The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the middle of the night, Song Lishu was standing in the kitchen, poured a glass of water, unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured a few pills into her palm, and stuffed them into her mouth together. The pills were bitter on the tip of her tongue. She immediately took a few sips of water.

"Nianwei!"

Suddenly, Huo Baiyuan's figure rushed into the kitchen.

Song Lishu hurriedly opened the door of the cabinet, stuffed all the medicine into the cabinet, and then turned around and assumed a nonchalant appearance.

"what's happenin?"

"What are you doing here?" Huo Baiyuan asked.

Song Lishu held up the water glass: "I'm a little thirsty, drink some water."

"Is it ready then?"

"Drink it."

Huo Baiyuan stepped forward and grabbed Song Lishu's hand: "Then let's go to sleep, I can't sleep without holding you."

In a blink of an eye, another month has passed. It was the hottest season of summer. Huo Baiyuan was bored at home all day, and gradually couldn't stand it anymore, clamoring to go out with Song Lishu.

Song Lishu had to take advantage of the day of rest to take Huo Baiyuan out for a stroll.

Because he was afraid of being discovered, Song Lishu put on a hat for Huo Baiyuan. The two of them wandered around the street and went to the park to rest. Huo Baiyuan took a cell phone and took a photo with Song Lishu wherever he went.

When passing by a Tutu dessert shop, Song Lishu asked, "Are you hungry or thirsty? Let's go in and eat something."

Huo Baiyuan nodded with a smile.

The two chose a corner seat and ordered two glasses of juice and a small piece of cake. Song Lishu gave the cake to Huo Baiyuan.

Seeing the people coming and going in the dessert shop, Song Lishu suddenly felt that the years were quiet, but how long can this wonderful time last?

Song Lishu shook his head.

Forget it, don't stop thinking about it.

Turning her head, she suddenly saw Huo Baiyuan holding the other end of the iron spoon that was eating the cake, mashing something at the corner of the table.

"A Yuan, what are you doing?!" Song Lishu hurriedly stepped forward to stop, and took off Huo Baiyuan's hand, only to see that he had already carved a line of small characters on the corner of the table.

Huo Baiyuan always loves...

Back home, Song Lishu carefully stored the marriage certificate in an iron box and locked it so that Huo Baiyuan would not suddenly open it, and found that the name on it was not the person he was thinking of.

Song Lishu suddenly felt that she was too mean, even if Huo Baiyuan recognized her as someone else, she still used the identity of another person to enjoy Huo Baiyuan's love, and even... more and more indulged in it.

Sometimes, she even thought viciously, if Huo Baiyuan could continue like this, it would be better not to recover.

But as soon as this idea came out, it was immediately suppressed by Song Lishu.

No! She can't think so!

She stole a little time with Huo Baiyuan herself, couldn't she be satisfied?

Therefore, she still has to cure Huo Baiyuan as soon as possible. He should be the young master of the Huo family who enjoys all the glory and power, rather than staying with her in this dilapidated hut.

"Nianwei!"

Huo Baiyuan suddenly hugged Song Lishu from behind.

Song Lishu's thoughts were instantly pulled back.

Huo Baiyuan touched Song Lishu's head with affection, and promised word by word: "One day, I will give you the grandest wedding."

wedding…

In a place where Huo Baiyuan could not see, Song Lishu pulled out a pale smile: "Okay, I'll wait."

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In the early morning, the sun was shining above, and even the wind was hot, but there was a chill in the hospital.

Song Lishu had just finished his inspection and walked into Nie Ziyu's office.

Nie Ziyu raised his head and showed a gentle smile at Song Lishu.