The Queen of Gossip

At this moment, she thought about the ringtone of her mobile phone, and Su Wanqing's heart was excited. It was her mother's exclusive ringtone, and the song was her famous song "Sorrow".

"Hey, Mom!" Su Wanqing's voice was full of surprises, "Are you off work? Are you done?"

"Not yet, it's in the recording studio. SRTWR is going to release my fifth album next month. This time the target market is overseas. Mr. Luo attaches great importance to it." Su Jiuge's voice was full of expectations, she still As always, she was full of energy, but suddenly, her tone dimmed a little, full of apology, "I'm sorry, Wanqing, I can't spend this year's birthday with you. It's my mother's fault."

"Well, it doesn't matter. Mom still has important work. Even if she doesn't have a mom, Wanqing still has many friends." Su Wanqing tried to make her voice sound more sensible, with a smile, even if the corners of her eyes were wet. Also smile hard.

Su Jiuge didn't seem to hear her daughter's loneliness, and her voice was still warm: "Wanqing, I wish you a happy birthday. From today, you will be an adult and a big girl."

"Yeah. Wan Qing will work hard to be an adult." Adults are all sensible, polite, and appropriate for advancing and retreating.

Adults... can't be willful...

"Oh, by the way, Wanqing, because my mother is too busy, I asked Uncle Luo to send you a birthday present. Look at the time, it's almost here. Okay, goodbye baby."

After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing's eyebrows were twisted into a pimple. Her personality was very peaceful. There were hardly any people in this world who could offend her.

Unfortunately, Luo Mingxuan was one of the few people who hated him.

In the past four years, the number of times Su Wanqing saw Luo Mingxuan could almost be counted on one hand, but every time she met, the man would give her a great sense of oppression, making her unable to breathe.

As for Luo Xichen, the young master of the SRTWR entertainment empire, the handsome young man with whom she once had an ambiguous spark was said to have been sent to Italy four years ago.

I once heard from my mother that Luo Mingxuan's ex-wife is the eldest daughter of the top power of the Italian Mafia. Although the two have been divorced for many years, the Italian side still takes good care of Luo Xichen, and even intends to train him as a successor.

Thinking of this, Su Wanqing's eyes drifted to the platinum blue diamond cross pendant that she had been carefully collecting, and the corners of her lips involuntarily raised a shallow arc.

At this moment, there was a polite knock on the door of the bedroom.

"What's the matter?" At this time, only the maid Atong was knocking on the door.

"Miss Hui, there is a Mr. Luo outside the door, waiting for you in the car downstairs."

Su Wanqing and her grandmother lived together in a two-story independent western-style building similar to a villa, with a not-so-big yard.On sunny days, my grandmother always likes to have a kind smile, play with some flowers and plants in it, and hum some country opera ditties that she cannot understand.

The night wind blew the elegant curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Su Wanqing stood on the balcony in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with her hands on the precious wooden railings, and looked blankly at the sapphire blue Lamborghini sports car below.

If she is not mistaken, it is the latest commemorative model introduced this year, named "Phantom".At this moment, she thought about the ringtone of her mobile phone, and Su Wanqing's heart was excited. It was her mother's exclusive ringtone, and the song was her famous song "Sorrow".

"Hey, Mom!" Su Wanqing's voice was full of surprises, "Are you off work? Are you done?"

"Not yet, it's in the recording studio. SRTWR is going to release my fifth album next month. This time the target market is overseas. Mr. Luo attaches great importance to it." Su Jiuge's voice was full of expectations, she still As always, she was full of energy, but suddenly, her tone dimmed a little, full of apology, "I'm sorry, Wanqing, I can't spend this year's birthday with you. It's my mother's fault."

"Well, it doesn't matter. Mom still has important work. Even if she doesn't have a mom, Wanqing still has many friends." Su Wanqing tried to make her voice sound more sensible, with a smile, even if the corners of her eyes were wet. Also smile hard.

Su Jiuge didn't seem to hear her daughter's loneliness, and her voice was still warm: "Wanqing, I wish you a happy birthday. From today, you will be an adult and a big girl."

"Yeah. Wan Qing will work hard to be an adult." Adults are all sensible, polite, and appropriate for advancing and retreating.

Adults... can't be willful...

"Oh, by the way, Wanqing, because my mother is too busy, I asked Uncle Luo to send you a birthday present. Look at the time, it's almost here. Okay, goodbye baby."

After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing's eyebrows were twisted into a pimple. Her personality was very peaceful. There were hardly any people in this world who could offend her.

Unfortunately, Luo Mingxuan was one of the few people who hated him.

In the past four years, the number of times Su Wanqing saw Luo Mingxuan could almost be counted on one hand, but every time she met, the man would give her a great sense of oppression, making her unable to breathe.

As for Luo Xichen, the young master of the SRTWR entertainment empire, the handsome young man with whom she once had an ambiguous spark was said to have been sent to Italy four years ago.

I once heard from my mother that Luo Mingxuan's ex-wife is the eldest daughter of the top power of the Italian Mafia. Although the two have been divorced for many years, the Italian side still takes good care of Luo Xichen, and even intends to train him as a successor.

Thinking of this, Su Wanqing's eyes drifted to the platinum blue diamond cross pendant that she had been carefully collecting, and the corners of her lips involuntarily raised a shallow arc.

At this moment, there was a polite knock on the door of the bedroom.

"What's the matter?" At this time, only the maid Atong was knocking on the door.

"Miss Hui, there is a Mr. Luo outside the door, waiting for you in the car downstairs."

Su Wanqing and her grandmother lived together in a two-story independent western-style building similar to a villa, with a not-so-big yard.On sunny days, my grandmother always likes to have a kind smile, play with some flowers and plants in it, and hum some country opera ditties that she cannot understand.

The night wind blew the elegant curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Su Wanqing stood on the balcony in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with her hands on the precious wooden railings, and looked blankly at the sapphire blue Lamborghini sports car below.

If she is not mistaken, it is the latest commemorative model introduced this year, named "Phantom".