At this moment, Su Wanqing felt excited when she thought of the ringtone on her cell phone. It was her mother's exclusive ringtone, and the song was her famous song "Sorrow".
"Hey, Mom!" Su Wanqing's voice was full of surprise, "Have you gotten off work? Have you finished your work?"
"Not yet, I'm in the recording studio. SRTWR is preparing to release my fifth album next month. This time the target market is overseas, and Mr. Luo attaches great importance to it." Su Jiuge's voice was full of expectations, and she still
She was as energetic as ever, but suddenly her tone darkened a bit, full of apologies, "I'm sorry, Wan Qing, I can't spend your birthday with you this year. It's my mother's fault."
"Well -, it's okay. Mom still has an important job. Even without her, Wanqing still has many friends." Su Wanqing tried to make her voice sound sensible, with a smile, even if the corners of her eyes were wet.
Smile hard too.
Su Jiuge didn't seem to notice her daughter's loneliness, and her voice was still gentle: "Wan Qing, I wish you a happy birthday. From today on, you will be an adult and a big girl."
"Yes. Wan Qing will try his best to be an adult." All adults are sensible, all adults are polite, and all adults advance and retreat appropriately.
Adults... cannot be willful...
"Oh, by the way, Wan Qing, because mom is too busy, I asked Uncle Luo to give you a birthday gift. Look at the time, it's almost here. Okay, bye, baby."
After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing's eyebrows knitted into a knot. Her personality could be considered very peaceful. There was almost nothing in the world that could offend her.
Unfortunately, Luo Mingxuan is one of the very few annoying people.
In the past four years, Su Wanqing could almost count the number of times she saw Luo Mingxuan on one hand, but every time she met Luo Mingxuan, 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 relationship, it is said that he was sent to Italy four years ago.
I once heard from my mother that Luo Mingxuan's ex-wife was the daughter of the top Italian mafia force. Although the two had been divorced for many years, the Italians still took good care of Luo Xichen and even intended to train him as his successor.
Thinking of this, Su Wanqing's eyes drifted to the platinum blue diamond cross pendant that she had carefully collected, and the corners of her lips involuntarily raised a slight arc.
At this moment, there was a polite knock at the bedroom door.
"What's the matter?" The only person knocking on the door at this time was Atong, the maid.
"Go back to Miss. There is a Mr. Luo outside the door. He is waiting for you in the car downstairs."
Su Wanqing and her grandmother lived together in a two-story independent house similar to a villa, with a small yard that was not too big. On sunny days, her grandmother always liked to play around with a kind smile.
There were some flowers and plants, and they were humming some country opera tunes that she didn't understand.
The night wind blew up the elegant curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Su Wanqing stood on the balcony in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, placing her hands on the precious wooden railings and looking expressionlessly at the royal blue Lamborghini sports car below.
If she read it correctly, it was the latest commemorative model introduced this year, named "Phantom". At this moment, Su Wanqing felt excited when she thought of the ringtone on her cell phone. It was her mother's exclusive ringtone. The tune was
Her famous song "Sorrow".
"Hey, Mom!" Su Wanqing's voice was full of surprise, "Have you gotten off work? Have you finished your work?"
"Not yet, I'm in the recording studio. SRTWR is preparing to release my fifth album next month. This time the target market is overseas, and Mr. Luo attaches great importance to it." Su Jiuge's voice was full of expectations, and she still
She was as energetic as ever, but suddenly her tone darkened a bit, full of apologies, "I'm sorry, Wan Qing, I can't spend your birthday with you this year. It's my mother's fault."
"Well -, it's okay. Mom still has an important job. Even without her, Wanqing still has many friends." Su Wanqing tried to make her voice sound sensible, with a smile, even if the corners of her eyes were wet.
Smile hard too.
Su Jiuge didn't seem to notice her daughter's loneliness, and her voice was still gentle: "Wan Qing, I wish you a happy birthday. From today on, you will be an adult and a big girl."
"Yes. Wan Qing will try his best to be an adult." All adults are sensible, all adults are polite, and all adults advance and retreat appropriately.
Adults... cannot be willful...
"Oh, by the way, Wan Qing, because mom is too busy, I asked Uncle Luo to give you a birthday gift. Look at the time, it's almost here. Okay, bye, baby."
After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing's eyebrows knitted into a knot. Her personality could be considered very peaceful. There was almost nothing in the world that could offend her.
Unfortunately, Luo Mingxuan is one of the very few annoying people.
In the past four years, Su Wanqing could almost count the number of times she saw Luo Mingxuan on one hand, but every time she met Luo Mingxuan, 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 relationship, it is said that he was sent to Italy four years ago.
I once heard from my mother that Luo Mingxuan's ex-wife was the daughter of the top Italian mafia force. Although the two had been divorced for many years, the Italians still took good care of Luo Xichen and even intended to train him as his successor.
Thinking of this, Su Wanqing's eyes drifted to the platinum blue diamond cross pendant that she had carefully collected, and the corners of her lips involuntarily raised a slight arc.
At this moment, there was a polite knock at the bedroom door.
"What's the matter?" The only person knocking on the door at this time was Atong, the maid.
"Go back to Miss. There is a Mr. Luo outside the door. He is waiting for you in the car downstairs."
Su Wanqing and her grandmother lived together in a two-story independent house similar to a villa, with a small yard that was not too big. On sunny days, her grandmother always liked to play around with a kind smile.
There were some flowers and plants, and they were humming some country opera tunes that she didn't understand.
The night wind blew up the elegant curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Su Wanqing stood on the balcony in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, placing her hands on the precious wooden railings and looking expressionlessly at the royal blue Lamborghini sports car below.
If she read it correctly, it was the latest commemorative model introduced this year, named "Phantom".