Madam is a Superstar

Finally, after discussion with the Huo family, they decided to let the old lady stay there for twenty days.

Half a month is really too short for the old lady's liking, and one month is too long. The capital city is changing rapidly.

Sometimes we really need the old lady to show up, especially those from the Wen family.

If the junior comes to visit the old lady and cannot see her, he will definitely become suspicious over time, and eventually the higher-ups will be alerted and the whole thing will be difficult to handle.

The matter was finalized, and the atmosphere in the living room became warm again.

"If you don't have anything urgent to do, please stay and have a reunion dinner together in the evening. There are plenty of empty rooms here, Ayu Qingqing, which is enough for you."

The old lady was very happy. While changing the diapers of her great-grandson, she told Ma Zhang who came over to do something in the evening.

A group of people gathered around the old lady to watch Chang Ying’s child agreed, yes, that’s right, they were a group of people watching.

"Huh~huh~"

What does a newborn brat know about being shy? You can look at it and I will look back at each one.

He ate his fingers and hummed contentedly, while his feet moved restlessly.

"Ayu, look at your son, does he look down on me? But don't tell me, he really looks like you."

Jiang Ting put one hand on Nangong Yu's shoulder and rubbed his chin with the other, joking. He was already imagining the future offspring of himself and his child.

"Who else can Ayu's son be like if he is not like him?" Pei Sinian, as a professional in the medical field, expressed his disdain for his friend's nonsense.

Nangong Yu thought of something, looked at Pei Sinian and asked, "Where is your and your wife's child? Did it go smoothly during the birth?"

Speaking of Wen Ruoruan and the child, Peisnian's crimson lips raised a very shallow arc,

"It went very well. It's a girl just as Ruanruan and I hoped. Pei Wenmian is very good. She's at home with Ruanruan now. I'll bring them here tomorrow."

Nangong Yu hummed, and then he and Pei Sinian turned to look at Jiang Ting, who was still thinking about the future alone.

Jiang Ting reacted belatedly, and a question mark slowly appeared on the cold white face of the evil ruffian, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The two of them didn't answer, but Huo Ran, a young man, had no scruples and struck again at the right time.

"Brother Ting, the eldest brother and Brother Sinian's child will be born in two years. Haven't you and Sister Xinghe had enough love? It's been almost ten years, right?"

"Fart, eight years and three months. Where did the ten years come from? It's coming soon. When my elder brother and sister-in-law come back next time and stay longer, I will have a wedding with the child and we will arrange for the baby by the way."

Huo Shaochen took Little Xingxing and joined in the fun, "Eight years and three months, do you remember it so clearly? I can't tell that A Ting loves his wife more than me."

A bunch of people are surrounding the old lady and the little boy Chang Ying. They are joking with each other.

Outside the garage, Song Qing touched the long-lost fiery red Ferrari and was filled with emotions.

I pressed the car key and opened the door, intending to take a spin on the winding mountain road below the manor.

Bai Cha followed happily and got into the passenger seat. He happily put on his seat belt and asked about the issues he was struggling with during this time.

"Sister Qingqing, does it hurt to give birth?"

"fine."

It was the kind of pain that I simply wanted to say hello to the eighteenth generation of donor Huo’s ancestors, but I didn’t intend to say this to Sister Cha.

Talking too much can easily make Bai Cha think wildly and make her anxious, which is not necessary.

Shen Bai, who pulled up the back seat of the car and listened carefully, breathed a sigh of relief. Recently, his little ancestor always looked at those things that were there or not.

I can't eat well or sleep well. If the madam says something else, the little ancestor thinks too much and his state will definitely be even worse.

"Button, button."

The driver's window was clicked, and when he looked up, he saw the face of Xu Shen, a gentle scumbag.

Song Qing lowered the window and raised her finely trimmed eyebrows slightly in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Xu Shen held up his forehead, "Baby, if I heard you right, you should still be in confinement right now, right? Are you sure you want to drive? Can you drive?"

"Why not?"

The mole on the left side of Song Qing's eye raised deeply and asked, "It's been more than ten days, and I've almost recovered. I'm just going for a drive on the highway."

As she spoke, her dazzling face turned towards the back seat of the car, "Can't you get in?"

After finally coming back, there's no reason not to take a drive as much as you like. Being bored in the palace for more than nine months is enough to make you grow mushrooms.

What can Xu Shen do? Of course he will do it. At least he will be there to take care of her. Both Xiao Chacha and her pretty boy are unreliable.

The group of people who stayed in the living room talking and laughing only heard the roar of a Ferrari engine outside.

The main building is located this distance from the parking lot, and the sound insulation effect of the entire building is also very good.

The sound was neither loud nor quiet, but it was enough for everyone in the living room to hear.

When Nangong Yu and Jiang Ting rushed to the gate, the two of them only saw the shadow of a car speeding away with a bold color.

"Tsk tsk tsk, sister-in-law is sister-in-law."

As Jiang Ting listened to the arrogant sound of the sports car getting further away, his mind automatically recalled that time at the Black Horse Club.

When I saw Song Qing wearing a fang mask, elegantly crossing her legs and holding a lady's cigarette between her fingers, I sighed with emotion,

He turned his head and glanced at the face of his friend next to him. He saw that he was very good, but expectedly ugly.

Inexplicably, I felt a little gloating about my misfortune, and when I thought about it, I felt a little unkind, so I touched my nose and said something to persuade,

"What's that? My sister-in-law must have been out of touch for a long time. My sister-in-law's personality is more similar to that of my child. She's not a warm and soft little white rabbit. She's normal."

One word wakes up the dreamer,

Nangong Yu's tall and proud body was broad and stiff. In his memory, Song Qing always looked like he was acting recklessly.

Frame by frame, like a movie, accelerated in front of my eyes, until I became pregnant, sealed the post, and gradually restrained...

long time,

Nangong Yu closed his eyes, raised his palms inserted in his suit trouser pockets to rub his brows, feeling unprecedented guilt and self-blame welling up in his chest.

"Thanks."

Jiang Ting: "...Huh?" Thank you for what? Which one is thankful?

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9 pm,

The bedroom in the main building lit up with soft lights. The little boy Chang Ying, who was well fed, drunk and fragrantly bathed, was lying on the big bed playing with his mother.

"Boo~huhu~"

The sparkling saliva bubble burst with a chirp. Xiaoduanzi found it quite interesting, and stuck out his pink tongue and puffed twice.

"It's understandable for our mother who drinks milk instead of mother, why would you rather drink milk powder than feed her here, eh, little rascal?"

Song Qing played with her son's soft little hands and felt helpless. She also tried to feed her son in Dayuan.

But the little guy didn't give him face. She originally thought it was because the first sip of the dumpling was the nanny's eating habit, so she didn't want to.

Until she carried her son back to the bedroom, the child refused to give him any face, and she had no choice but to try to feed her with milk powder.

Um,

It’s nothing, just a slap in the face.

Her beautiful eyes lowered and she glanced at herself. Is the taste so unsatisfactory?

Carefully recalling the taste that Nangong Yu had tasted a few times before after eating and kissing herself, comparing it with the brewed milk powder...

Um……

It seems that the milk powder does taste better.