Hidden Marriage: My Husband Is Super Star

Qin sang came out of the bathroom and saw the figure smoking on the balcony.

His handsome outline is deep, and his gorgeous facial features are not too three-dimensional from the side, but they are so exquisite that people can't find any fault. His long eyelashes are especially obvious under the bright yellow light.

The way he smokes is a little careless. His posture is domineering and elegant. It's hard for people to shift their eyes when they see the past.

Smoke around him, like a layer of mystery, let her see through his mood at the moment.

Qin sang took the initiative to walk over, leaning against the window and staring at him, "what are you thinking?"

Qin sang could see that he had a mind.

Mu Mo Xiu gave a hand, then quickly put out the cigarette end, deep cold eyes looked at her, pulled her to the room, closed the window.

Obviously, he didn't want her to smoke second-hand smoke. After all, it had an impact on her health.

And he also knew that she didn't like the smell of second-hand smoke, so every time she smoked, she would try to avoid her.

Aware of this, Qin sang felt warm in his heart and let him lead him into the bedroom.

"What's the matter with you, Mo Xiu?" Qin sang did not forget to ask him why he became so depressed.

"It's nothing to go to bed early." He obviously didn't want to say more, and his tone was perfunctory.

She looked at him for a long time, and finally had to give up questioning and lay in bed.

Before long, the light went out, Qin sang lay in his arms, and soon fell asleep.

In the dark, Mu Mo Xiu opened his eyes and thought of the text message Mu Hongming had just sent. He felt disgusted.

Take Qin sang to his Xiyuan villa to have dinner with the herdsmen? Oh, is that necessary?

Thinking of the villa where Mu Hongming lived, Mu Mo Xiu's eyes were cold for several degrees.

That old thing, as always, will disgust him!

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The next day, Qin sang went to magic capital to shoot a magazine. This time, the magazine was shot in a famous ancient shop in the imperial capital.

After shooting for a while, Qin sang went to change the clothes he wanted to wear.

During the break, Xiao Jie, the stylist of the company, was watching a fashion magazine interview excitedly, and was still talking about something.

"What are you looking at? So excited? "

Qin sang went to the dresser and sat down. He asked with a smile.

Xiaojie is 289, but she is not as mature as other women of the same age. Her dressing style and dress are very fashionable. With her baby face, she has no sense of disobedience.

"I'm reading a magazine interview with my idol ADA." Xiao Jie said and raised the fashion magazine in front of her.

"Oh, my God, she's such a genius. All the beautiful words in the world can't be too much for her! I adore her so much

Xiao Jie is totally a fan girl's tone, and her eyes are shining.

This name is strange to Qin sang, so he just listened patiently and didn't make any comments.

"Can you believe it? The chief fashion designer of we is only 26 years old

Hearing we, Qin sang understood that international luxury brands and all kinds of clothes are famous for their high prices, which ordinary people can't afford. However, because of the unique brand style, all women who love beauty are flocking to it.

Many women would rather eat a few months of soil, but also want to buy a we skirt, which is an irresistible temptation for them.

There is also a famous saying that "if your boyfriend is willing to buy us for you, then he is absolutely true love for you!"

"It's a pity that ADA is so low-key and famous for so long that no one knows what she looks like. What's abominable is that some people even laugh at her because she is too ugly to show up!" Xiao Jie said and shook her head in a strange depression, with an angry look.

Qin sang smile, only comfort said: "generally this kind of talented people are relatively low-key, do not want to show up is normal, as for those spray words, there is nothing to care about."

Xiao Jie nodded with approval, "yes, we ADA will not take these words of the spray to heart!"

Qin sang smiles, takes his mobile phone to read his microblog and sends a daily email to his fans.

Xiao Jie continued to read the magazine and appreciate the clothes designed by the idols.

Qin sang finished shooting at noon the next day. After arriving at the airport, he was invited to the car by a group of familiar black bodyguards just outside the airport.

She sat in the back seat with people on both sides to prevent her from jumping out of the window.

"What on earth does he want to do?"

Qin sang looks at the bodyguards who take her to the car and say nothing. He is disgusted with Mu Hongming.

Obviously, they didn't mean to answer Qin Sang's questions.

Fortunately, her mobile phone is still on her body, and these people have no intention of preventing her from calling.

So she immediately called Mu Mo Xiu.

"Hello?" His voice was as low as ever.

Qin sang quickly said, "your father took me away again. I don't know where he is going."

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and then said in a cold voice: "give the mobile phone to the person next to you."

Qin sang immediately handed the mobile phone to the repeatedly "kidnapped" herself, which had made her remember the black bodyguard's appearance completely and signaled him to answer the phone.

The man glanced at the mobile phone and reached for the answer.

I don't know what Mu Mo Xiu said on the other end of the phone, but the man was still in a straight line. "Sorry, young master, this is your order. I can't follow your order."

After a while, the man returned the mobile phone to Qin sang.

She answered again, only to find that Mu Mo Xiu had hung up.

Qin sang

All the way, Qin sang has completely given up his resistance.

She didn't realize where Mu Hongming was going until she saw the car driving into a familiar road.

The villa she came to last time is a place where all the designs are arranged according to her mother's preference.

Thinking of this, Qin Sang's mood became complicated.

The car slowly drove up the slope, entered the iron gate and stopped in front of the fountain.

Qin sang got out of the car, looked at the gorgeous villa in front of him, frowned slightly, and walked in under the guidance of the bodyguard.

When he came to the hall, Qin sang found that on the walls around him were all her mother's works.

Her heart is tight, then see Mu Hongming wearing a white casual clothes, from upstairs down.

"What on earth do you want to do when you come to me?" Qin sang spoke indifferently, staring at him and asked.

"It seems that Mo Xiu didn't tell you?" Mu Hongming's voice was gentle. "I just want to invite you to have a dinner together. How can a family not meet often?"

Qin Sang was silent. She turned her eyes to the murals and finally began to sneer: "since we are going to have dinner together, do you think Mo Xiu is willing to come here?"