The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Just as Song Lishu was in a daze, Huo Baiyuan suddenly grabbed Song Lishu's waist, lifted her horizontally, and walked out of the bathroom.

Song Lishu subconsciously clung his arm to the man's neck and looked at him in panic.

Huo Baiyuan hugged Song Lishu in the bathroom, put it down on the bed, and then leaned over, lowered his head, and quickly got close to Song Lishu's face.

Song Lishu hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, stared at the man above with wide eyes, and squattedly asked: "What...what?"

Huo Baiyuan blinked and said frankly: "Nianwei, I want to kiss you."

Song Lishu shook his head vigorously: "No."

Huo Baiyuan asked puzzledly: "Why?"

Song Lishu was speechless for a while.

why?

Because she is not really Jiang Nianwei.

Huo Baiyuan curled his lips and put on the look of aggrieved face again. With a pair of expectant eyes, he stared at Song Lishu straightforwardly: "Just a kiss, it's really just a kiss, okay?"

Watching Xia like this, Song Lishu's heart seemed to soften into a puddle of water in an instant, with ripples.

How to refuse?

She couldn't refuse.

"Then... only a kiss on the face is allowed."

Huo Baiyuan nodded: "You take your hand away and cover your face."

Song Li's letter thought it was true, and put down her hand. Just as her hand withdrew from her lips, Huo Baiyuan suddenly lowered her head and pecked on her lips.

Song Lishu was stunned, staring at Huo Baiyuan in disbelief, but saw a sly smile on the corner of the man's lips, and said with a grin, "You have been fooled."

Song Lishu flushed suddenly.

Huo Baiyuan even leaned in front of Song Lishu, not knowing if it was intentional, and asked: "Why is your face so red? Is it too hot?"

Song Li's book started at the beginning, without looking at Huo Baiyuan, his face was a bit solemn and said: "Young Master, this is not allowed next time."

Poor is like an abandoned child.

At this moment, she must be at home, holding the clock, counting every second, waiting for her to go home restlessly.

"Doctor Nie, how is my condition?" Song Lishu asked.

Nie Ziyu looked at the report in his hand, breathing slightly, "It has deteriorated."

Song Lishu's face was stiff.

Yeah, as expected, isn't it?

Of course, things like cancer only get worse. How can it get better?

Song Lishu clasped her finger helplessly, and asked, "Then how long will I...how long can I live?"

"Lishu." Nie Ziyu put down the report, looked at Song Lishu, and said, "Don't always feel that you are going to die. All you have to do now is treatment. A positive and optimistic attitude also has a great impact on the condition."

Song Lishu was just afraid, if he was going to die and Huo Baiyuan's head hadn't recovered yet, what should he do? Who will take care of him?

Song Lishu smiled at Nie Ziyu: "I will actively treat him."

At least, she will last until Huo Baiyuan recovers and then die.

Nie Ziyu also smiled: "I'll prescribe some medicine for you first, and come back next week."

Song Lishu was carrying the medicine. On the way back, he accidentally passed a restaurant and saw a part-time job offer posted at the door.

She stopped.

Now, she can’t go back to Huo’s house and continue to work. Healing her own illness and treating Huo Baiyuan’s brain require a lot of expenses, including daily food, drink and clothing. She has to find a new job and earn more money. Row.

The free time of this part-time job also made it convenient for her to take care of Huo Baiyuan.

Thinking of this, Song Lishu opened the door of the restaurant and walked in.