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 nodded slightly: "Okay, thank you, I will go to the hospital for a checkup in a few days."

The small villa to the west is empty and near the green forest. At night, the breeze blows, the branches sway and the leaves rustle, and the whole villa is shrouded in seclusion.

Several servants would come to clean during the day, and when everyone was gone at night, only Song Lishu was left. She stayed here alone, and even if something happened, it would be unsound every day.

Three meals a day will be arranged on the dining table in the hall, but no one will call Song Lishu, only she will go downstairs to eat when she sees the time.

Song Lishu is like a puppet every day, sitting blankly in the room. Only in the morning or evening will she become alive.

Because at that time, when Huo Baiyuan went out and went home, she stood on the balcony, craned her neck, and she could see the door of Huo’s main house, and she could see Huo Baiyuan wearing a neat high-end suit, walking out of the door and sitting on it. The car already waiting.

In the evening, I could see the car coming back again. Huo Baiyuan got out of the car. He took off his jacket and put it on his arms. He was wearing a neat shirt. His tie was torn apart by his hand, and it was loosely wrapped around his neck. Significantly tired.

Today, Huo Baiyuan suddenly came back a bit early. He heard the sound of the car stalling outside. Song Lishu who was sitting on the bedside was startled. Then, he stood up and ran to the balcony, holding the railing with both hands, and leaned out his upper body. , And try to look at the location of the gate.

She saw Huo Baiyuan getting off the car, still the usual appearance, I don't know if she noticed something, Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped, and then turned her head, which happened to face Song Lishu's eyes.

For a moment, Song Lishu only felt that his heart seemed to stop.

Across the gap in the shade of the trees, on the second floor balcony of Huo Baiyuan's west villa, there is a woman lying on her stomach, with her neck stretched out long, and she is looking at him, blinking a pair of eager and joyful eyes, eagerly looking forward. The appearance is a bit naive.

The moment he looked up at the past, the expression in the woman's eyes suddenly became panicked and at a loss, she hurriedly retracted her head, turned and ran back to the room, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Huo Baiyuan frowned.