The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

But Huo Baiyuan stared at the soup in the bowl, his brows tightened.

Song Lishu looked at him like this, and asked, "What's the matter? Don't eat or drink soup?"

Huo Baiyuan shook his head and pointed to the soup in the bowl: "There are Hunan dishes."

It turns out that he doesn't like coriander either.

Song Lishu couldn't help but smile, this was something she couldn't understand after being a servant in Huo's house for so long.

Song Lishu brought the bowl over, picked up the coriander bit by bit, and then handed it to Huo Baiyuan: "Well, there is no more coriander now."

Huo Baiyuan picked up the spoon, took a sip, raised his head, and smiled crookedly toward Song Lishu: "It's delicious."

Song Lishu also smiled: "Then drink more."

After eating, Song Lishu washed the bowl.

There is still a whole afternoon.

Because of Huo Baiyuan's current situation, Song Lishu didn't dare to take him out casually, fearing that there would be other accidents, so he had to lie down in bed and search for a few movies.

The TV in the room is very small, and the movies are rented discs, and the picture quality is not clear.

Song Lishu watched the TV, Huo Baiyuan held her tightly in his arms, and stared at her directly, as if she was the most exciting plot.

Song Lishu actually didn't see any movies, because she could clearly feel Huo Baiyuan's scorching gaze. In fact, she was a little curious. In Huo Baiyuan's eyes, would she look like Jiang Nianwei?

The whole afternoon passed quickly, and the sky outside the window was getting late, even if Song Lishu was reluctant and reluctant to give up, she had no reason to leave Huo Baiyuan again, he would not belong to her in the first place.

Song Lishu turned off the TV.

Huo Baiyuan stared at her straightforwardly, and asked, "Don't you watch it?"

"Well, don't watch, we are going out."

Huo Baiyuan didn't ask much. He obediently followed Song Lishu and went to the door to change shoes. As long as he followed Song Lishu, he would be willing to go anywhere.

After changing his shoes and going out, the sky was completely dark. Song Lishu stopped a taxi on the side of the road and headed in the direction of Huo's family.

Song Lishu explained: "No, I just went shopping, isn't this coming back?"

"Can't leave me, Nian Wei." Huo Baiyuan touched Song Lishu's shoulder affectionately, acting like a child.

Song Lishu only felt that he was really different from the aloof Young Master Huo on weekdays.

"No, I won't leave you behind. You loosen it first and see what I bought." Song Lishu pushed Huo Baiyuan away and showed him the bag in his hand: "I bought some vegetables and made them for you at noon. and also…"

Song Lishu put the dishes on the table, pulled Huo Baiyuan and sat down on the chair, took out a sweater, a pair of pants, and a pair of ordinary canvas shoes from the bag.

Huo Baiyuan is still wearing hospital gowns and slippers, so he can't let him go out like this.

Song Lishu gestured the clothes on Huo Baiyuan's body, and just closed, she stuffed the clothes into Huo Baiyuan's hands, smiled embarrassedly, and said: "These are all bought in small shops, not as good as your usual The expensive clothes you are wearing may be uncomfortable to wear, so let’s just take a look."

Huo Baiyuan didn't have the slightest dislike, but smiled happily while holding his clothes, reaching out to get rid of the sick clothes on his body.

Song Lishu suddenly held Huo Baiyuan's hand: "What are you doing?"

Huo Baiyuan looked at her strangely: "Change clothes."

"You can't change here!" Song Lishu said.

Huo Baiyuan asked ignorantly and confusedly: "Why?"

"There is no reason, just can't." Song Lishu blushed, pulled Huo Baiyuan up, and pushed into the bathroom: "You go inside to change."