He Bo, ah, the young master is only in his twenties. He is young, fashionable and avant-garde. He can understand.
When I turned around to make preparations, suddenly, as if I thought of something, I came back.
"Young master, I'd like to ask if you and Miss Qian haven't got their marriage certificate yet. It seems that she is not twenty years old."
Longmuchen's eyes, slightly narrowed, the rapid drop in temperature, let him see open, it seems that some unhappy.
"Dor is my wife. What's your complaint?"
He Bo quickly waved his hand and explained: "no, no, young master, you misunderstood. Miss Qian is your life-saving benefactor. We appreciate her too late. How can we be dissatisfied with her?"
After living for a long time, I can't see the young master's infatuation for Miss Qian. He has been in the dragon's house for so many years in vain!
Long Mu Chen listened to this words, facial expression just slightly improved a few.
After thinking for a moment, he added: "by the way, you go to find someone to give dor a false identity. She is nineteen years old and her name is Qian dor. I don't want too many people to know her existence."
Although he came to Shanghai in less than one day, he had a preliminary understanding of the rules of the game here.
He became the young master of the dragon family for no reason, which can be regarded as giving him an official identity in this time and space.
However, after three years, DOR must have been dead.
Only by creating a false identity for her, can we hide people's eyes and ears.
As long as it's about money, he's always thoughtful.
He Bo didn't know what the young master was doing, but he didn't ask much, so he nodded and started to prepare according to long Muchen's instructions.
Because of the time and space difference, Qian Duoduo didn't turn upside down and stayed in bed until noon the next day.
Stretch a stretch, habitually raise legs to reach for 14, but found that the man around long gone.
Qian Duoduo opened the quilt, just ready to get out of bed to call the housekeeper, the bedroom door, but at this time, was opened.
"Dor, wake up?"
Long Muchen's hand, carrying a pile of shopping bags, looking at the little girl's confused eyes, seems to have not completely opened, ran to her, fished her out of the quilt, held her in his arms.
Qian Duoduo originally thought that she was dreaming. In the dream, she was all red and gray. It was only when she felt long Muchen's wrist clasping her waist that she suddenly walked out of the dream.
Turn head, effort of wiped to wipe an eye, dull of looking at long Mu Chen a head strange appearance.
"Fourteen, where's your hair? Where's your wild gray, coquettish hair?"
Qian Duoduo grabs long Muchen's collar, and his small hand grabs at his back, trying to pull out several hairs.
"Cut it!"
Compared with the little wife's consternation, long Muchen appears calm, natural and unrestrained fiddle with his new shape.
Long hair and waist for 20 years, occasionally change the shape, walking on the street, also quite natural and unrestrained!
Qian Duoduo rubbed his new hair in amazement. When the chicken nest rubbed: "fourteen, have you been stimulated? Why do you force yourself to get a red hair that looks so angry? Or, last night, you couldn't bear to see the traffic jam in Shanghai, so you used this solemn and stirring action to remind drivers that there are red lights everywhere where you are, so slow down? "
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