The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Luo Changchuan saw both eyes from left to right, and said in a low voice: "I heard that your brother has begun to contact Shu's family?"

Huo Baiyuan raised his eyes to look at Qin Miao on the side.

Qin Miao lowered his head and said, "Mr. Luo I contacted."

Huo Baiyuan put down the milk and stood up: "Go to my room and talk about it."

Luo Changchuan nodded, stood up, and followed Huo Baiyuan upstairs.

Entering the room, Qin Miao locked the door behind him.

Huo Baiyuan sat down on the sofa and raised his eyebrows to look at Luo Changchuan: "Let's talk about it, what can you do?"

Luo Changchuan also sat down opposite, smiled and said, "You must know that I have a good way?"

Huo Baiyuan leaned back lazily: "There is no way, you won't come to me."

Luo Changchuan looked at Huo Baiyuan and slowly said, "Marriage with the Shu family is the biggest bargaining chip to win. Your brother obviously understands this truth well, so he ruined your marriage and rushed to get closer to Miss Shu family. We. What you need to do now is to stop your brother first, and then restore your relationship with the Shu family. In fact, Miss Shu has always liked you. It shouldn't be difficult for her to continue marrying you."

Huo Baiyuan frowned and suddenly sneered: "Are you crazy? I am now married, how can I continue to marry the Shu family?"

Luo Changchuan said, "Then divorce first."

Huo Baiyuan said with a sullen expression: "I was forced to marry her because of the pressure of public opinion. Now it is not that easy to get a divorce."

"Okay." Luo Changchuan shook his head seemingly regretful: "Then there is only one way left."

Huo Baiyuan raised his eyes and looked at Luo Changchuan: "What way?"

Luo Changchuan paused and said clearly: "The solution is... let Song Lishu die."

Qin Miao, who was always standing next to him, was obviously startled, and immediately turned his head and looked at Luo Changchuan incredulously. He didn't expect him to say that.

In the consultation room of the hospital.

Nie Ziyu was holding Song Lishu's newly released inspection report and looked at it for a while. He put down the report, looked at Song Lishu on the opposite side, and said, "Cooperate with chemotherapy in the later stage. Can you accept it?"

Song Lishu suddenly clenched his hands, "has it become serious?"

Nie Ziyu hurriedly calmed down and said, "Don't be nervous, I just don't think that taking medicine like this is not a solution. It's time to try other treatments."

Song Lishu slowly lowered his head.

Chemotherapy.

Hearing this word, it is impossible not to be afraid.

Nie Ziyu sensed her uneasy emotions and said, "It's okay, I don't mean to ask you to do chemotherapy right away. Let's take it slowly.

Song Lishu pulled out a far-fetched smile: "Thank you, Doctor Nie."

Song Lishu left the consultation room, took a few bottles of the new course of medicine, carried them in his hand, and waited for the bus at the bus stop under the big sun.

When she returned to Huo's house, she walked to the second floor, and when she passed Huo Baiyuan's room, she suddenly heard her name coming from inside. She subconsciously stopped and looked at the closed door panel in front of her.

Just listen to the voice of Huo Baiyuan inside.

"Let Song Lishu die?"

Immediately afterwards, it was the voice of another man.

"Yes."

In the room, Luo Changchuan leaned on the sofa, raised his legs, and said with a smile: "As long as Song Lishu is dead, you are not divorced, but widowed. Isn't it normal to marry a new wife after being widowed? "

Qin Miao, who had not spoken all the time, opened his mouth and said, "How can one let her die if she says she is dead?"