She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 949 He Lost Miserably

She sat there, even at the last moment, she was still waiting for him, still believing that he would appear, still prepared to see him when she looked up, and she died with such expectation.

No! Maybe she was not dead, she was just immersed in a dream. In the dream, she and he still lived in the small rental house, went out together, bought groceries together, squeezed into the kitchen, made a table of delicious dinner, tasted sweet cakes, wrapped in blankets to watch TV programs, fell asleep with the creaking sound of the fan, they would love each other sweetly, grow old together, and never separate.

Song Lishu just immersed himself in this beautiful dream and refused to wake up again.

After returning to the Huo family and walking into the room, Huo Baiyuan immediately came to the ice coffin, lay on the coffin lid, and looked at Song Lishu lying quietly in the ice coffin. He stretched out his hand and stroked Song Lishu's cheek through the ice coffin.

It’s so close... I can touch it with just a hand, but it’s blocked by the tiny coffin lid.

She was lying inside and he was lying outside.

There is a distance between life and death between her and him, a distance that cannot be crossed no matter how hard she tries.

Qin Miao stood aside and looked at Huo Baiyuan. He didn't know what Huo Baiyuan was going to do after storing Song Lishu's body in this ice coffin. The entire Huo family didn't know about this yet.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Miao spoke to break the silence.

"Young Master..."

Huo Baiyuan also raised his eyes and looked at him at the same time, interrupting him.

"Go back."

Qin Miao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Huo Baiyuan was lying on the ice coffin, staring at the corpse in the coffin, as if he couldn't hear anything.

Finally, Qin Miao sighed, turned around and left the room.

As night fell, the sky outside the window suddenly darkened. Huo Baiyuan closed his eyes and pressed his hands tightly against the coffin lid, as if this would bring him closer to Song Lishu.
The lights were off in the room, and the ringing of the cell phone in his pocket suddenly broke the silence. Huo Bai opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Song Lishu, he immediately picked up the phone, and the caller ID showed it was his father.

After the call was connected, an old voice came from the other end.

"Bai Yuan, I will be returning to China tomorrow and will arrange a meeting with the Shu family. After you and the girl from the Shu family are officially engaged, I will slowly hand over some of the Huo's affairs to you. You understand what I mean, right?"

Huo Baiyuan didn't say anything. He sat by the window. His hand holding the phone slowly slid down and hung limply at his side. The light on the screen flickered twice and then went dark in an instant.

Of course he understood what this meant.

He won the battle for succession.

Did you really win?
Huo Baiyuan asked himself in his heart.

No! He lost, he lost miserably!
Late at night, the autumn wind outside the window made the branches tremble, and the bright moon was covered by layers of dark clouds.

Huo Baiyuan pushed open the heavy ice coffin with a loud bang. A biting chill hit him. He stretched out his hands, took Song Lishu out of the ice coffin, held her in his arms, and walked out of the room.

The entire Huo family was in darkness and the servants had already fallen asleep.

Huo Baiyuan carried Song Lishu downstairs and came to the hall. He pushed open the door of the hall with a bang, took a step forward, and walked into the boundless darkness. His figure soon disappeared.

Early in the morning, the first servant to get up found that the door was open. He didn't know who had made a mistake and forgot to close the door.

But she no longer had time to take care of it. The old man was coming back from abroad today, and the entire Huo family was extremely busy.

(End of this chapter)