Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing was too quiet from the beginning to the end, so that Lin Fanghua, who is now in anger and pain of being betrayed and collapsed, came in,

I didn't notice at all that there was a woman wearing a fang mask in the corner of the private room.

Song Qing's posture is casual, the lady's cigarette is half burned in her fingertips, this surly and arrogant look...

Lin Fanghua's hands froze in mid-air, and his anger was like someone pouring cold water on his head in a severe cold day.

In an instant, nothing remained, lips trembled and mumbled, and only one voice remained in my heart,

finished

For the rest of her life, she lived a life of pampering a wealthy wife and a lady, and it was over...

Huh?

The expected scene of Sister Yu saving Ruanmei did not happen, Baicha looked up from Song Qing's arms strangely,

What I saw was Lin Fanghua staring at Song Qing, motionless, sluggish and lost.

If the eyelashes of a group of small cattail fans blinked and blinked suspiciously, the last baby face,

Uh~ I envy my brother-in-law~~

What happened?

A cold, emotionless voice sounded at the door, followed by a respectful answer from the waiter.

Song Qing had a beautiful face, her eyelids fluttered a few times inexplicably, without a trace of brows,

A bad premonition faintly emerged in my heart, the voice just now was a bit familiar...

A few noble ladies who were watching the theater were blocking the door of the box, and suddenly moved to the left and right to make way.

Song Qing's eyelids twitched violently, as expected, it wasn't someone else who walked into the box.

Rather, Jiang Ting, who was classified by her, did not look very smart... Jiang Ting.

Both of them wore fang masks, but when they met each other, they recognized each other almost tacitly at a glance.

And make sure and affirm that the other party recognizes you too, don't ask why, it's the big guy's intuition.

...

Song Qing's feeling at this moment is outrageous, and the people who go to a club on a whim are all acquaintances.

Jiang Ting had a sinister and cold face, after the shock, only the present maliciousness remained,

The little fire of vengeance jumps and burns happily, and the tails of amorous peach blossom eyes are raised deeply,

What a coincidence.

This inexplicable sentence made everyone in the box, except Song Qing, stunned. What does it mean? These two people, know each other?

It's a coincidence.

Song Qing nodded, feeling helpless and having a headache, she wiped out the ashtray by her hand and felt that she didn't read the almanac when she went out.

With this action, Jiang Ting's eyes were successfully shifted from Song Qing's fang mask to the ashtray.

Tongue touched the back molars, and Yan Luo's expression under the mask of fangs became more and more interesting.

It's not over yet,

I saw Jiang Ting with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, striding into the box and sitting down grandly.

The sitting position is facing the 18 male models standing in a row very dedicatedly.

And then the most doggy came,

In this box, under the eyes of Song Qing and everyone else,

Jiang Ting took out his mobile phone leisurely, and dialed the phone number with several serial numbers in Remarks Ayu,

And the mobile phone is placed on the table of the fruit plate and wine in the private room, for fear that someone will not hear and turn on the hands-free thoughtfully,

A few seconds later, the phone was connected, and Huo Yu's mellow and restrained voice could be heard clearly in the box,

Ah Ting, what's the matter?

Asking for a ticket, asking for a ticket, 23, the best result since writing the book, thank you~~~