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.

A few days later, it was Huo Baiyuan's birthday.

I didn't expect time to pass so fast.

Closing her eyes, the last birthday she spent with Huo Baiyuan seemed to have happened yesterday. It was the first time she spent her birthday with Huo Baiyuan, and it should be the only one.

Although Song Lishu stayed alone in this small villa, he was still able to feel the atmosphere of Huo's main house.

As in previous years, as soon as Huo Baiyuan’s birthday is reached, the Huo family will start preparing several days in advance, purchasing items, dressing up the banquet hall, and drawing up guest invitations. Every birthday of Huo Baiyuan is luxurious and grand.

Only last year, I was nesting in that small room with her, surrounded by a cake I bought in a dessert shop, but I didn't want to finish it.

But at that time, Huo Baiyuan seemed to have never had such a happy birthday.

In the early morning, Song Lishu woke up early and could clearly hear the noise outside. He turned on the phone and looked at the date on the screen.

Today is Huo Baiyuan's birthday, so noisy outside, it must be the main house that is planning the next birthday party.

Song Lishu got up and went downstairs. As soon as she walked to the door, a servant suddenly stopped her, as if she was specially watching her.

The servant said coldly: "The eldest master ordered that you can only stay here today, not over there."

Huo Baiyuan didn't want her to attend his birthday party.

Of course she knows, why is she qualified to participate?

Song Lishu said softly, "I'm not going there, I just want to go out and come back soon."

The servant looked at her suspiciously.