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."

After finally entering the room, Song Lishu put Huo Baiyuan on the bed. The whole person was exhausted, sweating profusely, his legs were weak, and he almost couldn't even stand firmly.

Huo Baiyuan desperately stood up and walked, pulling his collar randomly with his hands, looking uncomfortable.

Song Lishu sat down by the bed, stretched out his hand, unbuttoned Huo Baiyuan's tie, and put it aside, and then unbuttoned his shirt. The collar was wide open, revealing the man's sweaty chest.

Huo Baiyuan's breathing finally became smoother.

Song Lishu took the towel and wiped off the sweat on Huo Baiyuan's chest, then took off his shoes, pulled the quilt up and put it on his stomach to avoid cold.

After doing all this, Song Lishu is ready to leave.

As soon as she turned around, her arm was suddenly caught. She turned her head and saw that Huo Baiyuan was holding her, but her eyes were still tightly closed.

His thin lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something. Song Lishu couldn't hear him clearly, so he approached a little bit and heard the man yelling in a dazed manner: "Ashu...Ashu..."

Song Lishu's heart beat suddenly, and the towel in his hand fell to the ground.

He... what is he called?

Calling her?

Song Lishu looked at Huo Baiyuan incredulously. Seeing that he was not awake and still drunk, he murmured like a nightmare: "Ashu...I'm sorry..."

Is he apologizing to her?

How could he apologize to her?

Song Lishu asked tentatively: "What's wrong with you?"

The man didn't react at all, and he still murmured as if I was sorry.

Song Lishu quickly understood. She slowly sat down on the bed, stretched out a hand, stroked the man's forehead, curled the corners of her lips, and smiled coquettishly: "So... it's a dream of me, it doesn't matter Yes, A Yuan, don’t blame you...don’t blame you, you just...forgot."

What is wrong with him?