The Queen of Gossip

And she, shamelessly, was in the midst of this world, cooperating wildly with him, riding on his body and dancing as the swing swayed.

She was afraid, afraid that the servants in the villa were still there, afraid of being seen, and an inexplicable sense of shame enveloped her, making her more nervous, more suffocated, more excited, and more unable to extricate herself.

And he, hugging her tightly, domineering yet gentle, led her into the divine utopia of the sensory world in a shallow and deep way.

That night, Luo Xichen pestered her like crazy, from the swing to the sofa, from the sofa to the bathroom, from the bathroom to the bed, asking her back and forth countless times.

Su Wanqing fainted in the bliss, or in other words, fell asleep tiredly in the bliss that accumulated time after time.

When he woke up the next day, the right side of the bed was not as empty as before. He stared at her intently with ice blue eyes.

"Are you awake, lazy wife." Luo Xichen fondled her hair, "It's time to get up."

Su Wanqing grunted, rubbed against him, and rubbed her eyes.

"I have something important to do today." Luo Xichen sat up first, and the blanket slipped off, revealing a hard-covered and firm white chest covered with old and new scars.

He took a new shirt and put it on, then dug her out of the blanket, fished her out, and forcibly released her from the bed.

"Wanqing, good boy, let's pick you up at the airport, Mom and Dad are back from Los Angeles."

After hearing these words, Su Wanqing's hazy consciousness was instantly sober and incomparable. Her heart missed a beat, and then it jumped violently.

"Parents are coming back from Los Angeles?" She exclaimed with a complicated expression.

Luo Xichen got out of bed, put on his clothes one by one, and said: "Yes, the flight at eleven o'clock in the noon is already nine o'clock now, let's pack up, have a meal and go out."

Su Wanqing didn't feel sleepy at all, bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, got up and got dressed in a flurry of movements, her clothes were put on backwards, and she buttoned the wrong button.

Looking at her, Luo Xichen burst out laughing, and said, "Honey, don't be nervous, didn't you say that you are looking forward to seeing them, and now it seems that you are very afraid of seeing them."

"Who said I was afraid? Humph." Su Wanqing snorted coldly, "I wish I could see their faces right away, confront them face to face, and accuse them of crimes."

In fact, what she was really nervous about was the end of her leisurely happiness. She had to face the spotlight, face the swarming media, be exposed to the public again, and be condemned by public opinion.

"Trust me, it'll be fine."

Luo Xichen stepped forward, held her little cold hand, and comforted her helplessness with the warmest eyes.And very carefully, help her put on the clothes and button them.

After the two washed up and tidied up, they went downstairs to eat.Su Wanqing's face remained stiff, and she seldom spoke during the meal.

Until Luo Xichen drove her into the car and arrived at the airport, every minute and every second of the journey was suffering.After a while, the flight from Los Angeles to City X arrived.Passengers disembarked one after another.

At the pick-up area, the two looked anxiously at the exit with earnest eyes.Finally, Su Wanqing saw the figures of Luo Mingxuan and Su Jiuge. At the same time, a large number of reporters and media rushed in with cameras and video cameras, surrounding them in the innermost part.And she, shamelessly, was in the midst of this world, cooperating wildly with him, riding on his body and dancing as the swing swayed.

She was afraid, afraid that the servants in the villa were still there, afraid of being seen, and an inexplicable sense of shame enveloped her, making her more nervous, more suffocated, more excited, and more unable to extricate herself.

And he, hugging her tightly, domineering yet gentle, led her into the divine utopia of the sensory world in a shallow and deep way.

That night, Luo Xichen pestered her like crazy, from the swing to the sofa, from the sofa to the bathroom, from the bathroom to the bed, asking her back and forth countless times.

Su Wanqing fainted in the bliss, or in other words, fell asleep tiredly in the bliss that accumulated time after time.

When he woke up the next day, the right side of the bed was not as empty as before. He stared at her intently with ice blue eyes.

"Are you awake, lazy wife." Luo Xichen fondled her hair, "It's time to get up."

Su Wanqing grunted, rubbed against him, and rubbed her eyes.

"I have something important to do today." Luo Xichen sat up first, and the blanket slipped off, revealing a hard-covered and firm white chest covered with old and new scars.

He took a new shirt and put it on, then dug her out of the blanket, fished her out, and forcibly released her from the bed.

"Wanqing, good boy, let's pick you up at the airport, Mom and Dad are back from Los Angeles."

After hearing these words, Su Wanqing's hazy consciousness was instantly sober and incomparable. Her heart missed a beat, and then it jumped violently.

"Parents are coming back from Los Angeles?" She exclaimed with a complicated expression.

Luo Xichen got out of bed, put on his clothes one by one, and said: "Yes, the flight at eleven o'clock in the noon is already nine o'clock now, let's pack up, have a meal and go out."

Su Wanqing didn't feel sleepy at all, bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, got up and got dressed in a flurry of movements, her clothes were put on backwards, and she buttoned the wrong button.

Looking at her, Luo Xichen burst out laughing, and said, "Honey, don't be nervous, didn't you say that you are looking forward to seeing them, and now it seems that you are very afraid of seeing them."

"Who said I was afraid? Humph." Su Wanqing snorted coldly, "I wish I could see their faces right away, confront them face to face, and accuse them of crimes."

In fact, what she was really nervous about was the end of her leisurely happiness. She had to face the spotlight, face the swarming media, be exposed to the public again, and be condemned by public opinion.

"Trust me, it'll be fine."

Luo Xichen stepped forward, held her little cold hand, and comforted her helplessness with the warmest eyes.And very carefully, help her put on the clothes and button them.

After the two washed up and tidied up, they went downstairs to eat.Su Wanqing's face remained stiff, and she seldom spoke during the meal.

Until Luo Xichen drove her into the car and arrived at the airport, every minute and every second of the journey was suffering.After a while, the flight from Los Angeles to City X arrived.Passengers disembarked one after another.

At the pick-up area, the two looked anxiously at the exit with earnest eyes.Finally, Su Wanqing saw the figures of Luo Mingxuan and Su Jiuge. At the same time, a large number of reporters and media rushed in with cameras and video cameras, surrounding them in the innermost part.