The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the summer, the sun was scorching, the whole world seemed to be wrapped in flames, and the footsteps of passers-by on the streets were hurried, and they didn't want to bear even a second of heat.

Song Lishu was standing on the side of the road, wearing a heavy doll coat. Before she moved, she felt out of breath, put on her headgear, as if she was completely suffocated in the fire.

Holding the leaflet in her hand, against the big sun, she kept stuffing the flyers in front of passers-by. Some passers-by would pick it up, and some passers-by didn't even look at it and chose to bypass it.

After doing this for three hours, Song Lishu finally couldn't hold it anymore. She fell into the corner of the street, took off her headgear, sweating like raindrops, her whole body was like being fished out of the water, her cheeks were Sullen red, sweaty hair sticking to a small face, smiled embarrassingly.

Song Lishu leaned against the wall and raised her head. The scorching sunlight made her squint. She covered her chest with one hand and gasped with her mouth open. She felt that she was almost unable to breathe, and her head was fainted by the heat. Huh.

"How are you, are you okay?" At this moment, a voice rang from the top of his head.

Song Lishu turned his head and looked, and found that he was a part-time boss. He immediately stood up, but he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The boss looked at her and said: "Or you can do it here, it's a hot day, don't have an accident, I will pay you the money, and I will let someone else come in the next few hours."

"No, no, no, I can do it, I just have a rest for a while, and now I have a good rest." Song Lishu hurriedly picked up the headgear on the ground and wanted to put it on his head.

Seeing that she seemed to be short of money, the boss agreed.

Wearing a heavy doll costume, Song Lishu took the leaflet and walked towards the crowd again.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, this part-time job was finally over.

Song Lishu took off the doll's jacket, and the sweat-soaked clothes stuck to her body. She was very sticky and uncomfortable. She felt that she couldn't get it out with any strength. When she received the money from the boss, her hands were shaking.

When she left the mall, Song Lishu suddenly felt dizzy and her legs became weak. She hurriedly supported the wall and fell to the ground, slowing down for a while.

At this time, the cell phone in the pocket rang.

Song Lishu fumbled out the phone, and after connecting it, he let out a weak feed.

Nie Ziyu's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Li Shu, why didn't you come here for a review today?"

Song Lishu woke up instantly: "Doctor Nie? I...I just got off work."

Nie Ziyu gave a clear hum and said, "Then you can come over now, I'm still in the hospital."

"Now?" Song Lishu hesitated.

Nie Ziyu asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Lishu replied: "Sorry, Doctor Nie, I still have a part-time job. The time is coming soon, can I postpone the re-examination?"

"Is there a part-time job?" Nie Ziyu asked in surprise, "When does the part-time job end?"

"Probably at night... around ten o'clock."

Suddenly there was silence on the other end of the phone.

I don’t know how long it took before Nie Ziyu’s voice reverberated: “It’s going to be ten o’clock in the evening, Li Shu, are you so tired?”

Song Lishu laughed dryly: "Actually, it's okay."

"What about tomorrow?" Nie Ziyu asked again.

Song Lishu replied awkwardly: "Tomorrow...it will be ten o'clock in the evening."

"Li Shu!" Nie Ziyu instantly angrily said: "Are you going to die, I will let you rest and you won't listen, and still find so many part-time jobs?!"