The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Walked into the study, Huo Baiyuan just sat down, the phone rang, and a text message came out. It was the boss of another group. He had a good relationship with him. He heard the news of Song Lishu's death, sent a text of condolence and asked about the funeral. time.

Regarding such calls to comfort his bereaved wife, he has received many calls today.

funeral?

He didn't plan to hold any funeral for Song Lishu, wasting time and energy.

But now it seems that this funeral may be used to secretly win over the contacts of other families, which will help him to obtain the Huo family's inheritance rights in the future.

Thinking of this, Huo Baiyuan called Qin Miao.

The funeral was held as scheduled three days later. There was an endless stream of people who came to mourn. Song Lishu's last photograph was placed above the hall. Huo Baiyuan stood aside, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and it looked like he hadn't rested for several days. All right.

He glanced at Song Lishu's photo. The woman in the photo was black and white, but the bright smile still seemed to be colorful.

From her death to the present, Huo Baiyuan didn't take a look at her, and didn't even know where she was buried.

A middle-aged man walked in front of Huo Baiyuan, patted him on the shoulder, and calmly said: "Sorry."

Huo Baiyuan lowered his head, his long eyelashes drooped, his eyes were covered, his face looked a little haggard.

The reporters took the shutters one after another, taking pictures of Huo Baiyuan's seemingly sad appearance.

Qin Miao was busy greeting the guests, and accidentally saw this scene of Huo Baiyuan.

Just yesterday, Huo Baiyuan had already set up a marriage plan with the Shu family. Today, he looks decadent and sad again.

The major media will only rush to report on Huo Baiyuan's love and righteousness, and Huo Baiyuan also won many family connections at this funeral, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

After the funeral, everything returned to peace. Huo Baiyuan went to the company in the morning and returned to Huo's house in the evening. There was no difference between eating and sleeping. It seemed that the existence of Song Lishu had always been dispensable for everyone.

Early in the morning, Huo Baiyuan fastened his tie and went downstairs with his coat, and he saw a familiar figure sitting at the dining table on the first floor.

Huo Yijun was biting the bread in his mouth, and Huo Baiyuan waved his hand to say hello: "Brother, good morning."

Huo Baiyuan's face was cold, he walked over, pulled the chair away, and sat down on the opposite side.

Huo Yijun said: "I'm so sorry, when my sister-in-law died, I was still working on the project my father gave me overseas, and I didn't have time to come back to attend the funeral."

Huo Baiyuan ignored him.

Huo Yijun drank a sip of milk, then stood up, suddenly leaned in front of Huo Baiyuan, and said in a low voice: "Brother, sister-in-law is dead, you must be very happy now?"

Huo Baiyuan glanced at Huo Yijun coldly: "Take care of yourself."

Huo Yijun sneered and sat back on the chair again, looking at Huo Baiyuan, a vicious flash flashed under his eyes.

On the bus to the company, Huo Baiyuan received a call from Mr. Huo.

Elder Huo is now training abroad, and his body is deteriorating. Now, it is a crucial period for the Huo family to change the power holder. Both Huo Baiyuan and Huo Yijun know it well.

Huo Baiyuan answered the phone and yelled respectfully: "Dad."

Elder Huo’s weak voice came from the other end: "Since the person is dead, you should pay attention. Don’t be entangled with that kind of woman in the future and damage your own and the entire Huo’s reputation. You should understand what I mean. ."