The Queen of Gossip

When I saw Huang, he was wearing an unchanging black suit, carrying a black suitcase, and a closed octagonal bamboo box in his left hand.

"Mr. Huang." She called out to him.

When Huang saw her, he didn't talk nonsense, but went directly to Su Wanqing's taxi, and called the driver an address.

Su Wanqing's eyes kept falling on the octagonal bamboo box, and what appeared in her mind was the ferocious appearance of the Brazilian wandering spider she saw on the Internet.

"Tell me about the specific situation, about Aunt Jiuzi." Huang cut to the chase.

"After she got sick, her mood became very abnormal." Su Wanqing took a deep breath, "The most frightening thing is that she always forces me to sing a song."

Huang frowned and asked, "What song?"

"Xia Xikong."

"Can I sing a little bit?"

Su Wanqing thought for a while, then slightly parted her thin lips, and slowly hummed that ethereal and sweet island sound.

Huang has been listening attentively, when Su Wanqing sang the climax part, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, slowly raised his hand, and said, "Okay."

"Have you heard it?" Su Wanqing looked at his expressionless face expectantly.

Huang nodded, and said, "I once heard the lord lord sing this song when he was alone in the room."

Lord Lord?

Su Wanqing couldn't figure it out, and continued to ask: "Is there anything else? Where have you heard it?"

Huang thought for a while, then shook his head.

Su Wanqing was a little discouraged, and could only pin her hopes on the "seventh uncle" who was about to meet.

The car drove steadily, and after about three to ten minutes, it finally stopped in front of a villa with a beautiful scenery.

Huang took Su Wanqing out of the car and successfully entered the gate guarded by the US military.

This villa is located in the mid-mountain area, and the biggest one is the courtyard, which houses countless rare animals, as big as tigers and as small as hummingbirds, it's almost like a small primeval forest.

And in the deepest part of the primeval forest, there is a quaint wooden house. Su Wanqing took off her shoes and followed Huang into it.

She saw Seventh Uncle standing in front of the window, with a beautiful skylark on his fingertips, chirping excitedly.

"You are here."

When Seventh Uncle turned around, Su Wanqing saw a handsome uncle who was only forty years old.

The smile on his face is very gentle, and his expression is very peaceful, like a man who is truly infatuated with nature and has no desires or desires.

He is not at all the same as the perverted middle-aged uncle he imagined.

"Seventh Uncle." Huang nodded fiercely, looking very respectful.

Su Wanqing was surprised, but she did not forget to say hello respectfully: "Hello, Seventh Uncle."

"You are Jiuzi's daughter, right? You look so much alike." The smile on Uncle Qi's face remained undiminished, obviously he had a good impression of Su Wanqing when he first met her.

"Huang, you are the eldest grandson, no wonder the lord favors you and pointed you to such a good wife."

"Seventh Uncle—" Su Wanqing obviously didn't want to let this topic continue.

"Huh?" Zongyu Shichiro raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

It was a very gentle smile, but it made Su Wanqing feel great pressure.There is a kind of person, the more gentle, the more impeccable.

"I want to ask you, did my mother ask you anything when she came to see you?"

Zongyu Shichiro seemed not to hear, he leisurely teased the skylark in his hand.

The bird seemed to be happy, jumping around in his hand, but in fact it wanted to escape, but no matter how hard it tried, it could only fly in the palm of the man. When he saw Huang, he was wearing a He was wearing an unchanging black suit, carrying a black suitcase, and a closed octagonal bamboo box in his left hand.

"Mr. Huang." She called out to him.

When Huang saw her, he didn't talk nonsense, but went directly to Su Wanqing's taxi, and called the driver an address.

Su Wanqing's eyes kept falling on the octagonal bamboo box, and what appeared in her mind was the ferocious appearance of the Brazilian wandering spider she saw on the Internet.

"Tell me about the specific situation, about Aunt Jiuzi." Huang cut to the chase.

"After she got sick, her mood became very abnormal." Su Wanqing took a deep breath, "The most frightening thing is that she always forces me to sing a song."

Huang frowned and asked, "What song?"

"Xia Xikong."

"Can I sing a little bit?"

Su Wanqing thought for a while, then slightly parted her thin lips, and slowly hummed that ethereal and sweet island sound.

Huang has been listening attentively, when Su Wanqing sang the climax part, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, slowly raised his hand, and said, "Okay."

"Have you heard it?" Su Wanqing looked at his expressionless face expectantly.

Huang nodded, and said, "I once heard the lord lord sing this song when he was alone in the room."

Lord Lord?

Su Wanqing couldn't figure it out, and continued to ask: "Is there anything else? Where have you heard it?"

Huang thought for a while, then shook his head.

Su Wanqing was a little discouraged, and could only pin her hopes on the "seventh uncle" who was about to meet.

The car drove steadily, and after about three to ten minutes, it finally stopped in front of a villa with a beautiful scenery.

Huang took Su Wanqing out of the car and successfully entered the gate guarded by the US military.

This villa is located in the mid-mountain area, and the biggest one is the courtyard, which houses countless rare animals, as big as tigers and as small as hummingbirds, it's almost like a small primeval forest.

And in the deepest part of the primeval forest, there is a quaint wooden house. Su Wanqing took off her shoes and followed Huang into it.

She saw Seventh Uncle standing in front of the window, with a beautiful skylark on his fingertips, chirping excitedly.

"You are here."

When Seventh Uncle turned around, Su Wanqing saw a handsome uncle who was only forty years old.

The smile on his face is very gentle, and his expression is very peaceful, like a man who is truly infatuated with nature and has no desires or desires.

He is not at all the same as the perverted middle-aged uncle he imagined.

"Seventh Uncle." Huang nodded fiercely, looking very respectful.

Su Wanqing was surprised, but she did not forget to say hello respectfully: "Hello, Seventh Uncle."

"You are Jiuzi's daughter, right? You look so much alike." The smile on Uncle Qi's face remained undiminished, obviously he had a good impression of Su Wanqing when he first met her.

"Huang, you are the eldest grandson, no wonder the lord favors you and pointed you to such a good wife."

"Seventh Uncle—" Su Wanqing obviously didn't want to let this topic continue.

"Huh?" Zongyu Shichiro raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

It was a very gentle smile, but it made Su Wanqing feel great pressure.There is a kind of person, the more gentle, the more impeccable.

"I want to ask you, did my mother ask you anything when she came to see you?"

Zongyu Shichiro seemed not to hear, he leisurely teased the skylark in his hand.

The bird seemed to be happy, jumping around in his hand, but actually wanted to escape, but no matter how hard it tried, it could only fly in the palm of the man.