The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

He held Song Lishu tightly in his arms, and laughed at the camera. Both raised their hands and compared each other, just like they saw in the surveillance video.

The second one was at night by the river. The night wind disturbed the hair of him and Song Lishu. Standing in the wind, he and Song Lishu took this messy scene.

The third one is two hands clasped with ten fingers.

The fourth one is two pairs of feet walking in unison.

In the fifth picture, he and Song Lishu are sitting at the sumptuous table, which is full of his favorite dishes.

The sixth picture, Song Lishu was lying on his back on the beach by the sea, with his head resting on his shoulders, his eyes closed, and he was sleeping peacefully. He slyly took the photo as if secretly.

Every photo here is of him and Song Lishu.

In the photo, he is wearing the most ordinary clothes, maybe a shirt, maybe a T-shirt, maybe a sweater, and wearing the cheapest canvas shoes. The smile on the corner of his mouth has never been so bright. It is him, but he is not like him.

Huo Baiyuan's hand trembled uncontrollably, and his heart seemed to faintly hurt, making him unable to breathe. He gently put down the photo, and at the bottom of the iron box was a diary with a matte cover.

What is written in this diary, perhaps, it is written the truth, answers in pictures, and some secrets. He has already spied to this point. Does he really have the courage to read it?

He knew that by looking at it, I'm afraid it would really be overwhelming.

After hesitating for a long time, Huo Baiyuan finally picked up the notebook.

Turning over the cover, the first page was filled with words.

The first sentence of the diary is-I like Huo Baiyuan, although I am just a servant of the Huo family.

The first diary was about a year ago.

a year ago.

One of the most common early mornings.

The housekeeper is assigning work in the kitchen.

"Hurry up and get your breakfast ready, the second young master's milk will be replaced by coffee today."

Taking a look at the time, it was not too early, and the butler greeted: "Come and let the young master get up."

"I go."

At this time, a head came out.

Song Lishu pulled her long soft hair behind her head, showed a shy smile to the housekeeper, and said in a self-recommended manner: "I'll get the young master to get up."

The butler waved his hand: "Hurry up and go."

Song Lishu hurriedly turned around, trot upstairs, and stood outside Huo Baiyuan's room. She straightened her ears, raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but the door was opened from the inside at this moment.

After hesitating for a long time, Huo Baiyuan finally picked up the notebook.

Turning over the cover, the first page was filled with words.

The first sentence of the diary is-I like Huo Baiyuan, although I am just a servant of the Huo family.

The first diary was about a year ago.

a year ago.

One of the most common early mornings.

The housekeeper is assigning work in the kitchen.

"Hurry up and get your breakfast ready, the second young master's milk will be replaced by coffee today."

Taking a look at the time, it was not too early, and the butler greeted: "Come and let the young master get up."

"I go."

At this time, a head came out.

Song Lishu pulled her long soft hair behind her head, showed a shy smile to the housekeeper, and said in a self-recommended manner: "I'll get the young master to get up."

The butler waved his hand: "Hurry up and go."

Song Lishu hurriedly turned around, trot upstairs, and stood outside Huo Baiyuan's room. She straightened her ears, raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but the door was opened from the inside at this moment.