The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

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The two sat down at the dining table.

Song Lishu put a chopsticks and carrot into the man's bowl, and bitterly persuaded him not to be picky eaters, the man was wronged, put a small sip in his mouth, spit it out, and then began to play helplessly, saying that he would not eat.

Song Lishu showed a helpless but doted smile, after all, there was no way.

The TV was turned on, and I didn't know what was playing inside, and the fan page above my head creaked.

After taking a shower, Song Lishu came out of the bathroom with his hair still damp and stuck to his neck. The man suddenly rushed over, hugged Song Lishu, buried his head in the neck, greedily taking her breath, couldn’t help it. It smells so good.

Song Lishu pushed him, cursing shamelessly.

At this moment, the man slowly raised his head, and suddenly he twisted his head and shot straight at Huo Baiyuan.

As if he was aware of the existence of Huo Baiyuan, the man opened Song Lishu, turned around, and walked in the direction of Huo Baiyuan step by step. He stood straight in front of Huo Baiyuan impartially.

Looking at the man in front of him, seeing his face gradually clear, showing a handsome face, Huo Baiyuan's heart seemed to stop in an instant, because he found that this man turned out to be himself.

The man who had trouble with Song Lishu, laughed with Song Lishu, and Song Lishu sweetly embraced him turned out to be himself.

He is himself from beginning to end!

Huo Baiyuan suddenly felt his legs soft, and his whole body fell to the ground, stunned, as if he had lost his soul.

Qin Miao didn't know what was going on, so he grabbed Huo Bai's arm and asked, "Young Master, what's the matter with you? What's the matter?"

Huo Baiyuan suddenly hugged his head with his hands.

Those fragments rushing in his mind finally formed a complete picture.

In the small and dim room, Huo Baiyuan sat down on the ground, using the moonlight outside the window, flipping through the diary in his hand, turning over page by page, each page full of his name.

Later, in her diary, there was only one word-pain.

She can't express, she has nowhere to talk, she has only one feeling, pain.

The last article stopped on the day Song Lishu asked him to meet, and then there was no more to follow, and she was sealed in this small iron box with his feelings ever since.

If it weren't for the landlord's payment of rent, Huo Baiyuan would never find this place, these things, this diary, would completely disappear into the world along with Song Lishu.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his head, and his nerves seemed to be severely pulled by something. He instantly hugged his head with his hands. The intense pain almost made him unable to breathe, and countless pieces of broken images ran across his head. , As if to explode at any time.

This pain is like being slowed by a blade, like being eaten by tens of thousands of insects and ants.

Huo Baiyuan's pain was unbearable, he curled up and fell to the ground, his head being ripped apart by a big hand, **** and bloody, something was stuffed inside.

Qin Miao was taken aback, and hurriedly helped Huo Baiyuan: "Master, what's the matter with you?"

"It hurts..." Huo Baiyuan lay on the ground, hugged his head, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was stubborn with pain, and he squeezed a little whimper from his throat with difficulty: "Okay...it hurts..."

Qin Miao was at a loss: "It hurts? Where does it hurt?"

Huo Baiyuan couldn't answer, and he couldn't even tell where the pain was. Suddenly, a soft cheer rang in his ears, and his whole body shook.

"A Yuan..."