The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Huo Baiyuan glanced at the woman next to him, twisted his eyebrows in disgust, and quickly looked away, unwilling to even look at it.

It's crazy, what happened? !

At this moment, Song Lishu moved. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and saw the back of the man sitting up and her scratches all over her. Thinking of what happened last night, Song Lishu blushed again, curled her lips, and her voice was clear. Lazy.

"you're awake?"

The man suddenly turned his head, and his eyes were sharp as sharp blades, and Song Lishu was firmly nailed in an instant.

Song Lishu was frightened by this look. She saw hatred, disgust, and contempt from the man's eyes, except that she lost the love she once had.

Suddenly, Song Lishu seemed to have realized something, but before she had time to think about it, she felt her throat tighten and she couldn't breathe instantly.

Huo Baiyuan grabbed Song Lishu's neck with one hand and slammed her against the head of the bed. The back of Song Lishu's head knocked against the wall, and there was a bang, and the pain made her tears come out.

Huo Baiyuan's stern eyes, as if he was about to stab her with a slash, his icy voice hid the monstrous anger: "Who are you?! You brought me here?!"

One of Song Lishu’s face was flushed red, she stared at the man in front of her with stunned eyes. The cold and fierce face in front of her, obviously last night, still showed tenderness and pampering, it was as thin as a knife. Lips, speaking the most touching words of love.

She later realized that Huo Baiyuan had returned to normal, and he had changed back to the former young master Huo Da, and he was no longer her A Yuan.

Song Lishu twitched the corners of her lips, not knowing whether she should cry or laugh, she squeezed a little voice from her throat, and said tentatively, "Huo...Master Huo?"

Huo Baiyuan narrowed his narrow eyes: "Do you know me?"

Song Lishu's heart seemed to be thrown into the abyss in an instant.

It turned out that he had really recovered.

She had been a servant in the Huo's house for so long, and he never remembered her. Now, he has finally recovered his memories, but he has completely forgotten the time he spent with her.

In fact, she had known for a long time that Huo Baiyuan's head would eventually recover, but she did not expect that it would be so fast, so suddenly, that she would be caught off guard.

Her A Yuan disappeared before he even had time to say goodbye.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly released Song Lishu's book. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor. He found that it was a very cheap and inferior sweater. He raised his eyebrows in disgust, and looked around. See my own clothes.

He had no choice but to endure his disgust, put on the sweater and tidy up the pleated sleeves, and said in a contemptuous tone: "It's impossible to be responsible. You can charge a price directly for how much it costs."

Song Lishu's hand clenched the quilt a little bit, feeling that the heart was cut out by his words, blood was leaking out, she said softly, "It's okay, I don't need money."

Hearing these words, Huo Baiyuan seemed to pause for a moment. He raised his head and looked at Song Lishu with suspicious eyes, as if he was speculating about what tricks she had.

"you sure?"

Song Lishu dropped her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled twice, and fell into silence.

Huo Baiyuan raised his eyebrows, with threats and warnings in his tone: "Remember what you are saying now, in the future, don't pester me with such things."