The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

It's just that there is a person in his heart, that person is afraid of thunder, and he must be by her side in such a thunderous weather.

But who is that person? Why can't he remember!

Luo Changchuan saw that Huo Baiyuan's appearance was not quite right, so he stroked his shoulder and asked, "Bai Yuan, are you okay?"

Huo Baiyuan clutched his head and squatted down a little bit, curling up his body tightly like a child who was not panicked.

"my head…"

Luo Changchuan hurriedly asked, "Does my head hurt again?"

Since Huo Baiyuan returned from missing for half a year, he has suffered from headaches from time to time. When he went to the hospital for examination, he only said that his head had been hit and he had healed, and he could not find a cure.

In the dark room, lightning struck in like a sharp sword from outside the window, accompanied by the roaring thunder that shook people's ears, and the howling wind blew past like a ghost.

A figure lying on the bed trembled fiercely.

Song Lishu clenched the quilt with his hands, and buried his head tightly under the quilt. Every shock of thunder seemed to have smashed into her body.

There was a rustle of rain outside the window, but the thunder did not stop.

In the dark room smashed by lightning, Song Lishu's body rolled from the bed to the ground. She almost crawled to the closet, opened the door, and tremblingly pulled out a man's shirt.

She grabbed the shirt and crawled back to the bed, curled up and hid under the quilt, holding the shirt tightly in her arms, until she smelled the faint breath of Huo Baiyuan on the shirt, she finally felt a trace of peace of mind.

Song Lishu closed her eyes, her ears were invaded by violent storms, in the darkness, as if she had returned to the hut. Huo Baiyuan held her firmly in his arms and gently said to her: "Don't be afraid, I am here, I will Protect you."

Every weather with lightning and thunder, I will be by your side.

In the middle of the night, the rainstorm finally stopped gradually.

Huo Baiyuan was lying on the sofa with one hand on his eyebrows, his face pale, his chest heaving due to heavy breathing.

Song Lishu spread the clothes on the bed and folded them neatly. When two people lived in the hut, she folded clothes for Huo Baiyuan in the same way.

After the clothes were folded, they were properly put into the closet by Song Lishu.

The weather in the morning was still fine, but in the afternoon, it became gloomy, with dark clouds rolling in the sky, and before the summer rainstorms, I always felt very hot.

Huo Baiyuan ended a meeting, walked out of Huo's door, got in the car, he leaned back and pinched his tired eyebrows.

The car did not drive in the direction of Huo's house, and ten minutes later, it stopped in front of a small western-style building.

Huo Baiyuan got off the car and rang the doorbell. Soon, the door was opened and a handsome man appeared.

Luo Changchuan smiled at Huo Baiyuan: "Why are you here suddenly?"

Huo Baiyuan raised the file in his hand: "The project matter."

Luo Changchuan immediately welcomed Huo Baiyuan into the house.

Huo Baiyuan sat down on the sofa, Luo Changchuan made a cup of tea for him, smiled and joked: "I read your column in the magazine, you can really pretend it!"

He was referring to a few questions about Song Lishu during the interview, and Huo Baiyuan's answer was perfect.

Huo Baiyuan threw a cold eye at Luo Changchuan and said nothing.

Huo Baiyuan raised the file in his hand: "The project matter."

Luo Changchuan immediately welcomed Huo Baiyuan into the house.

Huo Baiyuan sat down on the sofa, Luo Changchuan made a cup of tea for him, smiled and joked: "I read your column in the magazine, you can really pretend it!"