Chapter 868 The Young Mistress Is Dead

He still hugged Yun Ci tightly and hid his head behind her, as if he was only relying on her.

Su Mi wiped away her tears, now is not the time to cry, she stood up, looked at Yunci and Dongtang Chiyou, and said: "The special medicine has been sent for testing, maybe there is a chance to make an antidote, Chiyou The young master will return to normal."

Yunci nodded, and reached out to pat Dongtang Chiyou's head to calm his emotions.

In order to avoid accidental injury, Hua Yinong deliberately sat a little further away, and pointed to the sofa next to her: "Boss, what about that woman?"

Song Lishu was leaning crookedly on the sofa, with his head drooping weakly, and the long hair hanging from his ears was soft and shiny, which shows how much Huo Baiyuan took care of her. At first glance, he couldn't actually find that it was a corpse .

"He's dead, so let's just bury him." Hua Yinong said.

Yun Ci turned her eyes and took a look, vaguely recalling that eight years ago, at the Nineteenth Villa, she and she had met once.

"No, let her stay first."

Hua Yinong nodded: "Well, maybe it's still useful, but..."

Hua Yinong stood up, walked slowly in front of Song Lishu, bent over and gently lifted Song Lishu's long hair with one hand, and looked at her pale face impressively.

"Tsk tsk tsk... If you don't look carefully, it's really like a living person. How much does that Huo Baiyuan love her? He still wants to keep the body by his side when he dies."

"Want to know the story between her and Huo Baiyuan?" Yun Ci suddenly asked.

Hua Yinong looked at Yunci with ignorant eyes: "Boss, do you know?"

Yun Ci nodded lightly: "You know it."

Hua Yinong immediately sat next to Yunci, and when he bumped into Dongtang Chiyou's blood pupils, he hurriedly moved his butt away.

Dongtang Chiyou raised his head and stared straight at Yunci.

Yunci patted him on the head: "Good boy."

He obediently put his head back on Yunci's shoulder again.

Yunci caressed Dongtang's Chiyou's black hair, thinking about it for a moment: "Based on now, it was about seven or eight years ago."

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seven years ago.

The huge conference room was full of high-level executives in suits and leather shoes. Someone was holding a document and was standing in front of the computer to give a speech on the planning plan of the new project.

At this time, an abrupt bell rang, interrupting the speech.

Everyone looked at the man sitting above the conference table in unison.

Huo Baiyuan lifted the phone that was upside down on the table, and a message popped up on the screen.

"I'm waiting for you."

Huo Baiyuan only glanced at it, without any extra emotion on his stern face, turned the phone upside down again, and looked up at the subordinate whose speech was interrupted.

"continue."

The subordinate came back to his senses, took the document, and continued to speak on the plan.

At the end of the meeting, Huo Baiyuan walked out of the conference room with steady steps, and his assistant Qin Miao hurried over from the other side.

"Eldest young master!" Qin Miao lowered his head to Huo Baiyuan's ear, and said in a panic, "Eldest young mistress... is dead!"

Huo Baiyuan paused, turned to look at Qin Miao, narrowed his eyes slightly: "What?"

Qin Miao explained: "It happened in a dessert shop. I heard from the clerk that the young mistress seemed to be waiting for someone. Later, I saw the young mistress lying on the table, motionless. The clerk stepped forward to check the situation, only to find that the person was dead. , died quietly."

Huo Baiyuan frowned imperceptibly, and his calm voice could not detect any emotion: "What is the cause of death?"