The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

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Song Lishu kept her head down without any response. She raised her heavy head until she heard the door slamming. The huge room was empty, and Huo Baiyuan had already left.

The prize time was three days and three nights, but they only stayed here for one night and it was over.

Song Lishu turned his head slowly and saw Huo Baiyuan's mobile phone and a pair of cheap rings on the bedside, but he did not take them away.

Suddenly, Song Lishu felt as if he had been drained of strength, leaning weakly against the bedside, looking at the direction of the door.

At this moment, she finally had to admit that her dream woke up.

Last night, at the beach, Huo Baiyuan told her that even if she woke up from the dream, he would still be by her side, would still hold her, and love her.

However, in reality, this was not the case. He left without concern. He didn't even remember who she was.

The sea breeze rolled up the waves, the white gulls flew over the sea level, and the people on the beach chased and played, full of laughter and laughter.

Song Lishu endured the pain, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on. She picked up Huo Baiyuan's mobile phone and the pair of rings and put them in the suitcase.

After packing her luggage, she pushed the suitcase and walked to the door. Just when she opened the door, she saw two strange men standing outside. Before she could figure out what was happening, she saw the two men backing to the side with a touch of familiarity. The figure appeared at the door.

It turned out to be Huo Yijun.

Song Lishu was taken aback for a moment, tightening the lever of the suitcase, unexpectedly Huo Yijun would suddenly appear here.

Did he see Huo Baiyuan? How much did he know about himself and Huo Baiyuan in the room?

Huo Baiyuan glanced at the woman next to him, twisted his eyebrows in disgust, and quickly looked away, unwilling to even look at it.

It's crazy, what happened? !

At this moment, Song Lishu moved. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and saw the back of the man sitting up and her scratches all over her. Thinking of what happened last night, Song Lishu blushed again, curled her lips, and her voice was clear. Lazy.

"you're awake?"

The man suddenly turned his head, and his eyes were sharp as sharp blades, and Song Lishu was firmly nailed in an instant.

Song Lishu was frightened by this look. She saw hatred, disgust, and contempt from the man's eyes, except that she lost the love she once had.

Suddenly, Song Lishu seemed to have realized something, but before she had time to think about it, she felt her throat tighten and she couldn't breathe instantly.

Huo Baiyuan grabbed Song Lishu's neck with one hand and slammed her against the head of the bed. The back of Song Lishu's head knocked against the wall, and there was a bang, and the pain made her tears come out.

Huo Baiyuan's stern eyes, as if he was about to stab her with a slash, his icy voice hid the monstrous anger: "Who are you?! You brought me here?!"

One of Song Lishu’s face was flushed red, she stared at the man in front of her with stunned eyes. The cold and fierce face in front of her, obviously last night, still showed tenderness and pampering, it was as thin as a knife. Lips, speaking the most touching words of love.

She later realized that Huo Baiyuan had returned to normal, and he had changed back to the former young master Huo Da, and he was no longer her A Yuan.

Song Lishu twitched the corners of her lips, not knowing whether she should cry or laugh, she squeezed a little voice from her throat, and said tentatively, "Huo...Master Huo?"

Huo Baiyuan narrowed his narrow eyes: "Do you know me?"