"I found out. It's terminal cancer." Qin Miao took out a document and handed it to Huo Baiyuan: "this is the inspection report."

Huo Baiyuan didn't answer. He looked away indifferently, stepped forward and went on.

Qin Miao didn't understand what Huo Baiyuan meant.

Back in the office, Huo Baiyuan sat back in a chair, one hand holding his head, rubbed his tired eyebrows, and was quiet for a moment. He took out his mobile phone, and there was still a message on the screen.

Huo Baiyuan draws the lock screen, clicks in the text message of that day, and turns it forward. It's all from Song Lishu. He never replied.

In fact, song Lishu seldom contacted him.

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

——Mr. Huo, I'm going.

——Mr. Huo, I'm here.

——Mr. Huo, will you come?

——I'll wait for you.

She is his wife in name, but she always calls him respectfully. It's ridiculous.

Now, she's dead.

Huo Baiyuan threw his mobile phone aside, leaned back on the chair and slowly closed his eyes. He felt relieved, as if he had finally broken free from some kind of bondage.

She died just in time.

In the evening, when he returned to Huo's villa, Huo Baiyuan stepped into the hall. Qin Miao caught up with Huo Baiyuan in a hurry and asked, "young master, the body of the old lady is still in the hospital. What happened to the old lady..."

"Bury it anywhere." Huo Baiyuan did not stop, walked to the second floor, lightly dropped such a sentence, the tone of indifference, as if just throwing away a piece of garbage.

Qin Miao was stunned.

Buried anywhere?

Don't you even plan a funeral?

"That's right." Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped, looked back at Qin Miao behind him, and said, "arrange the time to meet Miss Shu."

Qin Miao was surprised: "are you going to..."

Huo Baiyuan slowly raised 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.

I didn't expect that the young lady had just died, and the young master had already planned to marry another woman.

The young master is more fickle than he thought.

Huo villa, because of the death of song Lishu, caused quite a stir.

The servants were working and talking, with no pity but ridicule and contempt.

Song Lishu's death seems to be something to celebrate for everyone.

"At the beginning, she was just a little servant. She climbed up to the bed of the eldest young master by dirty means and got into the position of the eldest young granny. As a result, she died before she had been in the position for a year. So, ah, she was not born with such a rich life."

"I deserve to die. It's annoying to look at her self-supporting and lofty appearance."

"It's ridiculous that I can't even enter the Huo family's cemetery when I die."

At night, Huo Baiyuan had dinner and came to the second floor. After passing song Lishu's room, he stopped subconsciously. Looking over, he saw a servant coming out of it.

The servant saw Huo Baiyuan and said respectfully: "young master."

Huo Baiyuan looked away indifferently. There was no temperature in his voice: "clean up the things inside."

The servant answered immediately, "yes."

It's no surprise that such a command.

Huo Baiyuan's aversion to song Lishu is well known to the whole Huo family.