Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 8 Miss Song is not a good person

   "Wait, I'll make sure of one thing first."

   Song Qing did not answer, but approached the position beside Huo Yu, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he held the man's palm again.

   Huo Yu was not used to having such close contact with women so many times, but the light fragrance of irises on the tip of his nose was very nice, so he didn't pull his hand back.

   The dark eyeballs who have been secretly watching the movement of the two of them are almost staring out of their sockets, no, isn't the master not close to women? ? ?

  Song Qing squinted his eyes slightly, feeling the imperial dragon energy that penetrated into his fingertips from the man's palm and roamed his body.

   After a few breaths, the whole body was lighter than ever before, and I was so moved that I almost cried,

   It turns out that not only the aura of the antique can prolong her life, but also the dragon spirit of the dog emperor Nangong Yu!

  Song Qing abruptly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes were frighteningly bright, "Mr. Huo, are you free tomorrow on Monday? How about going to the Civil Certification Bureau to get a certificate?"

   Get married, you must get married!

   Even if it is not convenient to bring the dog emperor's soul back to Dayuan! She is married! !

   Huo Yu's eyes darkened, "Miss Song, it's not a rumor that my wife won."

   did not refuse but just explained the reason that there was a show, Song Qing blinked,

   "It doesn't matter, Mr. Huo, you probably don't know that I'm a Lonely Scorpio, and you can do whatever you want with my fate."

   This is true, otherwise she wouldn't know that Huo Yuke's wife also agreed to sign the marriage contract, after all, she has always been a life-sucking person.

   Huo Yu didn't answer, looking at the woman in front of him with deep eyes, he admitted that he was shamefully selfish,

   She felt too familiar to him, almost an instinct deep in his soul, a voice was telling him that she was his.

  Song Qing was not in a hurry and waited patiently for the man's answer, so much so that the two looked at each other speechlessly.

  In Shen Bai's opinion, that is the love at first sight between his father and Miss Song,

   He felt that he should not be in the car now, but should be under the car...

  The car windows cut off the dazzling light outside. Huo Yu's black eyes were unfathomable. After a long silence, he finally had an inexplicably low voice.

   "Besides my wife's fate, marrying me will have many unknown dangers, and may even be life-threatening. Miss Song, have you really thought about it?"

  The reason why he is called the hegemon of the capital is not just an unwarranted gimmick. There are countless people in the business circle and the political circle who want his life.

   And he shouldn't have involved her in such a dangerous whirlpool, but once selfishness has been established, it will be difficult to quell it.

  Song Qing raised her eyes and looked deeply into the man's eyes, and asked instead, "Will Mr. Huo protect me?"

   She also asked him jokingly after taking up the post of high priest,

"meeting."

   The exact same answer, even the calm and low voice gave people the same inexplicable power as before,

  Song Qing's brows and eyes curved, and she smiled smartly and slyly, "So, what else is there to consider."

   pushed the marriage certificate back, in a good mood, "Mr. Huo, see you tomorrow at 8 o'clock at the Civil Affairs Bureau, by the way, leave a contact information."

   said and took out his mobile phone,

  Huo Yu didn't read the number but handed the black phone to Song Qing and said the lock screen password.

  Song Qing glanced at the man's expression strangely, then lowered his head and clicked into the address book,

There are very few contacts in   . She has no habit of spying on other people's privacy. She enters her own number,

   When making a note, his fingers paused for a while, thinking back to the days of Da Yuan, the dog man's all kinds of imperial style and his own desires failed,

   Feeling resentment in my heart, I knocked down the remarks: A-Madam,

   Then, with a guilty conscience, he quickly pressed back to the home page, returned the phone and said, "See you later," and hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.

   Shen Bai could clearly feel that after getting off from Miss Song, the air pressure in the back seat of the car was a little stagnant.

   Before he had time to shiver, the window of the front seat was knocked. It was Song Qing who was folded back and bent over.

   Shen Bai hurriedly lowered the car window, his tone was more respectful and flattering than before, "Miss Song."

  Song Qing glanced at the man in the back seat, and then looked at Shen Bai, "I just saw how **** disaster you have on your face. It's best to walk on the right side before today."

   As soon as he opened his mouth, he became an old god, like a liar who was deceived and deceived.

   Shen Bai looked confused: "??"

  Song Qingying smiled and said calmly, with a smile as bright as a midsummer flower, "To tell you the truth, I'm actually a fortune teller."

  Shen Bai: "???"

  Song Qing didn't care what Shen Bai's reaction was after he finished speaking, he shook his phone towards Huo Yu before turning around and leaving gracefully.

   Huo Yu was too cold with his knuckled palm, and his fingertips gently rubbed the phone in his palm, and the invisible low pressure in the car disappeared...

   Until the slender figure disappeared from view, the car window slowly rose.

   Shen Bai turned around with a complicated expression, "Master, do you want me to check Miss Song's information?"

"Need not."

"Can……"

   He always felt that Miss Song was not a good person, very much like the fake monk who took his money and dragged him on the street two years ago and said that he had peach blossom luck.

  The screen of the mobile phone lights up, Huo Yu lowered his eyes, his eyes stayed on the contact person ranked first in the address book, the angular outline leaked a little smile,

   "When she wants to tell me, she will naturally tell me."

   Shen Bai's face was blank, if he read it right, Master is in a good mood now? Because of whom, Miss Song?

   Isn't this the first meeting between their father and Miss Song? Lord, is this the way of others?

   "In the future, call Mrs."

   The mellow voice is soft, with a hint of connivance.

  Shen Bai: "..." Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous it is!

   "Return to the old house."

   "Yes, sir."

  The lengthened Lincoln was escorted in an orderly manner by a row of rigorous black motorcades, and slowly drove away from the door of the auction house, which attracted the attention of pedestrians.

   (end of this chapter)