The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

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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.

"understand."

Elder Huo only told this sentence and hung up the phone.

Huo Baiyuan put down his phone and tilted his head to look at the scenery passing by the car window. In this battle without gunpowder, he and Huo Yijun will soon see whoever wins.

A few days later, Huo Baiyuan didn't feel anything was missing. Even if Song Lishu died, the world would still be moving. She had no friends or relatives, and after a few days, she would gradually be forgotten by everyone.

Early in the morning, when Huo Baiyuan came down from the second floor, Qin Miao happened to walk into the gate, came to Huo Baiyuan, and handed him the envelope in his hand.

Huo Baiyuan glanced, but didn't answer: "What is this?"

"The rent bill." Qin Miao replied.

Huo Baiyuan twisted his eyebrows, he didn't think he would have anything to do with this kind of bill.

Qin Miao explained: "I've investigated. The youngest and grandmother rented a room outside. Because the youngest and grandmother died suddenly and the rent was suddenly cut off this month, the landlord would send a bill."

Huo Baiyuan narrowed his eyes: "You mean, Song Lishu rented a house outside?"

"Yes."

Huo Baiyuan grabbed the bill in Qin Miao's hand, opened his eyes, and his face sank slightly: "This big Huo family is not enough for her to live, so she wants to rent a house outside?"

Qin Miao lowered his head and said nothing.

Huo Baiyuan pulled the bill into a ball and threw it on the ground.

All day long, Huo Baiyuan was a little upset, and he couldn't even look at the documents anymore. He was full of rent bills that Qin Miao gave him in the morning.