The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Huo Baiyuan looked at Nie Ziyu with a confused look: "What part-time job?"

Nie Ziyu opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

This Young Master Huo had a problem in his mind. No matter how much he said, he would not understand it. On the contrary, it would be bad if he caused unnecessary trouble to Li Shu.

"In short, don't make her too tired." Nie Ziyu gave a piece of advice.

Huo Baiyuan kept Song Lishu in his arms and stared at Nie Ziyu vigilantly, as if he was afraid that the person in his arms would be snatched away by him.

After helping Song Lishu to cool off the heat, Nie Ziyu closed the medical box, stood up from the bed, and glanced at Song Lishu in Huo Baiyuan's arms: "You can let her breathe for a while, don't bore her."

Huo Baiyuan snorted coldly, ignoring Nie Ziyu.

Nie Ziyu shook his head helplessly, and asked, "Can you really take care of her?"

Huo Baiyuan raised his eyebrows and said very upset: "Of course I can take care of my own wife."

"Wife?" Nie Ziyu was a little surprised, thinking that he had misheard.

"Yes! Wife! I got the certificate!" Huo Baiyuan raised his hand, showing off the ring in his hand to Nie Ziyu.

Although I don't know why Huo Baiyuan thinks so, Nie Ziyu understands that it is impossible for him and Song Lishu to get married.

Nie Ziyu didn't want to say any more: "Then you take good care of him, I will leave first."

After speaking, he turned and walked in the direction of the door.

Huo Baiyuan didn't send it either. He just watched Nie Ziyu walk out the door. After he left completely, Huo Baiyuan released Song Lishu in his arms and carefully supported Song Lishu to lie down on the bed.

Then, he turned on the fan again, lay down beside Song Lishu, took a fan, and gently fanned Song Lishu.

When it was almost dawn, Song Lishu finally woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, Huo Baiyuan's handsome face came to her eyes.

He was still holding a fan in his hand and hadn't slept, and nervously asked, "Nianwei, are you awake? How do you feel? Does his head hurt?

Song Lishu shook his head, but his head no longer hurts, but he felt weak all over.

"I'm going to get you food!" Huo Baiyuan jumped out of bed, took the food out of the refrigerator, put it in the pot and heated it clumsily, making the kitchen a mess.

Finally, he brought a bowl of slightly mushy noodles and reached in front of Song Lishu.

Song Lishu looked at Huo Baiyuan's sweaty appearance and couldn't help but laugh. When did Master Huo Da, who was once pampered, ever do such a thing?

Song Lishu stretched out his hand, touched Huo Baiyuan's cheek distressedly, and said dumbly, "Thank you."

Huo Baiyuan grinned: "It's not hard at all."

Song Lishu finally felt a little better after eating the bowl of noodles.

Huo Baiyuan put the bowl aside, knelt down in front of Song Lishu, and said, "That Doctor Nie told you not to be too tired."

"Doctor Nie? Is he here?"

Seeing Song Lishu's unusual reaction, Huo Baiyuan curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "Well, I called her because you suddenly fainted and I was frightened."

Song Lishu touched his head: "I'm fine now, don't worry."

"Then what does Doctor Nie mean by part-time job?" Huo Baiyuan asked again.

Song Lishu was stunned and said with a smile: "It's nothing."

After a glance at the time, it was almost dawn. Song Lishu took Huo Baiyuan and said, "Hurry up and sleep for a while. I'll get up in a few hours."