Chapter 1373: Fourteen, Where's Your Hair?
Uncle He sighed, the young master is only in his twenties, young, trendy and avant-garde, he can understand.
When I turned around to prepare, suddenly, as if thinking of something, I turned back.
"Young master, let me ask you a question, have you and Miss Qian not received a marriage certificate yet? I think she is not yet twenty years old."
Long Muchen's eyes narrowed slightly, the rapid drop in temperature made him look open, as if a little displeased.
"Duo'er is my wife, do you have any dissatisfaction?"
He Bo quickly waved his hands and explained: "No, young master, you misunderstood. Miss Qian is your savior. It's too late for us to be grateful to her. How can we be dissatisfied with her?"
After living a long time, without seeing the young master's infatuation for Miss Qian, he spent so many years in the Long family for nothing!
After hearing this, Long Muchen's expression slightly improved.
After thinking for a while, he added: "By the way, go find someone to apply for a fake identity for Duo'er. She is nineteen years old and her name is Qian Duo'er. I don't want too many people to know her existence."
Although he has only been in Shanghai for less than a day, he has a preliminary understanding of the rules of the game here.
Inexplicably, I became the young master of the Long family, which can be regarded as giving him an official status in this time and space.
As for Duo'er, after three years, her body in Shanghai must be gone.
Only by creating a false identity for her can she be deceived.
As long as it was related to Qian Duoduo's affairs, he would always be very thoughtful.
Although He Bo didn't know the young master's intention of doing this, but he was loyal and didn't ask any further questions, so he nodded and followed Long Muchen's instructions to prepare to go.
——Duoer dividing line——
Qian Duoduo didn't turn upside down because of the time-space difference, so she stayed on the bed and slept until noon the next day before waking up faintly.
Stretching, he habitually crossed his legs and reached out to grab Shisi, only to find that the man beside him had long since disappeared.
Qian Duoduo lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed to call the housekeeper, when the bedroom door was opened at this moment.
"Duo'er, are you awake?"
Holding a bunch of shopping bags in his hand, Long Muchen looked at the little girl's ignorant eyes, which seemed to have not been fully opened, so he hurried over, fished her out of the bed, and hugged her in his arms.
Qian Duoduo originally thought that she was dreaming, and the dream was full of red and gray hair, until she felt Long Muchen's wrist tightly hugging her waist, she suddenly walked out of the dream.
Turning her head away, she tried her best to wipe her eyes, and stared blankly at Long Muchen's strange appearance.
"Fourteen, where's your hair? Where's your windy, coquettish hair?"
Qian Duoduo grabbed Long Muchen's collar, and kept scratching his back with her small hands, trying to pull out a few hairs.
"cut!"
Compared with the astonishment of the little charming wife, Long Muchen seemed much calmer, and fiddled with his new look chicly.
With waist-length hair for 20 years, I occasionally change my look and walk on the street, it's quite chic!
Qian Duoduo rubbed his new hair with a look of astonishment, like a chicken coop: "Shisi, did you get some kind of stimulation, why did you force yourself to get a red hair that looks so angry? , Last night you couldn't bear to see the roads in Shanghai congested, so you used this tragic action to remind the drivers that wherever you are, there are red lights everywhere, so you should slow down?"