The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Huo Baiyuan curled his eyebrows and stared at the screen for a long time. Finally, he pressed to connect.

A woman's tender voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Bai Yuan, I'm back."

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"Doctor Nie, then I will go back first." Song Lishu waved goodbye to Nie Ziyu by the side of the road.

Nie Ziyu smiled and nodded: "See you in our hospital."

"Okay." Song Lishu turned and left and walked into the door of Huo's house.

When she returned to the room, she suddenly felt a little tired, as if she couldn't lift any strength, she simply lay down on the bed.

I don’t know how long the phone on the bedside jingled, Song Lishu raised his hand feebly, touched the phone, picked it up, it was an alarm clock, it was time for dinner, and the sky outside the window had already darkened. .

Song Lishu got up from the bed and left the room.

She went downstairs, but saw Huo Baiyuan's figure sitting at the dining table.

Song Lishu suddenly stopped, his eyes widened in astonishment.

Since she moved here, Huo Baiyuan has never eaten on the first floor again.

She knew well that Huo Baiyuan didn't want to eat with her.

But how come today...

As if he had noticed the existence of Song Lishu, Huo Baiyuan raised his eyes lightly, glanced at Song Lishu, only one glance, and then looked away indifferently, without saying anything.

Song Lishu lowered his head and approached cautiously. While observing Huo Baiyuan's face, he gently pulled the chair away and sat down on the opposite side in fear.

She straightened her waist, and her whole body became extremely stiff, awkward, and uncomfortable. She clenched her chopsticks tightly, only caught a little dish in front of her, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed gently and slowly, as much as possible. There is no sound.

"Jiang Nianwei is back."

Huo Baiyuan's cold voice suddenly broke the silence.

Song Lishu was so frightened that he almost dropped the chopsticks in his hand.

Huo Baiyuan raised his eyes, stared at Song Lishu coldly, and said, "Do you know who Jiang Nianwei is?"

Song Lishu nodded his head.

How could she not know?

Huo Baiyuan curled his eyebrows and stared at the screen for a long time. Finally, he pressed to connect.

A woman's tender voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Bai Yuan, I'm back."

————

"Doctor Nie, then I will go back first." Song Lishu waved goodbye to Nie Ziyu by the side of the road.

Nie Ziyu smiled and nodded: "See you in our hospital."

"Okay." Song Lishu turned and left and walked into the door of Huo's house.

When she returned to the room, she suddenly felt a little tired, as if she couldn't lift any strength, she simply lay down on the bed.

I don’t know how long the phone on the bedside jingled, Song Lishu raised his hand feebly, touched the phone, picked it up, it was an alarm clock, it was time for dinner, and the sky outside the window had already darkened. .

Song Lishu got up from the bed and left the room.

She went downstairs, but saw Huo Baiyuan's figure sitting at the dining table.

Song Lishu suddenly stopped, his eyes widened in astonishment.

Since she moved here, Huo Baiyuan has never eaten on the first floor again.

She knew well that Huo Baiyuan didn't want to eat with her.

But how come today...

As if he had noticed the existence of Song Lishu, Huo Baiyuan raised his eyes lightly, glanced at Song Lishu, only one glance, and then looked away indifferently, without saying anything.

Song Lishu lowered his head and approached cautiously. While observing Huo Baiyuan's face, he gently pulled the chair away and sat down on the opposite side in fear.