The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

She sat there, even at the last moment, she was still waiting for him, still believing that he would appear, still ready to see him when she raised her head, she died with such expectation.

Do not! Maybe she was not dead, she was just immersed in a dream. In the dream, she and he still lived in the small rental house. They went out together, bought groceries together, and squeezed in the kitchen to make a delicious dinner. They will taste sweet cakes, watch TV programs wrapped in blankets, fall asleep with the crunch of fans, they will love each other sweetly, they will grow old, and they will never be separated.

Song Lishu was just immersed in this beautiful dream and refused to wake up again.

When he returned to Huo's house and walked into the room, Huo Baiyuan immediately came to the ice coffin and lay on the coffin lid, looking at Song Lishu lying quietly in the ice coffin, he stretched out his hand and stroked Song Lishu's cheek across the ice coffin.

Obviously so close... Obviously you can reach it as soon as you reach out your hand, but it's blocked by this square lid.

She was lying inside and he was lying outside.

There is already a distance between life and death between her and him. This is a distance that cannot be crossed no matter how hard you try.

Qin Miao stood by and looked at Huo Baiyuan. He didn't know that Huo Baiyuan had stored Song Lishu's body in this ice coffin, and what he planned to do. The entire Huo family didn't know this for the time being.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Miao still broke the silence.

"Young Master..."

Huo Baiyuan also raised his eyes at the same time, looked at him, and interrupted him.

"You go back."

Qin Miao opened his mouth and wanted to say something. It was seen that Huo Baiyuan was lying on the ice coffin, looking at the corpse in the ice coffin idiotically, as if he couldn't hear anything.

In the end, Qin Miao sighed, turned and left the room.

As night fell, the sky outside the window suddenly darkened. Huo Baiyuan closed his eyes and pressed his hands tightly on the lid of the coffin, as if he could get closer to Song Li's book.

There was no light in the room, and the cell phone ringing in my pocket suddenly broke the silence.

Huo Bai opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Song Lishu, he immediately picked up the phone, and the caller ID indicated that it was his father.

After the connection was connected, an old voice rang from the other end.

"Bai Yuan, I will return to China tomorrow, and I will meet with Shu's family later. When you and that girl from Shu's family are officially engaged, I will slowly transfer some of Huo's things to you. You know what I mean."

Huo Baiyuan didn't speak, he sat by the window, his hand holding the mobile phone slowly slipped, and he hung weakly to his side. The light on the screen flickered twice and then dimmed instantly.

Of course he understood the meaning of this sentence.

He won this battle for inheritance.

Did you really win?

Huo Baiyuan asked himself in his heart.

Do not! He lost, he lost a mess!

In the middle of the night, the branches of the autumn wind outside the window trembled, and the bright moon was hidden by layers of dark clouds.

Huo Baiyuan pushed aside the bulky ice coffin with a bang, and a biting chill came. He stretched out his hands, took Song Lishu out of the ice coffin, hugged her, and walked out of the room.

The entire Huo's house was dark, and the servant had already fallen asleep.

Huo Baiyuan went downstairs with Song Lishu and came to the hall. He suddenly pushed open the door of the hall, took a step, and walked towards the boundless night. The figure soon disappeared.

Early in the morning, the servant who got up first found that the door was open. He didn't know who made the mistake, and even forgot to close the door.

But she has no time to take care of it. The old man is coming back from abroad today, and the whole Huo family is very busy up and down.