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.

"You are taking medicine to treat the disease, but you are taking your life to work. Don't you know that your disease requires rest? Have you been short of money lately? I said earlier that the problem of money..."

"Doctor Nie, I will go for a review in a few days, thank you very much." Song Lishu hurriedly interrupted Nie Ziyu.

Every time she mentioned money, she would divert the topic.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Lishu returned home, Huo Baiyuan stuck to her to speak, but she didn't even have the strength to respond. She walked into the bathroom and took a shower. Just thinking about going to bed, it wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

After taking a shower, Huo Baiyuan opened his arms towards her. Before he could hold Song Lishu, he suddenly saw Song Lishu lying softly and weakly on the bed.

"Nianwei!"

Huo Baiyuan hurriedly hugged Song Lishu.

Song Lishu covered his chest with his hands, raised his head, and opened his mouth, as if unable to breathe, his small face flushed.

"Nianwei, what's the matter with you?" Huo Baiyuan saw that something was wrong and hurriedly asked.

Song Lishu slowly raised his hand, pressed his head, and suddenly patted twice in pain, his voice was weak and hoarse: "Head...head hurts."

It feels so painful that it's about to split.

"It hurts? Where does it hurt?" Huo Baiyuan carefully held Song Lishu's head, trying to help her rub it.

But before Song Li had time to say the next sentence, he closed his eyes and fainted.

"Nianwei!" Huo Baiyuan suddenly panicked, hugged Song Lishu tightly, and kept calling in her ear.

But the person in his arms didn't react at all.

Huo Baiyuan immediately jumped out of bed, anxiously like ants on a hot pot, scurrying around the room without knowing what to do.

He found Song Lishu's mobile phone and hurriedly searched through the address book. In the end, his eyes fixed on the three words Doctor Nie.