Chapter 912

Huo Baiyuan glanced at the woman beside him. He twisted his eyebrows in disgust and quickly looked away. He didn't want to see more.

It's crazy. What's going on?!

At this time, song Lishu moved for a moment. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and saw the figure of the man sitting up, all over her scratches. Thinking of last night, song Lishu reddened her cheeks, bent up her lips, and her voice was lazy.

"Are you awake?"

The man suddenly turned his head, a pair of sharp eyes, instantly nailed the song Lishu.

Song Lishu was shocked by this look. She saw hatred, disgust and contempt from the man's eyes, but she didn't have the love she once had.

Suddenly, song Lishu seemed to realize something, but before she had time to think about it, she felt that her throat was tight and she couldn't breathe.

Huo Baiyuan grabs song Lishu's neck with one hand and presses her to the head of the bed. The back of song Lishu's head bumps against the wall. There's a bang, and her tears are coming out.

Huo Baiyuan's fierce eyes, as if to put her a knife, cold voice hiding a huge anger: "who are you?! You brought me here? "

Song Lishu's face was red. She looked at the man in front of her with her eyes. The cold and fierce face in front of her clearly showed tenderness and indulgence last night. Her thin lips were like knives. She said the most touching words.

She realized later that Huo Baiyuan had returned to normal. He changed back to the old Huo master, and was no longer her ah yuan.

Song Lishu pulled his lips. She didn't know whether she should cry or smile. She squeezed a voice out of her throat and said tentatively, "Huo... Huo, young master?"

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

Song Lishu's heart, as if in an instant, was thrown into the abyss.

It turns out that he has really recovered.

She worked as a servant in Huo's house for so long that he didn't remember her. Now, he finally recovered his memory, but he forgot all the time he spent with her.

In fact, she knew for a long time that Huo Baiyuan's head would eventually recover, but she didn't expect that it would be so fast and so suddenly, which caught her by surprise.

Her ah yuan, even before she could say goodbye, disappeared.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly let go of song Lishu's book. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground. He found that it was a very cheap and shoddy sweater. He frowned and looked around, but he didn't see his own clothes.

He had no choice but to endure disgust, put on the sweater, finishing the wrinkled sleeves, with a contemptuous tone, said: "responsible is impossible, how much money you need, you directly make a price."

Song Lishu's hand is a little bit tight by the corner, feel the heart was his words cut a hole, is leaking blood, she gently said: "it doesn't matter, 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. He seemed to be guessing what tricks she had.

"Are you sure?"

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

Huo Baiyuan raised eyebrows, with coercion and warning in his tone: "remember what you said now, don't pester me with such things in the future."