Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 68 Xiaojiang, I remember you

   "I'm at the Dark Horse Club."

  Jiang Ting's voice was schadenfreude. He leaned his slender body back on the sofa and took out a silver lighter to play with.

"Ok."

   The sound line did not fluctuate, but there was a faint rustling sound of flipping documents, and the sound of a pen swiping across the paper and the sound of signatures.

   It is eight o'clock in the evening in Beijing time, and Huo Yu is still at the headquarters of the Huo Group.

   "My sister-in-law is here too."

   The subtle movement over there stopped abruptly,

   Facing Song Qing's gloomy and cool eyes, the playfulness in Jiang Ting's black hair became stronger.

   continued to add fire, "I also ordered eighteen, oh no, nineteen male models, in Box 857,

  Ayu, can't you? It seems that I have to arrange the wolfberry tea for you in advance. "

   The call hung up, and the box fell into a mysterious silence.

   Some people looked at each other, some were excited, and some people were immersed in the fear that they were going to be the next cousin and couldn't extricate themselves.

   As for Song Qing, he calmly took out the second cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, the white smoke suddenly rose and swirled around,

   A pair of beautiful eyes circulated and looked at Jiang Ting's red lips, which was very meaningful.

   "Xiaojiang, I remember you, be careful when you go out."

   She saw that the powder wrapped around his eyebrows had a black aura before, and it burned extremely vigorously today,

  If nothing else happens, you'll have to commit peach blossoms when you walk out of this door. Her words,

   seems like one sentence is actually two sentences. As for whether it is good or not, it depends on Xiaojiang's self-conscious little brain and ingenuity.

  Jiang Ting only thought that Song Qing was threatening him, shrugged his shoulders, didn't care at all, and stayed soon.

   "Ayu is already on his way, and you can get here in fifteen minutes at the latest, the Dark Horse Club is under my name,

   In order to express my gratitude before, I will pay for all the consumption today, sister-in-law, have a good time. "

   After saying that, he swept through the rows of male models one by one, stood up,

  Under the attention of many people, he whistled and walked out of the box in a good mood.

  It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, the ancients honestly did not deceive me!

   "Sister Qingqing, is my brother-in-law coming? Is my brother-in-law coming!!"

  As soon as Jiang Ting left, Bai Cha couldn't hold back his excitement, grabbed Song Qing's arm and mouth, and asked Barabara without stopping.

  Song Qing raised his chin to the male models in the full box, smiled, and asked, "Do you think this is a good thing?"

  White tea flickered his eyelashes innocently and guilty. In fact, if the brother-in-law is not perfect, then this is a good thing,

   The two quarreled and divorced, so Sister Qingqing was hers~ Then hehe~

  Thinking, Bai Cha pulled Song Qing's two claws tighter, and the whole person also got closer.

   A soft girl's baby face is bubbling with happiness, my sister is so soft~ my sister is so fragrant~ people love it~

   This scene made the eighteen male models very fascinated, how about them? where are they? So internal digestion is now popular among big beauties?

   "Aren't you going back yet?"

  Song Qing was distracted and extinguished the lady's cigarette. Seeing that Lin Fanghua was still holding Yu Lin and standing motionless in the box,

   The corners of his mouth twitched lightly, is this still not over yet, or is he obsessed with Buttercream Xiaosheng and doesn't want to give up?

  Lin Fanghua woke up like a dream, and the hand that held Yu Lin tightly loosened as if it was scalded,

   Regardless of Yu Linwei's slightly stunned expression, the eyes under the fox mask were full of unease,

   "You, can you..."

"Can."

  Song Qing's answer was unexpected, and the corners of his mouth were slightly sarcastic. In my impression, Lin Fanghua, a mother, spoke to her on his own initiative.

   Every time she opens her mouth, she is sneering and sarcastic, which is really unpleasant, not to mention what kind of mother-daughter relationship she can give birth to.

   (end of this chapter)