The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

No one regrets a piece of cake for such a grand birthday party.

The overhead lights came on, and laughter filled the hall again.

Huo Baiyuan pressed his temple and tilted his head to look at the cake being picked up in the corner.

Did he have hallucinations just now?

But who is the woman who is walking towards him holding the cake?

Song Lishu ate most of the cake by herself, until she was almost nauseous, she stopped, and no one had ever moved the cake on the opposite side.

She repacked the cake into the box and put it in the refrigerator.

Huo Baiyuan's birthday party ended, and the Huo family once again restored the peace of the past.

A few days later, suddenly a servant knocked on Song Lishu's door. The servant looked a little annoyed, and said to Song Lishu angrily: "Young Master wants you to move back to the main house."

Song Lishu's eyes lit up for a moment.

Huo Baiyuan asked her to... move back?

why?

The servant looked at the dumbfounded Song Lishu and urged impatiently: "You hurry up, don't waste time."

Song Lishu suddenly stood up from the bed.

She moved to this villa alone, and moved back to the main house of the Huo family alone. The room was arranged in the deepest part of the corridor, even near the storage room.

Along the way, the servants stopped their work and made no secret of pointing to Song Lishu.

"Why is she back again?"

"I heard it was the order of the young master."

"What the **** is the young master thinking."

"It's really bad luck. I feel uncomfortable when I see her. I don't want to serve her. Who loves to go, who goes!"

Song Lishu walked back to the room step by step, as if she could still hear those voices echoing in her ears, she sat on the bedside in a daze, and suddenly felt that moving from there to here is no different. It would be better to stay alone in the villa over there. peaceful.

For dinner, Song Lishu went downstairs at the usual time. The hall was empty and the food was already on the table.

Song Lishu walked over, and after a while, she heard footsteps, she turned her head, and suddenly saw the figure of Huo Baiyuan coming in from outside the door.

Song Lishu squeezed his chopsticks in an instant, and he didn't even know how to put his eyes.

When Huo Baiyuan found Song Lishu sitting at the dining table eating, he paused slightly.

At this moment, a servant suddenly appeared and asked respectfully: "Master, you are back, do you now prepare dinner for you?"

Huo Baiyuan glanced at Song Lishu coldly, and replied indifferently: "No need for now."

Then stepped forward and walked to the second floor.

The servant looked back at Song Lishu, as if he understood why Huo Baiyuan didn't need to prepare dinner for the time being.

Song Lishu didn't have much appetite, so he quickly put down his chopsticks and went back to the room.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Lishu was awakened by the noise downstairs. She got up and got out of bed, opened the door and walked out, holding on to the railing, and suddenly saw Huo Baiyuan sitting on the sofa in the hall downstairs. He was dressed neatly. He is in a suit and has an upright posture, and he is very decently dressed today.

Opposite him, several cameras were also placed. A woman in professional attire was sitting next to him, her cellphone holding the microphone.

It looks like an interview.

The woman smiled and asked, "Master Huo Da, how does it feel to be newly married?"

Huo Baiyuan replied blankly: "Very good."

The woman asked again, "Is my grandmother here? Can we interview her too?"

Huo Baiyuan casually pointed upstairs: "She has a headache this morning, I will let her rest and the interview will not be necessary."