Chapter 874 You Still Don't Want to Read It

Even if it hadn't been cleaned, it should be empty inside.

He has seen Song Lishu's room a few times, there are hardly any things about her in it, the beds are always neatly folded, and the dressing table that should be filled with all kinds of luxury skin care products and jewelry is always empty.

She lives here, like a passerby, ready to leave at any time, trying not to leave a trace of herself.

Everyone knows that she used to be an inconspicuous servant of the Huo family, who was greedy for glory, so she tried her best to climb into his bed.

But after getting married, what did she want to do? Huo Baiyuan couldn't think of it for a while, it seemed that he knew that he hated her, so she always tried to avoid him, even in front of him, she tried to make herself as transparent as air.

Huo Baiyuan couldn't remember any more memories about her, because he didn't care about her, even if she died in front of him, he probably wouldn't even look at her.

At noon, the sun was shining outside, and the breeze was blowing the branches.

In the restaurant, there was silence, only the sound of elegant music flowing.

Holding a knife and fork, Huo Baiyuan was slowly slicing the steak on the plate, but he looked out of the French window with a dazed expression.

"Bai Yuan?"

The well-dressed woman on the opposite side called softly.

Huo Baiyuan came back to his senses, looked at the woman, and asked expressionlessly: "What did you just say?"

Miss Shu showed a shy smile: "I'm asking when Uncle Huo will come back."

Huo Baiyuan replied: "Next month, the engagement ceremony should also be next month."

He looked businesslike, as if he was finishing his work. After replying, he turned his head and looked out the window, staring at the young leaves on the branches, lost his mind.

Miss Shu stared straight at Huo Baiyuan's stern profile.

It seems that from the moment we met and sat down to eat, he has been absent-minded, and basically doesn't talk to her very much, always looking indifferent.

Miss Shu thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Are you... still sad?"

Huo Baiyuan turned his eyes and glanced at her: "What are you sad about?"

"It's about your... wife's death."

Hearing this, Huo Baiyuan's face changed, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "There's nothing to be sad about."

Miss Shu breathed a sigh of relief. She still thought that Huo Baiyuan liked that woman and would be sad because of her death. Think about it, how is this possible?

In the afternoon, outside the Shu family's villa, Miss Shu got out of Huo Baiyuan's car and smiled slightly at Huo Baiyuan in the car: "I will tell my dad about the engagement arrangement, and my dad will also ask Uncle Huo to meet this month. .”

Huo Baiyuan nodded lightly, but didn't say much.

As soon as he returned to Huo's house, Huo Baiyuan walked into the hall. Qin Miao got up from the sofa and hurriedly came to Huo Baiyuan, holding the laptop in his hand, with a flustered look on his face: "Master, we have found the surveillance screen."

Huo Baiyuan was about to reach out for the notebook in Qin Miao's hand.

Qin Miao hid back for a while.

Huo Baiyuan looked at Qin Miao suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

Qin Miao opened his mouth, wanted to speak but stopped several times, as if there was something unspeakable, his face was also very strange, he looked a little panicked, but also a little unbelievable, he stammered and said: "I think... you still don't want to Look, the man who lives with the eldest young mistress, you...you better not know..."