Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 292 Formation

   No matter how many strawberries there are, there will be time to eat them. The old lady got up and washed her hands.

   After washing, he took out a tissue and wiped it while walking out, and greeted the tea table.

   "Teacher, bring that unlucky thing over and enter the little dark room for your teacher, you don't have to come over, Emperor,

   The person who greeted you came in and had a cup of tea together. After two more cups of tea, we came out. "

   Small dark house?

   The three very normal words can't stand the domineering president's text that I read when I was young and didn't have to run around for a new life.

  Song Qing's eyelids twitched, trying to keep the thoughts in his mind healthy,

   picked up the dragon head horn cup and walked towards Miaoshui's so-called little black house.

   I didn't even think about why Huo Yu, who didn't want to let her touch the turbid qi, didn't even stop her now.

   "Clap."

  The password door automatically senses the sound of locking, which isolates the dark room from the outside light, which is known as the small black room.

   "Crack."

   A small movement of a match wiping the edge of the matchbox sounded, and the bright candlelight flickering in the dim yellow instantly filled the entire small house.

   comes into view are the copper bells hanging all over the house, look up along the red line tied to the bell,

   A chaotic and orderly red thread intertwines, almost all over the ceiling,

The    intertwined red thread also has bells, one of which is arranged in a thread of different sizes.

   "Master, are you using these red threads and bells to simulate the vision of a nine-star streak?"

  Song Qing held a bell at the tip of his finger, the coldness of the touch diluted the dizziness caused by the short-term astonishment,

  Returning rationally, the finely trimmed brows are raised without traces, just relying on the red thread bell, can this be done?

   "Oh, those are for the teacher to pass the time when he has nothing to do."

  Miao Shui took the dragon head horn cup from Song Qing's hand, looked up at it and returned very unconcerned.

  Song Qing: "?"

   Playing such a big battle just for fun?

   "Who told you to look up and down, you can't see such a big formation on the floor?"

  Miaoshui stepped on the old Beijing cloth shoes on the floor, signaling Song Qing to forget to look under his feet,

   The apprentice who was brought up from a young age, what was in his mind could not escape her eyes, he turned around and rummaged through the cabinets.

   "You're young, oh, this look is not as good as the old man who buried half of his body in the loess."

   If the little lady hurts the apprentice, she may be late, but she will never be absent.

  Fortunately, Song Qing had already heard these words, and he didn't take it seriously if it didn't make any impact. He lowered his head and looked down.

  The house itself is small, the floor is made of four complete pale yellow tiles,

   Centered on the splicing point in the middle, it presents an ancient and complicated array.

   Such formations are not unfamiliar to Song Qing. Back then, when she came to this other world to find Nangong Yu, she painted this formation.

   "Come on, child."

   A slender silver needle glowing with cold light appeared in front of him, Song Qing instinctively reached out to take it,

   and then stared at the little old lady holding the dragon head horn cup, Miao Shui's eyelids jumped and jumped,

   If it wasn't for the thought that this was the apprentice brought up by himself, if it wasn't for the thought that the child was still pregnant,

   She, a grumpy old man, had to jump up and hit the head of this unmotivated apprentice,

   "Look at what I do, even if you stare at the teacher from dark to dawn, the old face of the teacher will not bloom a single flower, isn't it?"

  Miao Shui put the dragon head horn cup in the upper right corner of the formation, snatched the silver needle in Song Qing's hand,

   stretched out his hand and pricked his index finger, and came to the field to teach,

   "Like this, a tie, a squeeze, a drop of blood, do you understand, child, and then drop a drop on the dragon head of this unlucky thing, can you see it clearly, child!?"

   "Oh, what's the matter with your child? How stupid is it to be pregnant with a baby? You forgot what you just learned a few days ago?"

   Song Qing can do what, of course, he did it, not forgotten, it was too hasty and sudden at the beginning, and he couldn't help it for a while.

   Turning the turbid gas into one's own, naturally it will not be as simple as tying a tie and squeezing a drop of blood,

   As Miao Shui said, the door of the Kung Fu Little Black Room for Two Teas has just opened.

  The old lady is used to walking fast, so she walks in front of the door that opens,

   Unexpectedly, he was facing Huo Yu who was waiting at the door, startling Miao Shui,

   "Hey, you kid, you are guarding the door as a doorkeeper, why are you so worried?

   Old lady, I can still rob your woman and eat her in the little black house like the domineering President Wen, really. "

   As soon as the old lady said these words, the pear flower wood table by the window a dozen steps away was instantly startled,

   "Pfft—"

   "Cough cough cough!!!"

  Huo Yu took Song Qing's hand to wrap it, and turned to look in the direction of the tea table.

   Several bodyguards shook their heads and waved their hands again and again, how could they be seriously choked by a sip of tea,

   His flushed face was coughing for a long time, but he couldn't say a word. Achen endured the discomfort and explained,

   "I'm sorry, Madam, it's really the master's words..."

   The four words are thought-provoking, but I don’t think that’s the case when I use them, so I swallowed hard in my throat, and said euphemistically,

   "Master's words are too easy to be misunderstood. We couldn't hold back for a while, sorry."

   After Huo Yu's glance, the point where the bodyguards were initially struck by lightning gradually subsided with an uncontrollable coughing sound.

   But the old lady thought it was fun, she wanted to tease a group of people, and she added,

   "What is there to misunderstand, old man, what I said is what you think."

   One wave after another, the second floor coughed loudly.

  …

  Since you are here, there is no reason to only do business, so I took Miao Shui to eat Thai food again,

   After eating until Miao Shui felt satisfied, and sent people back the way they came, then it was over.

   When the couple came to the hospital from the private manor at 4 o'clock, the sky was completely dark on the way back.

  The rigorous and solemn convoy is driving in a prosperous and bright area, and there is a constant flow of vehicles outside the window.

  At 7:38 pm, in the fast-paced and busy big city of Beijing, there are many people who just got off work.

   "Does it hurt?"

  The temperature of the air-conditioning in the car is suitable, Song Qing is deeply immersed in the car seat and enjoys the massage function,

   The hand was pulled up unexpectedly, and the tip of the index finger pierced by the silver needle covered a warm kiss.

  Song Qing opened his eyes, slid his fingers into his thick palms and intertwined with them, tilted his head,

   touched the faintly tired look of the man's eyebrows, and bit down on the rose-like soft lips,

   Forget it, what are you angry about, the original intention of the master Huo Shi was to protect her and the powder dumplings,

   The other free hand pressed the pause button of the massage function of the car seat, got up and came to Huo Yu,

   Sitting on his thighs wrapped in suit pants, he was like a lazy wild cat without bones, rubbing facelessly into his master's arms,

  Huo Yumeifeng stretched without trace, and his strong arms habitually wrapped around Song Qing's waist,

   Looking at the beautiful eyes of the woman's flowing sly and brilliant eyes, there is no lack of surprise in the expression,

   "Aren't you mad at me?"

In exchange for   , Song Qing grabbed her shoulders with both hands and approached the thin lips with a silent and active kiss.

   "I'm not angry anymore, I know you're doing it for me and Fan Tuanzi, I'm sorry, I've worked hard for you, husband."

   (end of this chapter)