The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Huo Baiyuan didn't let her go out because he was afraid that she would be recognized by the outside world. He accidentally said the wrong thing and broke through their false marriage.

The servant held the cleaning tool and walked proudly past her.

Song Lishu stepped out of the door, and a ray of sunlight shone on her. It seemed that she hadn't been like this for a long time, and she had been standing in the sunlight.

When passing by the door of Huo’s main house, he suddenly saw a car parked beside him. Huo Baiyuan walked out of the hall. When he saw Song Lishu not far away, he paused, but quickly looked away indifferently, as if Disgusted that he would not stay for a second, he bent down and got into the car.

Just like when Song Lishu was once a servant of the Huo family, every time he appeared in front of Huo Baiyuan, his gaze always flashed past, so he never remembered her face.

Qin Miao was stunned when he saw Song Lishu, then he bowed his head slightly at her as a greeting, and then got into the car with Huo Baiyuan.

In the car, Huo Baiyuan was full of irritability, staring at Qin Miao coldly: "What do you say hello to her?"

Qin Miao laughed twice, without speaking.

Song Lishu pressed the hat extremely low, and was a little nervous along the way. Her photo was published in the newspaper, and she was afraid that someone would recognize her.

Fortunately, the hurried passers-by did not care about her existence.

She came to the hospital by car, feeling like she saw Nie Ziyu again after a long time.

Nie Ziyu looked at her pale face, her eyes were always shaking with anxiety, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Song Lishu suddenly recovered, and pulled the corners of his lips forcefully: "It's okay..."

She was actually prepared how to explain her and Huo Baiyuan’s affairs, but Nie Ziyu respected her and didn’t ask anything about her privacy. She focused all her concerns on her condition, just asking about her recent body. The situation, is there a good rest?

Song Lishu thanked Nie Ziyu from the bottom of my heart.

Nie Ziyu said: "It's been a long time, today you will have a comprehensive inspection."

There were too many people in the hospital. Song Lishu lined up for a complete check-up. It was almost noon.

The results of the examination did not come out until the afternoon, and Nie Ziyu invited Song Lishu to eat the hospital canteen.

After eating, I returned to the consultation room. The inspection report was already on the table. The result was not bad. I need to continue taking medicine.

Nie Ziyu took medicine for Song Lishu's. Then, he took off his white coat, picked up the coat on the chair, and said to Song Lishu, "I'm off work, let's take you back by the way."

Song Lishu was a little surprised: "Doctor Nie, did you get off work so early?"

Nie Ziyu replied: "Every Wednesday, I will get off work earlier. Let's go."

Song Lishu declined a few times, but he was still very kind, and went to the parking lot with Nie Ziyu.

Sitting in the car, neither of them spoke.

When waiting for the traffic light, Nie Ziyu's hand tapped the steering wheel lightly. After a long time, he seemed to be finally unable to bear it. He turned to look at Song Lishu and asked, "Are you at Huo's house... okay?"

Song Lishu was taken aback for a moment, concealing his expression, nodded: "Very...very good."

"Really?" Nie Ziyu didn't seem to believe it.

Seeing Song Lishu nodded, he couldn't say anything more.

"I can rest assured that you have a good time. If you have any difficulties, you can always find me."

Song Lishu smiled gratefully at him.

The car stopped on the roadside of Huo's house. Song Lishu opened the door and got out of the car, then bent down, and smiled at Nie Ziyu in the car and said, "Thank you, Doctor Nie."