The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

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"It's found out, it's the advanced stage of cancer." Qin Miao took out a document and handed it to Huo Baiyuan: "This is an inspection report."

Huo Baiyuan didn't answer, he looked away indifferently, stepped forward, and continued to move forward.

Qin Miao didn't understand what Huo Baiyuan meant.

Back in the office, Huo Baiyuan leaned back on a chair with one hand propped his head and rubbed his tired eyebrows. After a moment of silence, he took out his phone, and the text message was still on the screen.

Huo Baiyuan opened the lock screen, clicked in the text message that day, and kept scrolling forward, all of which were sent by Song Lishu, and he never responded.

In fact, Song Lishu rarely contacted him.

Just last night, she found him and asked him to meet him at a dessert shop today. Since this morning, she has sent a lot of text messages.

——Mr. Huo, I set off.

——Mr. Huo, I'm here.

——Mr. Huo, will you come over?

--I wait for you.

She is his wife in name, but it is ridiculous that she has always called him respectfully as her husband.

Now she is dead.

Huo Baiyuan threw the phone aside, leaned on the chair, and slowly closed his eyes, only to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had finally broken free of some kind of restraint.

She died in time.

In the evening, when he returned to the Huo’s villa, Huo Baiyuan stepped into the lobby. Qin Miao hurriedly caught up with Huo Baiyuan and asked: “Young Master, the body of the young lady is still in the hospital. Regarding the funeral of the young lady...”

"Find a place to bury it." Huo Baiyuan kept walking and walked to the second floor, dropping such a sentence lightly, as if he was just throwing away a piece of rubbish.

Qin Miao was stunned.

Just find a place to bury it?

Don’t you even plan the funeral anymore?

"That's right." Huo Baiyuan stopped abruptly, looked back at Qin Miao behind him, and said, "Arrange a time to meet with that Miss Shu."

Qin Miao was taken aback: "You are planning to..."

Huo Baiyuan slowly curled his lips: "That Miss Shu likes me, doesn't the Shu family always want to marry me?"

Qin Miao had something to say in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the eldest grandma had just died, and the eldest grandfather had already planned to marry another woman.

The young master is more affectionate than he thought.

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.