Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan frowned: "Uh..."

Others said Shi Yuhan was her husband, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and she wanted to call it whatever you wanted. Anyway, she knew she wasn't the real husband.

But why did Li Qianze's mouthful of "your husband, your husband" make her sound weird in her ears.

Others don't know, but Li Qianze knows, she and Shi Yuhan are on vacation.

Li Qianze suddenly followed Song Qinghuan with an "uh", and then embarrassed: "I seemed to be wrong just now. My brother is cold-blooded by nature and should have nothing to do with training. It is estimated that he will be like that for the rest of his life. As for your husband , It’s an acquired stimulus, it is estimated that there is still a rescue.

Song Qinghuan was in a mess in the wind, staring at him with black lines all over his head: "What are you trying to express?"

Li Qianze's smile deepened: "What I want to express is very simple, I just hope you treat my brother better."

Song Qinghuan looked at him inexplicably: "Um...I think you probably found the wrong person."

Li Qianze certainly said: "Why did you find the wrong person? Aren't you my brother's wife?"

Song Qinghuan had a strange expression on his face, seriously suspecting that he had auditory hallucinations: "It's fine if others don't know it, but you know it very well. I and Shi Yuhan are on vacation. They are acting. I treat him well and he won't be rare at all. of."

"...Uh!" Now it was Li Qianze's turn, repeating this word repeatedly.

How can he tell her clearly?

Li Qianze raised his eyes and looked at the direction of the stairs. When Yuhan hadn't come down, he opened his lips and his voice was very small. Only he and Song Qinghuan could hear: "Do you know the true identity of your husband?"

Song Qinghuan snorted coldly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Isn’t it the president of Times Group. The gods have hidden me for a long time, causing me to make a lot of jokes. It’s a low-key way to say it nicely, but it’s actually It seems to me to be pretending to be..."

Unable to allow her to continue speaking, Li Qianze interrupted her: "Shiguo, do you know?"

Song Qinghuan blinked, "Shiguo? What is that?"

Li Qianze: "......?"

Song Qinghuan protested: "I really don't know, do you need to look at me like an idiot?"

Li Qianze explained in a low voice: "Shiguo is a very large family business, a big plutocracy in Europe and Asia. Because it is a gangster, even if it is now whitewashed, it has become the big boss behind many companies, but it is still called black. Family, your husband is the current eldest grandson of this family."

Song Qinghuan frowned, as if what she had heard was different: "...but people say that he was a pauper before he was 20, and he shouldn't have such a good family background..."

Li Qianze glanced at the direction of the stairs again, and when he was afraid, Yuhan went downstairs. To hear him actually tell Song Qinghuan, he would probably pluck him and pack him back to Li's house.

Seeing that the protection against the cold had not yet come down, he said: "When you were ten years old, your husband suddenly disappeared. It was not until he was twenty that he was found by his family. During these long ten years, the original warmth of Shi was able to protect against the cold. No one knows what happened to him in those ten years. That was a taboo for your husband. It's hard to ask, and later it became an absolute taboo for the Shi family."

Song Qinghuan was provoked with infinite curiosity, and she opened her eyes in astonishment: "Then you know, why?"