Chapter 870

As soon as Huo Baiyuan sat down in his study, his mobile phone rang. A text message came out. It was the boss of another group. He had a good relationship with him on weekdays. When he learned about song Lishu's death, he sent a message of condolence and asked about the funeral time.

Today, he has received many phone calls to comfort his wife.

funeral?

He didn't plan to hold a funeral for song Lishu, which was a waste of time and energy.

But now, it seems that we can use this funeral to win over the contacts of other families, which will help us to get the inheritance of the Huo family in the future.

Thinking of this, Huo Baiyuan calls Qin Miao.

Three days later, the funeral was held as scheduled. People came to mourn. The photo of song Lishu was placed at the top of the hall. Huo Baiyuan stood by, his face pale and his eyes bloodshot. It seemed that he had not had a good rest for several days.

He glanced at the photo of song Lishu. The woman in the photo was black and white, but the bright smile still seemed to be colored.

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

A middle-aged man came up to Huo Baiyuan, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm sorry."

Huo Baiyuan lowered his head, lowered his long eyelashes, covered his eyes, and looked haggard.

Reporters have taken the shutter, Huo Baiyuan looks sad like photographed.

Qin Miao is busy greeting the guests. He accidentally sees the scene of Huo Baiyuan.

Just yesterday, Huo Baiyuan had made a plan to marry the Shu family. Today, he looks decadent and sad.

The major media will only rush to report on Huo Baiyuan's emphasis on love and righteousness, and Huo also won many family connections at the funeral, killing two birds with one stone.

After the funeral, everything calms down. Huo Baiyuan goes to the company in the morning and goes back to Huo's home in the evening to eat, sleep and socialize. It's no different from before. It seems that the existence of song Lishu is dispensable to everyone.

In the morning, Huo Baiyuan tied his tie and went downstairs with his coat. He was surprised to see a familiar figure sitting in front of the dining table on the first floor.

Huo Yijun was biting bread in his mouth. Huo Baiyuan waved and said, "good morning, brother."

Huo Baiyuan's face was slightly cold. He went over, pulled back his chair and sat down opposite.

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

Huo Baiyuan ignored him.

Huo Yijun drank a mouthful of milk, then stood up, suddenly came up to Huo Baiyuan and said in a low voice: "brother, sister-in-law is dead, you must be very happy now?"

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

Huo Yijun sneered and sat back in his chair. Looking at Huo Baiyuan, a fierce anger flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

To the company's car, Huo Baiyuan received a call from Huo.

Huo Baiyuan and Huo Yijun are both aware of the fact that he is now cultivating abroad and his health is going from bad to worse.

Huo Baiyuan got on the phone and called respectfully: "Dad."

Mr. Huo's weak voice came from that end: "since people are dead, you should pay attention to it. Don't be entangled by that kind of woman in the future and damage yourself and Huo's reputation. You should understand what I mean."