Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 67 A series of operations

  Song Qing was so quiet from beginning to end that Lin Fanghua, who came in and was in anger and thought she was betrayed and collapsed in pain,

   didn't even notice that there was a woman wearing a fangs mask in the corner of the private room,

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

  Lin Fanghua's hand in mid-air froze, and his anger was as if someone had poured cold water on his head on a cold day.

   disappeared in an instant, his lips trembled, and there was only one voice left in his heart,

   is over,

   She spent the rest of her life pampering the life of a wealthy wife and a lady, and it's over...

"what?"

   Expected that the scene where Sister Yu rescued Sister Soft did not happen, Bai Cha looked up from Song Qing's arms strangely,

What    saw was Lin Fanghua staring at Song Qing, motionless and sluggish as if he was lost.

  If the eyelashes of a small fan fan blinked and blinked suspiciously, the last baby face,

   Well~ I envy my brother-in-law~

"What happened?"

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

  Song Qing had a beautiful face, with her brows twisted and her eyelids twitching inexplicably.

   There was a bad premonition in my heart, the voice just now was a little familiar...

   A few ladies watching a play at the door of the box suddenly spread out to the left and right to make way.

  Song Qing's eyelids twitched wildly. As expected, no one else walked into the box.

   But, she doesn't look very smart... Jiang Ting.

   Both of them were wearing fang masks, but when they looked at each other, they recognized each other almost instantly.

   And make sure and affirm that the other party also recognizes you, don't ask why, ask, it's the intuition of the boss.

  “…”

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

  Jiang Ting had a cold and white face of an evil ruffian. After being shocked, only the current malicious intentions remained.

   The small flame of vengeance jumped and burned happily, the amorous peach blossom eyes were deeply raised,

   "What a coincidence."

   This inexplicable sentence caused everyone in the box except Song Qing to be stunned. What does it mean? Do these two people know each other?

   "It's a coincidence."

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

   This action made Jiang Ting's eyes shift successfully from Song Qing's fang mask to the ashtray.

  The tongue touched the posterior molars, and the expression under the mask of Yama's fangs became more and more interesting.

   is not over yet,

  I saw Jiang Ting with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, strode into the box and sat down.

The    sitting position is facing the 18 male models who are very dedicated and standing in a row.

   Then came the most dog,

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

  Jiang Ting took out his cell phone slowly, and dialed several consecutive numbers from A Yu's note.

   And the mobile phone was placed in the box on the table with the fruit bowl and drinks, for fear that someone would not hear the hands-free opening thoughtfully,

   After a few seconds, the call was connected, and Huo Yu's mellow and restrained voice clearly sounded in the box,

   "A Ting, what's the matter?"

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

   (end of this chapter)