Chapter 870 Funeral
Walking into the study, Huo Baiyuan had just sat down when his cell phone rang, and a text message popped up. He was the boss of another group, and he had a good relationship with him on weekdays. When he heard the news of Song Lishu's death, he sent a text message of condolence and asked about the funeral. time.
Regarding this kind of phone call to comfort his bereaved wife, he has already received many calls today.
funeral?
He didn't plan to hold a funeral for Song Lishu, wasting time and energy.
But now it seems that this funeral may be used to secretly win over connections from other families, which will help him obtain the inheritance rights of the Huo family in the future.
Thinking of this, Huo Baiyuan called Qin Miao.
The funeral was held as scheduled three days later, and there was an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences. Song Lishu's posthumous photo was placed above the hall, and Huo Baiyuan stood beside him, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't rested for several days alright.
He glanced at Song Lishu's photo. The woman in the photo was black and white, but her bright smile still seemed to be colored.
From her death till now, Huo Baiyuan didn't even look at her, and he didn't even know where she was buried.
A middle-aged man walked up to Huo Baiyuan, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "My condolences."
Huo Baiyuan lowered his head, his long eyelashes drooped, and he covered his eyes, his face looked haggard.
The reporters took pictures one after another, capturing Huo Baiyuan's seemingly sad appearance.
Qin Miao was busy greeting guests, and accidentally saw Huo Baiyuan's scene.
Just yesterday, Huo Baiyuan had already made a marriage plan with the Shu family, and today, he looked decadent and mournful again.
And the major media will only rush to report Huo Baiyuan's love and righteousness, and Huo Baiyuan also won a lot of family contacts at this funeral, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
After the funeral, everything returned to calm. Huo Baiyuan went to the company in the morning and returned to Huo's house in the evening, eating, sleeping and socializing. It was no different from before. It seemed that the existence of Song Lishu had always been dispensable to everyone.
In the early morning, Huo Baiyuan put on his tie, took his coat and went downstairs, and suddenly saw a familiar figure sitting in front of the dining table on the first floor.
Huo Yijun was biting bread, Huo Baiyuan waved his hand to say hello: "Brother, good morning."
Huo Baiyuan's face was slightly cold, he walked over, pulled out the chair, and sat down opposite.
Huo Yijun said: "I'm really sorry, when my sister-in-law died, I was still abroad dealing with the project that my father gave me, and I haven't had time to come back to attend the funeral."
Huo Baiyuan ignored him.
Huo Yijun took a sip of milk, then stood up, and suddenly leaned in front of Huo Baiyuan, and said in a low voice: "Brother, sister-in-law is dead, you must be very happy now, right?"
Huo Baiyuan glanced at Huo Yijun coldly: "Take care of yourself."
Huo Yijun sneered, sat back on the chair again, looked at Huo Baiyuan, a ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
On the car to the company, Huo Baiyuan received a call from Mr. Huo.
Mr. Huo is currently recuperating abroad, and his health is deteriorating. Now is the critical period for the Huo family to change their rulers. Both Huo Baiyuan and Huo Yijun know it well.
Huo Baiyuan answered the phone and called out respectfully: "Dad."
Mr. Huo's weak voice came from the other end: "Since the person is dead, you should be careful, don't be entangled by that kind of woman in the future, and damage the reputation of yourself and the entire Huo family, you should understand what I mean .”