The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Even if it has not been cleaned up, it should be empty inside.

He has seen Song Lishu's room several times. There is not much about her in it. The bed is always neatly folded, and the dressing table, which should be filled with various luxury skin care products and jewelry, is always empty.

She lives here, like a passer-by, ready to leave at any time, and try not to leave a trace of herself.

Everyone knows that she used to be the only humble servant of the Huo family, who was greedy for glory, and tried all means to climb onto his bed.

But after getting married, what has she coveted? Huo Baiyuan couldn't remember it for a while, as if she knew he hated her, so she always avoided him as much as possible, even in front of him, she tried to make herself transparent like air.

Huo Baiyuan can't remember any more memories about her, because he doesn't care about her, even if she dies in front of him, he probably won't even look at it.

At noon, the sun was shining outside, and the breeze was blowing the branches.

In the restaurant, it was quiet, with only the sound of elegant music flowing.

With a knife and fork in his hand, Huo Baiyuan was slowly slicing the steak on the plate, but he looked out of the French window with a dazed expression.

"Bai Yuan?"

The delicately dressed woman on the other side called out softly.

Huo Baiyuan recovered, looked at the woman, and asked blankly: "What did you just say?"

Miss Shu smiled shyly: "I'm asking, when will Uncle Huo come back."

Huo Baiyuan replied: "Next month, the engagement ceremony will also be next month."

He seemed to be doing business, as if he was finishing his usual work. After replying, he turned his head and looked out the window, staring at the young leaves of the branches, losing his senses.

Miss Shu stared straight at Huo Baiyuan's stern face.

It seemed that he had been absent-minded from the moment he met and sat down to eat, and basically he didn't talk to her very much, always looking cold and indifferent.

Miss Shu thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Are you... still sad?"

Huo Baiyuan turned his eyes and glanced at her: "What sadness."

"It's you... the death of your wife."

Hearing this, Huo Baiyuan's face changed, and immediately, a sarcasm smiled from the corner of his lips: "There is nothing to be sad about."

Miss Shu breathed a sigh of relief. She still thought that Huo Baiyuan liked that woman and would be sad because that woman passed away. Think about how this is possible.

In the afternoon, outside the Shu’s villa, Miss Shu got out of Huo Baiyuan’s car and smiled at Huo Baiyuan in the car: "I will tell my dad about the engagement arrangements. This month, my dad will also ask Uncle Huo to meet him. ."

Huo Baiyuan nodded lightly without saying much.

As soon as he returned to Huo's house, Huo Baiyuan walked into the lobby. Qin Miao got up from the sofa and hurriedly came to Huo Baiyuan's face, holding the laptop in his hand, looking a little panicked: "Master, I have found the monitoring screen."

Huo Baiyuan was about to reach out for the notebook in Qin Miao's hand.

Qin Miao hid back for a while.

Huo Baiyuan looked at Qin Miao suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

Qin Miao opened his mouth, and stopped talking several times, as if there was something unspeakable, his face was also very strange, he looked a little panicked, and a little unbelievable, he squatted and said: "I think... you still don't Look, the man who lives with my grandma, you... don't know it better..."