Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 205 Or, the memory has been restored

  Upstairs, room,

   Hearing the sound of water rushing from the bathroom, Song Qing was quite flustered to tell the truth.

   But the body still walked towards the soft big bed very honestly, opened the drawer of the bedside table,

   A whole row of necessities came into view, and the fingertips doing the gorgeous French manicure froze for a moment.

   She clearly remembered that there was only one left in the middle of the night last night...

   Why don't you just run?

   She escaped the catastrophe last night but didn't die. I thought it was the aftermath of the catastrophe, but now it seems that she is ready to let her die this afternoon?

   "Button."

   The bedroom door was knocked on from the outside, Song Qing pushed the drawer back and coughed to hide his guilty conscience,

  The door opened, and it was Aunt Wu who was carrying the family's spare medicine box.

   "Madam, this is what Mr. asked me to bring up. Are you injured or is Mr. injured?"

   Seeing Madam's doubts, Aunt Wu explained at the right time, worrying that she was not adulterated.

Injuried?

  Song Qing frowned, took the medicine box and simply replied without saying much,

  Aunt Wu is not someone who likes to get to the bottom of things, so the medicine box was sent downstairs to do her own business.

   After about six minutes, the bathroom door opened,

   A man with a perfectly proportioned body is surrounded by a black bath towel, and nothing else.

   Walking hormones are undoubtedly, seeing Song Qing staring at him, his straight lips curled into a happy arc, he obviously enjoys this kind of gaze,

  Like a ferocious male lion of carnivores on the polar grassland, showing his strong and sturdy physique to his beloved female.

   a rare time,

  Song Qing understood the expression of this man at the moment from the face of Lord Huo Shi, who was used to being happy and angry.

  If she didn't see the bruises on her knees, maybe she would praise her cuteness and take the initiative,

  It is different now, with a beautiful and moving face, clapping the mattress with his hands,

"come over."

   Huo Yu followed the woman's line of sight, the knee of his right leg was a little bruised, he walked over meekly without saying much,

   Next, one person opened the medicine box and squatted down to apply the ointment, while the other person watched quietly,

  The curtains are not drawn, the summer sun is dazzling, the bedroom is bright,

   "Qingqing."

"Ok?"

  Song Qing bent his knees and squatted, and lowered his head, his eyes were also focused on the bruises on the man's knees,

   He didn't realize that Huo Yu's expression was so secretive at the moment, he responded instinctively, only to hear the man above his head sigh,

   "Qingqing told me before that I was Nangong Yu, but now I believe it a little bit."

  Song Qing's fingertips when applying the ointment paused, and then it seemed that no one answered, her voice was careless,

   "Why do you say that all of a sudden?"

  Huo Yu didn't answer immediately, just waited for Song Qingtu to stand up and stretch out his arms to embrace the woman and imprison her in his arms,

  The high and straight bridge of the nose rubbed against the fragrant soft neck, and covered with a warm kiss before opening his mouth,

   "Just now when Qingqing put ointment on me, some similar images flashed in my mind, but it was in the snow, like in the palace,

  We are all still wearing ancient costumes, and we seem to be only eight or nine years old, don’t you think it’s strange? "

   "Is there really a past life and this life? I remember when we first met, Qingqing called me the emperor, so Qingqing was also my wife and my queen in her last life, eh?"

   In a half-joking tone, Huo Yu kissed half of the woman's face in his arms, and he was in a good mood for this recognition.

"no."

  Song Qing's voice was high-pitched, her whole body was stiff and she didn't even have the courage to turn around.

   "I'm not your queen, you don't have a queen yet, but there are many women in the harem."

   "I am a priest, your servant."

  Song Qing could clearly feel the arrogant body of the man who was holding him behind him.

   Then the force of the restraint between the waist and limbs became even tighter, and the snow-white shoulders and neck became numb.

   was brought up by the brushing of black and sharp hair, and a hoarse voice sounded in my ears,

   "Then don't, this life is good, I just want to be my wife."

  Song Qing opened his mouth, that sentence that you didn't like me in Dayuan couldn't be said, the obscure emotions kept fermenting,

   "I'm going to take a shower."

   instinctively wanted to escape, unlike Huo Yu, sweating like rain in the boxing gym for more than two hours,

   After I came back, I went upstairs to take a bath, and the intention of escaping was too obvious.

The strength of the    circle around the waist was even tighter, the red lips were unexpectedly choked, and he drove straight in with a strong possessiveness.

  Song Qing didn't respond from the beginning, to the unwillingness in the bottom of his heart, which constantly stimulated the anti-bone,

   aroused a strong and unexplained spirit, the spirit of breaking the jar,

  's two soft and boneless arms grabbed the man's shoulders, and responded enthusiastically and counterattacked.

   "Qingqing."

  Huo Yu was also docile, taking the initiative to defeat the battle and listening to anyone who cooperated step by step, the mellow voice lingering in his ears, comparable to a love charm,

  The switch of the curtain is located at the side of the big bed within easy reach. In the end, I don't know who pressed it.

  The whole afternoon has not been opened again, the bright light of the room is sometimes soft and sometimes intense, which is an emotional catharsis.

  …

  Song Qing didn't know when it was over, let alone how he got up for dinner,

   In short, it was the second day when I woke up. I went into the bathroom and washed briefly and came out.

   glanced at the clock on the wall at 10:20, the long white legs under the loose t-shirt were faintly weak and unsteady,

   Recalling her act of pretending to be the queen yesterday, Song Qing tugged the corner of her mouth and sat back on the soft big bed,

  The sheets had obviously been changed, so I sat and calmed down for a while, reached for the charged mobile phone, clicked on WeChat to find the old lady who likes candy,

   Da Yuan's second magic stick [Master, the emperor is going to restore his memory. 】

   The tip of the manicure paused on the keyboard, a complicated expression flashed in Song Qingmei's eyes, and she typed another line.

   [Or, the memory has been restored. 】

   After sending this sentence, Song Qing threw herself on the big bed and stared at the ceiling in a trance.

   is a recovery, right?

  Otherwise, I shouldn't have reacted like that yesterday, I shouldn't have hugged her so tightly when she said she was going to take a bath and wanted to escape,

  If there is no memory, Lord Huo Shi will only feel strange, wondering why his mood is low.

  Since the memory has been restored, why is the look in his eyes still so affectionate, Nangong Yu, shouldn't...

   Completely empty state, motionless,

   After a long time, Song Qing closed her eyes, raised her hand and pinched her brow. She was probably crazy, she clearly already had such a realization in her heart at that moment.

   But she still did it with Nangong Yu, crazy, really crazy, what is she doing?

   Do you really want to enter the harem in the future and compete with those women for Nangong Yu?

   Once some boundaries are crossed, it is hard to recover.

   was completely immersed in his own thoughts, so that he had no doubts about the news that Miao Shui had not responded,

  In the antique shop of the Antique City, the old lady who used to eat canned Sydney pears happily,

   I clicked on WeChat and saw this sentence from a good disciple. With a shake of my hand, the sweet Sydney chunks in my mouth turned bitter.

   The old lady has a sad face and even more bitterness in her heart, hey, it's only one day, where did that child in Nangong fall into the trap?

   (end of this chapter)