Chapter 879

Huo Baiyuan stepped in, trying to find another man's life trace in the whole room.

He went to the wardrobe and opened it. There was a row of clothes hanging in it. The light and elegant dress was the style of song Lishu, and then the shirt, coat, and sweater, which was obviously a man's.

Two pairs of pajamas for lovers, folded neatly, are placed below.

From everything in the room, she did live here with another man, warm as a small home.

Qin Miao looked at it with a surprised expression. He never thought that song Lishu, who was always gentle, would do such a thing.

Huo Baiyuan went to the kitchen and pulled back the cupboard. There were several ordinary and cheap dishes, two bowls placed side by side, and two pairs of chopsticks.

There is no shortage of food, drink and clothing.

Huo Baiyuan closed the cupboard door heavily, looked up and swept the room. It seemed that she could imagine how she and the man came in together, stood in front of the shoe rack and put on the pair of lovers' slippers, cooked in the kitchen, sat face to face at the dining table, took a bath after eating, put on the two sets of lovers' pajamas, and then on the warm bed, Embrace each other to sleep.

Kui he thought that she was really self-contained. It turned out that she was just a fake.

Huo Baiyuan strode to the side of the bed. Suddenly he kicked something on his toes, and the bottom of the bed made a thump.

He bent down, put his hand under the bed, and took out an iron box from the bottom of the bed. It was ordinary, but it had a lock. It was heavy inside, as if it was full of things.

Huo Baiyuan drags the lock, can't open it, and is not interested in learning more. He simply throws the box back to the bottom of the bed and kicks it.

"Let's go." Huo Baiyuan turned and stepped out of the room.

Qin Miao returned to his senses and followed him in a hurry.

Walking out of the dilapidated residential building, Huo Baiyuan suddenly stops and slightly raises his head. He notices the surveillance camera hanging at the door. He squints his eyes and says in a cold voice: "investigate the surveillance pictures of song Lishu and the man coming in and out of here."

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.