After dressing up as the actor’s dog, I became famous in the entertainment industry

The Zhou family in the imperial capital.

After Song Qinghe took a shower, she was wearing a green bathrobe, and her long hair was still wet hanging down the side of her face.

After walking out of the bathroom and looking at the man sitting on the sofa, Song Qinghe's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness.

Zhou Hongchuan was still wearing a suit, and his tie was pulled aside.

When he saw Song Qinghe coming out of the shower, he had a soft smile on his face.

"Qinghe..."

Listening to his voice, Song Qinghe turned away, walked to the dressing mirror and sat down.

Wipe your hair with a dry towel.

"What's up?"

Seeing the woman's cold and indifferent look, Zhou Hongchuan's eyes were full of anger, but it was quickly covered up.

He walked behind the woman and put his hand on her shoulder.

"You and I are husband and wife, how can we be so separated?"

As the man came closer, a light scent of jasmine perfume faintly spread out from his body.

Song Qinghe sneered and brushed the man's hand away calmly.

This perfume smell comes from the man from time to time.

She had asked before, but Zhou Hongchuan said that there would always be some in various entertainment banquets.

But every time it smells like jasmine, I really... have a soft spot for it.

The mistress he secretly raised was also the biological mother of his nominally adopted daughter.

He really knows how to play.

"Tell me what you need from me. I'm getting ready for bed."

Zhou Hongchuan suppressed the depression in his heart and said, "The company recently negotiated a big project, and the capital turnover is difficult. When you married into the Zhou family, the shops your father gave you have always been profitable, so can you... "

Hearing this, Song Qinghe suppressed the sneer that was about to come out and said lightly, "Of course, I will ask my lawyer to transfer those shops to your name tomorrow. If the company has something to do, I will do my best to help."

Zhou Hongchuan didn't expect the woman to agree so readily. She was full of words, but now she has no use for them.

"By the way, Fenghua has established a firm foothold in the country and has made many connections. I think these are beneficial to Zhou's development, so I should make good use of them."

Zhou Hongchuan felt relieved physically and mentally after hearing these words.

"Qinghe is worthy of being the mistress of the Zhou family. I am lucky to marry you."

jingle--

At this time, the doorbell of the room rang.

I saw a maid standing at the door with a cup of brown soup in her hand, whispering, "Madam, it's time to drink medicine."

Song Qinghe glanced at the maid and said calmly, "Bring it in."

Zhou Hongchuan naturally recognized what this medicine was.

"How does Qinghe feel after taking the medicine for this period of time?"

Song Qinghe picked up the medicine and drank it without blinking in front of the man.

The voice seemed to be a little warmer than before.

"Not bad, I feel much better."

Zhou Hongchuan smiled and nodded, "This is a prescription prescribed for you by an old Chinese doctor I specially found. As long as it works."

Seeing that it was almost time, Song Qinghe raised his head and asked, "Are you going to sleep here tonight?"

After hearing these words, Zhou Hongchuan was about to agree when he saw the woman raise her hand inadvertently, revealing the dense wounds on her arm, and her eyes shrank.

"No, you have to get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning. Your sleep quality is not good. If I disturb you then, you will have a headache again. It's getting late. You should rest quickly, otherwise you will have a headache again later."

He looked like he was caring about his wife wholeheartedly.

Song Qinghe nodded, "Okay."

After the others left, Song Qinghe took off the nightgown he was wearing, his eyes full of disgust.

The arms were covered with dense wounds.

The scars on both wrists are even more obvious.

It makes people afraid to look directly.

Entering the bathroom again, Song Qinghe stretched out his hand to clasp his throat with an expressionless expression.

He spat out all the concoction he just drank.

After vomiting, Song Qinghe looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His cheeks were as pale as ghosts, and his eyes were scarlet and bloodshot.

The thin bones on his body almost bulged out.

People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts.

He poured cold water on his face, which made Song Qinghe sober up.

She can't fall down yet, she can't...

How could she fall when her daughter's murderer was still alive.

At least the murderer who hurt my daughter must pay the due price! ! !

……

The next day, based on the information provided by Shen Yun, Song Yuannian found a nurse who had survived the fire at Imperial Ren'an Hospital in a remote small county in Lin City, Ji Province.

More than twenty years have passed, and the nurse at that time was already in her fifties.

Most of the black hair on his head has been taken up by silver threads, and his face is full of grooves, showing his age.

He looks more like he is in his seventies or eighties.

The woman opened a canteen in a small county town, but the business was very cold.

When he saw a man dressed in expensive clothes, his eyes were unconsciously wary.

"what to buy?"

When the woman spoke, her voice was rough and hoarse, as if her vocal cords had been injured.

Song Yuannian looked at the woman, "Are you Liu Qin?"

When the woman heard her name being called, her heart tightened.

"My name is not Liu Qin. You have found the wrong person. If you don't want to buy something, leave immediately. Don't stop me from doing business."

The woman's voice was extremely hoarse.

Song Yuannian was sure that the woman in front of him was Liu Qin.

"So anxious to deny it? Oh, I forgot, you changed your name. Your name should be Li Xing now, right?"

Liu Qin's chapped lips trembled as she listened to the man's words.

Looking at the man in front of him who said his real name, Liu Qin knew that some things could no longer be hidden.

The whole person seemed to have lost his soul, sitting blankly on the chair, and his cloudy eyes were full of fear.

Haishi, Lishuiju

Li Zhao lay at home reading the script and scrolling through Weibo

Ice Cream lay next to her obediently.

Just reach out and you can pick up its soft little head.

This kind of day is too decadent.

Li Zhao sat up from the sofa. The bandage on his hand would be removed in two days.

In the past two days, someone has had three meals a day and various tonic soups.

Fortunately, Li Zhao is not prone to obesity, otherwise he would have gained several kilograms.

ding dong~

The doorbell rang, and Ice Cream, which was lying on the ground, jumped up excitedly.

Da Da Da ran to the door and sat obediently.

Li Zhao stepped on his slippers and opened the door.

No need to think, the breeder is here.

Shen Yun carried two thermos buckets in his hands as usual.

Looking at the girl who looked no worse than before, a trace of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

The tonic soup for the past two days is still effective.

"Wow~" Master~

Hearing the cry of ice cream, Shen Yun lowered his head and glanced at it.

"Is the ice cream naughty?"

When Ice Cream heard what her master said, she quickly barked and said that she was a good boy and not naughty at all.

Li Zhao told the man about the ice cream.

By the way, I added, "Ice cream is a good baby."

At the dining table, Li Zhao drank the soup obediently, his eyes peeking at the man sitting opposite him from time to time.

Shen Yun used serving chopsticks to pick up food for her, "What do you want to say? Tell me."

Li Zhao swallowed the soup in his mouth, with a hint of solicitude in his voice.

"Boss, can I resume work tomorrow? I'm fine now."

As she spoke, she raised her injured arm, preparing to show off her strong biceps.

"Sigh~"

However, as soon as he exerted force, the wound actually hurt a little.

Shen Yun: ..."Be at peace and eat."

Now is not the time to return to work. On the one hand, we are recovering from injuries. On the other hand, it is safer to stay at home.

Although Shen Yun has secretly arranged for someone to protect the girl secretly, he is still a little worried as long as the fundamental hidden danger is not removed.

At this time, Song Yuannian should have gone to find that person.

The DNA test results won't be available until tonight.

Shen Yun learned from the investigation information that Ms. Song, the matron of the Zhou family, had been having a bad life in recent years.

She was already 80% sure that Zhao Zhao was her daughter. When the identification results came out and it was confirmed, Shen Yun would support Zhao Zhao's decision whether she would recognize the mother or not.

As for the rest of the Zhaozhao Zhou family, Shen Yun tightened her grip on her chopsticks.

The dark eyes were filled with dark light.

His little girl has suffered so much.

The cycle of cause and effect always makes them taste it thousands of times.