,

Dayuan's No. 1 magic stick: 【Mr. Huo, are you there? What are you doing】

After thinking about it, I sent another sentence,

Dayuan's No. 1 magic stick: 【Miss me? 】Winking.jpg

Song Qing hooked her lips in satisfaction, picked up the tall wine glass and shook it elegantly, taking a sip,

Waiting for a reply from a dog man who once said, "Even if you turned into a gray widow, you will recognize you" and then forgot her completely.

Huo's old house, brightly lit,

In two days it will be Mrs. Huo's 70th birthday. All the four families of the Huo family who have developed all over the world have rushed back. There are many people,

Several younger grandchildren gathered around the old lady, talking to please the old lady, and the others were also greeting each other.

Laughter in the living room,

Huo Yu was the only one, sitting quietly on the single sofa in dark home clothes, with a tall and proud figure, sitting up straight, dignified and dignified,

Except for greetings from the juniors and a few greetings from the elders, no one came forward, either because they didn't want to or because they didn't dare.

Huo Yuxijing, a cool-tempered person since she was a child, usually doesn't like to be disturbed by people who are overly enthusiastic. The whole Huo family knows this.

The phone vibrated and the screen lit up, and what popped up was the WeChat chat page,

Huo Yu's cold brows and eyes were slightly relaxed, and he tapped the screen with his slender fingers to reply patiently one by one, [Here, we are having a party at home, thinking about it. 】

The news came back soon,

Da Yuan's number one magic stick [Ah, did I bother you? 】

This "la" is used very cleverly, with a hint of intimacy and coquettishness, which invisibly narrows the distance between the two of them who have only met once and are not familiar with each other.

In Huo Yu's mind, the sly eyes and lips curled up when he saw the woman in the car today, 【No. 】

[No one spoke to me. 】

on the phone,

Song Qing had already got up from the sofa, and went to the balcony to put on the astronomical telescope casually, admiring the bustling night scene of the capital,

When I saw this sentence, I was taken aback,

Huo Yu's WeChat nickname is very simple, Y, deserted, just like his people, whether it is Emperor Dayuan or the current Huo Yu,

both

High and alone.

Song Qing instantly imagined that the man was left alone in the corner, looking pitifully at the joyful eyes of the whole family,

After all, she often experienced this kind of scene in the Song family. Of course, she never cared about being a few clowns and singing for free.

Because she has Dayuan's memory and knows who she is, but Huo Yu doesn't know...

Song Qing felt distressed, so, suddenly, mother's love overflowed, she tapped the screen and clicked send without hesitation,

【Then I'll accompany you~】Add a cute emoticon package of Momotou.jpg

This time the news is still very fast [Okay. 】

Song Qing nodded, and gave +1 points to the speed of replying to this kind of news in her heart.

Open Baidu to find some jokes that can make people happy, and send them to the poor guy on the phone so as not to be too lonely and sad.

As a result, at the Huo family's old house,

When the elders were chatting, they would pay attention to Huo Yu, who is now in power, from the corner of their eyes. They were surprised to find that their nephew, who was always unpredictable, seemed to be in a good mood tonight.

"Big brother~"

The voice of milk is soft and glutinous,

The son of the second eldest son of the Huo family who spoke was also the son of Huo Yu's cousin Huo Shaochen.

The little guy is just two and a half years old this year, his limp hands are pulling at the hem of Huo Yu's trousers, his upturned face is white and tender,

The eyes are like crystal clear purple grapes, with curly eyelashes flickering, very cute.

"Hahaha!"

Huo Shaochen was amused by his son, patted his thigh and laughed, Shi Qingrou glared at her husband angrily,

Quickly got up from the sofa and came to the little guy, patted his son's head dumbfounded, and taught softly,

"Xing Xing can't, you have to call him uncle, you can't call him brother like father, you know?"