Madam is a Superstar

Huh~

Chang Ying Xiaotuanzi, who was enjoying himself, didn't know what his mother was talking about, but he still responded to her thoughtfully,

Her quirky and cute appearance made Song Qing, an old mother, laugh and cry, and the slightest bit of depression disappeared in an instant.

Are you happy to sleep with your father and mother tonight?

Speaking of this, Song Qing's red lips curled up involuntarily, and her good mood was self-evident.

Should I say it or not, it’s better to be in another world, even though there is no Ninth Five Supreme Emperor’s throne here,

But no matter whether Nangong Yu is the overlord of the capital or the leader of the Huo family, he doesn't have to be as busy as he was in Dayuan.

There are only a few days in the year where I can spend the whole day with their mother and son with nothing to do.

But there is no way,

Her man's shoulders bear the fate of the entire Dayuan Dynasty, and she can't be so selfish.

Click.

The bathroom door opened, and what came into view was an ancient picture of a beautiful male boss taking a bath.

Song Qing was not surprised after seeing it too much. Her eyes were on her man's disheveled black hair.

While thinking,

Nangong Yuxinbu came to the big bed, and his strong and strong arms with perfect muscle lines were propped up on the thin quilt on the bed.

The stalwart and strong body half-bent closer, covering his wife's delicate lips with a warm kiss, and his deep and mellow voice was sexy,

Do you want me to take Chang Ying over to sleep with grandma and the others?

What are you talking about? Song Qing's beautiful eyes glared at the man who was so close, and she pressed her hands against her hard chest through her black nightgown and pushed him away.

Yinger is so young and it's his first time in another world. Can you bear to have him not with us?

The little kid he was playing with seemed to feel something, and his eyes as bright as obsidian looked towards his father, seeming to accuse,

Nangong Yu smiled, and rubbed the little guy's head with thick black hair with his big palms that were still warm, and gave assurance and comfort in a warm voice.

My father is joking to make your mother happy. He won't take you away in the middle of the night while you are sleeping. Don't worry.

Song Qing: ... Are you sure you are comforting your son?

Hmph~

How could a newborn human cub know that his father was fooling him because of his young age?

All I know is that my father's voice is gentle and soft like an old father's, and his soft and waxy voice means he is in a good mood.

I'm going to attend the group's new robot launch conference tomorrow. What should I do with my hair? Have you asked Xiaobai to prepare a suitable wig for you?

Song Qing had already taken a shower. She was lying on her side on the bed and casually played with a strand of Nangong Yu's hair that was almost dry.

The second uncle of the Huo family brought up the matter of his appearance at the press conference at the dinner table. The Huo family had not shown up for almost a year and there were already rumors.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to show up at the press conference, these rumors from the outside world can be dispelled.

No need. Nangong Yu pulled away and walked to the other side of the big bed with his slender legs under the black nightgown and lay down on his side.

Um?

Song Qing didn't understand and teased a little funny, Is it possible that you want to appear in the public eye with your long hair that almost reaches your waist?

Nangong Yu couldn't deny it, If they ask, they will say they have hair extensions. This is normal in the 23rd century. People here are generally more receptive.

Song Qing couldn't refute this. In Dayuan, a man with short hair walking down a ten-mile street must be an alien in the eyes of others.

It is not strange for men in China in the 23rd century to have long hair, but I am still a little worried.

If the media asks you tomorrow why you have hair extensions, just say that I have recently become obsessed with the ancient love game developed by Huo Ran Company.

I like ancient-style handsome men so you picked it up. You can also promote this game and kill two birds with one stone.

White Tea, Xu Shen, Jiang Ting and Pei Sinian just left an hour ago. They must have talked more if they stayed longer.

Sister Cha went from being curious about Lan Tuanzi to being curious about things in Dayuan, and then crazy about giving her Amway love games that she was obsessed with recently.

I just thought of it and used it as an excuse to fend off the outside world. Anyway, Mr. Huo has a reputation for doting on his wife now, so it is normal for him to do this.

good.

The two of them were talking and playing with their son. Chang Ying had not slept during the day.

After a while, he yawned cutely, his eyelids fluttering.

Seeing their son like this, the couple stopped talking.

Song Qing hummed a folk tune from Dayuan, patting her hands lightly and shallowly.

Even Song Qing herself probably didn't notice how patient she was since she officially became a mother.

Hmph~

After a soft and low milking sound, the child, who had been playing all day, fell asleep obediently, and his soft and fragrant body unconsciously leaned against the mother.

The gentle smile in Song Qing's beautiful eyes became even bigger. She raised her eyes to ask Nangong Yu to turn off the light, but unexpectedly she saw those deep sea-like black eyes.

What's wrong?

Afraid of waking up Tuanzi who had just fallen asleep, his voice was very soft and almost inaudible.

Nangong Yu stretched out his hand and touched half of the beloved woman's face with his dry and warm palm. He felt distressed and more guilty.

I'll take care of the kids tomorrow. You can go play with them wherever you want. Don't eat anything too spicy. You're still in confinement.

Song Qing was surprised, but Huo Donor looked like he was driving back from a drive on the winding mountain road with her.

The first thing I saw when I got out of the car was exactly the same. I wanted to ask what happened, but I looked down at my son's sleeping face and stopped thinking.

Well, turn off the lights and go to sleep.

,

The press conference is at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Qing knew it, but when she opened her eyes and saw Nangong Yu still there, she was still confused for a while.

Without waiting for her to say something emotional, she looked into her son's innocent eyes and said,

Boo~

good.

Song Qing's heart melted and she couldn't help but kiss her son's soft face.

You should know that the child only woke up once last night, presumably because he was awake all day long.

Nangong Yu also woke up as soon as there was any movement between mother and son. He looked at the clock and it was just seven o'clock. The three members of the family went to bed very early last night.

Without any intention of going back to sleep, the two of them took turns to accompany their son to wash briefly and then carried the little guy downstairs.

Just opened the door,

Then I heard a familiar voice, it was Wen Qiange,

Song Qing looked at Nangong Yu teasingly, and he knew who Wen Qiange was looking for without having to guess.

Let's go, aren't you hungry?

Nangong Yu held the child Chang Ying with one hand, stretched out his free arm to wrap around Song Qing's shoulders and took him into his arms, saying in a warm voice,

Let me hug you.

Even though she knew that this man was very strong and could hold his son in such a small ball very safely, Song Qing's eyelids still twitched.

The main building covers a large area.

The stairs are also spacious, and it is not a problem to accommodate five or six people walking downstairs side by side.

Grandma, Ayu, this time...

Wen Qiange's voice suddenly stopped when she noticed the footsteps coming down the stairs, and looked following the sound.

What caught his eye were Song Qing holding the child, and A Yu holding Song Qing's waist tightly.

This scene was both heartwarming and dazzling for Wen Qiange.