The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Song Lishu returned home with the cake. From a distance, he saw many luxury cars parked at the door of Huo's main house. The door was crowded with people and it was very lively. The servants were busy welcoming guests into the hall.

Song Lishu deliberately walked to the edge of the green forest and detoured back to the villa on the west side, trying not to be developed by the people there.

Back in the room, Song Lishu put the cake on a low table and sat on the floor. The curtains were half drawn, and there was no light from outside, and Song Lishu's figure was plunged into darkness.

Carefully opening the box, the beautiful cake appeared in front of you, and the buttery bunny on it came alive.

Song Lishu could still hear the melodious music from the main house, laughter, noisy and noisy, only she was sitting alone in this dimly lit room, where death and silence spread like vines, like an endless abyss, like sunshine never shines through. Corner, like a wilderness forgotten by everyone.

Song Lishu put a candle in and lit the flame. The swaying candlelight set off her lonely face. She raised her eyes and looked at the opposite side. After waiting for a while, she couldn't wait for anyone to make a wish. Then she blew out the candle again, and the faint starlight dissipated in an instant. , The darkness swallowed her again.

Speaking of it, she still doesn't know what kind of wish Huo Baiyuan made on her birthday last time.

Song Lishu pulled out the candle, picked up the plastic knife, pulled the corner of his lips toward the empty side, and slowly said, "Then I will cut it."

She cut the cake, cut the cute little bunny completely onto the plate, and placed it on the opposite side, then took another piece and placed it in front of her.

Looking at the empty opposite side, Song Lishu showed a pale smile and said softly, "Happy birthday, A Yuan."

She took a spoonful of cake and put it in her mouth, only to find that the cake was not sweet, but bitter on the tip of her tongue.

Suddenly, everything seemed to have returned to the hut. Huo Baiyuan was sitting opposite her, smiling as she watched her eat the cake into her mouth, and the sweet cream melted in her mouth. She and Huo Baiyuan seemed to feel the cake for the first time. It's so delicious.

In the hall of Huo's family, there was a loud voice, accompanied by the melodious piano music, the guests pushed their cups and changed their cups, and they laughed sweetly. Suddenly, the lights above their heads dimmed, and everyone's laughter stopped and gradually gathered in the middle.

In the middle stood the protagonist of this birthday party-Huo Baiyuan.

He was surrounded by everyone and was the most shining focus of the audience.

The housekeeper was holding the cake, passing through the crowd, and slowly walking towards Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan watched the candlelight swaying on the cake, and suddenly felt a trance. The surroundings were plunged into darkness. He saw the candlelight, holding the cake as if he had become a woman, and the woman’s silky hair fell across his shoulders. With the dim flame, a gentle smile appeared at him.

Huo Baiyuan couldn't help squinting his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried to look, he couldn't see exactly what the woman looked like. She seemed to be close to him, but far away.

"Young Master? Young Master?"

A call rang in Huo Baiyuan's ear.

Huo Baiyuan blinked his eyes suddenly, the whole person was waking up from a dream, the woman suddenly disappeared, and the housekeeper holding the cake stood in front of him.

"Master, cut the cake."

Huo Baiyuan frowned, picked up the long knife on the side, and slowly made a few strokes on the cake. The cut cake was quickly set aside, no matter how delicate it was, it became unremarkable.