She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 877 Those are his clothes, his shoes
He rushed inside, ran into the kitchen, opened the closet, and still only found dishes and chopsticks inside. It was no different from the last time he came, but this time, he found a note in the corner.

Huo Baiyuan took out the note. The note was a little wrinkled, and there were some things written on it in beautiful handwriting.

——A Yuan doesn’t like eating carrots.

——A Yuan doesn’t eat coriander.

——A Yuan loves to eat sweet and sour spare ribs.

——A Yuan likes harder rice.

It's filled with all his favorites, and there's nothing wrong with any of them. No one else can understand his favorites so thoroughly.

This house was like another world, a world completely different from reality, and he also wanted to be really here, living another different life with her.

When Song Lishu was still a servant of the Huo family, she respectfully called him "Young Master" like everyone else. Later, after getting married, she called him Mr. Huo and never dared to go beyond that. But in this place, she called him A Yuan.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly felt dazed and couldn't tell whether this was real or an illusion.

He left the kitchen with empty steps and continued walking inside. When he reached the closet, he opened the door and took out all the men's clothes and pants inside. He checked the labels one by one, but without exception, they were all the sizes he wore.

Whether it was the shoes, the notes in the kitchen, or these clothes, they all seemed to prove that he had really lived here. The shoes on the shoe rack were his, and the clothes in the closet were his. Not any other man, but him!
Why...why was it him? How could it be him?

Huo Baiyuan held the corner of the bed with one hand. His body seemed to have been drained of all strength. He suddenly slid down and fell on the cold ground. He held his head tightly with both hands.

How could he have lived here with Song Lishu, why... He couldn't remember even a single thing in his mind. Qin Miao walked to Huo Baiyuan's side and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Huo Baiyuan did not answer, but suddenly raised his head as if he remembered something. He immediately turned around, reached under the bed, and took out an iron box.

He pulled the lock on the iron box and said to Qin Miao in a hoarse voice, "Bring me a knife."

Qin Miao was stunned for a moment, then walked into the kitchen, took a knife from the kitchen and handed it to Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan raised the knife and smashed the lock on the iron box with a clang. He opened the iron box and found two bright red marriage certificates on the top.

When they opened the marriage certificate, the names of Huo Baiyuan and Song Lishu were written on it. It looked like a fake certificate made by someone on the street, because the real marriage certificate was kept at the Huo's house, but the photo on the fake marriage certificate was indeed of Huo Baiyuan and Song Lishu.

The two of them leaned their heads against each other, in an intimate posture, smiling extremely brightly and happily, really like a sweet pair of newlyweds.

In addition to the marriage certificate, there were two rings in the corner of the iron box. They were cheap rings that looked like they were made of plastic. They had no diamond rings, no texture, no weight, and they were so light that they seemed like they would break if they were bent.

Huo Baiyuan picked up the marriage certificate and found a stack of photos underneath it. He put the marriage certificate aside and immediately looked at the stack of photos carefully one by one.

In the first photo, the background seems to be a park, with green grass and colorful flowers. In the photo, he and Song Lishu are sitting there.

(End of this chapter)