The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

He still held Yunci tightly and hid his head behind her, as if relying on her alone.

Su Mi wiped away her tears. It was not the time to cry, she stood up, looked at Yunci and Dongtang Chi You, and said: "That special medicine has been sent for testing. Maybe, there is a chance to make an antidote, Chi You Master will be able to return to normal."

Yun Ci nodded, and reached out to pat Dongtang Chiyou's head to soothe his emotions.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured, Huayidan deliberately sat a little farther, and pointed to the sofa next to him: "Boss, what about the woman?"

Song Lishu was leaning on the sofa crookedly, his head drooping weakly, and the long hair hanging from her ears was soft and shiny. It can be seen how hard Huo Baiyuan took to care for her. At first glance, she actually couldn't find that this was a corpse. .

"I'm all dead, just bury him." Hua Yinong said.

Yun Ci turned his eyes and glanced, vaguely recalling that eight years ago, in Nineteenth Villa, she and she had met once.

"No, just leave her behind."

Nodded, "Well, maybe it's useful, but..."

Hua Yinong stood up, walked slowly in front of Song Lishu, bent down and leaned over, gently lifting Song Lishu's long hair with one hand, she looked like her pale face impressively.

"Tsk tusk tusk... I don't look carefully, it's really like a living person, how much does that Huo Baiyuan love her, and he will leave the body by his side after death.

"Want to know the story of her and Huo Baiyuan?" Yun Ci suddenly asked aloud.

Hua Yi concentrated her ignorant eyes to Yun Ci: "Boss, you know?"

Yunci nodded his head lightly: "You know."

Hua Yinong immediately sat next to Yun Ci and bumped into Dongtang Chi You's blood pupils, and he hurriedly moved his buttocks away.

Dongtang slowly raised his head and stared straight at Yunci.

Yunci patted his head: "Good."

He obediently put his head back on Yunci's shoulder again.

Yun Ci lightly stroked Dongtang's late black hair, thinking for a moment: "According to the present, it's probably something that happened seven or eight years ago."

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Seven years ago.

The huge conference room was full of high-level men in suits and leather shoes. Someone was standing in front of the computer and presented the plan of a new project with documents.

At this time, an abrupt bell rang, interrupting the speech.

Everyone looked at the man sitting at the conference table.

Huo Baiyuan lifted the phone buckled on the table, and a message popped up on the screen.

"I wait for you."

Huo Baiyuan only glanced at him, without any extra emotion on his stern face, he buckled the phone upside down again, and raised his eyes to look at the subordinate whose speech was interrupted.

"carry on."

The subordinate recovered, took the file, and continued to give the project.

At the end of the meeting, Huo Baiyuan walked steadily out of the meeting room, and assistant Qin Miao hurried over from the other side.

"Young Master!" Qin Miao lowered his head to Huo Baiyuan's ear, and said in a panic, "Young Master, she...dead!"

Huo Baiyuan paused, turned his head to look at Qin Miao, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What?"

Qin Miao explained: "The accident happened in a dessert shop. I heard the clerk say that the young lady seemed to be waiting for someone. Later, I saw the young lady lying on the table, motionless. The clerk stepped forward to check the situation and found that the person was dead. , Died silently."

Huo Baiyuan's brows frowned imperceptibly, and the calm voice couldn't hear any emotions: "What about the cause of death?"