President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Thinking of this, Josie felt a little better, and quickly walked towards the Huo family's old house.

At the same time, Tingyu Pavilion.

After Huo Hangzhi left the hospital, he came back here.

The living room was brightly lit, and everyone was awake, standing in two rows spontaneously, looking at Huo Hangzhi in front of him.

Huo Hangzhi sat down on the sofa, looking at the cleaned floor.

Clean as new, light can be seen.

It is completely unimaginable that Qin Su's blood was dripping on these floors a few hours ago.

But it was just that the blood on the floor disappeared, and the thick bloody smell lingering at the tip of his nose couldn't dissipate no matter what, as if there was an invisible big hand tightly strangling his throat, making him unable to breathe.

Huo Hangzhi suddenly laughed.

It turns out that this is the feeling of suffocation!

When he pinched Qin Su's neck and pressed her into the bathtub, she must have felt so uncomfortable too!

The servant was almost frightened to death.

They looked at each other, chose the butler, stepped forward, and cautiously tested, "Master Huo, are you okay, um... After the wife was sent to the hospital, how is it going?"

Mentioning this matter, the housekeeper still has lingering fears!

God knows how scared they were when they saw Qin Su shed so much blood.

And now Master Huo came back alone, Qin Su didn't come back, Master Huo was still sitting on the sofa laughing like crazy...

A bad thought quietly crept into the housekeeper's mind.

He sighed and wanted to comfort Huo Hangzhi, "Master Huo, no one would want this kind of thing to happen, please be sorry!"

When the words fell to the ground, Huo Hangzhi raised his head suddenly, his eyes were like hawks, staring at the butler, which made the butler feel numb, "Huo... Master Huo, what's wrong?"

Could it be that the wife is not dead?

"How do you know she's dead?" Huo Hangzhi asked, "Who told you!"

Ah, it really is dead!

The housekeeper felt less fear, and felt more sympathy for Huo Hangzhi.

Although he always bullies his wife when he sees Master Huo, as a married man, the housekeeper can be sure that Master Huo actually likes his wife.

Now that his wife is dead, it's normal for him to be unable to accept the blow for a while.

"I... I don't know either, I just guessed it from looking at you like this, Master Huo, you can't come back from the dead, so don't break your body down anymore, too... you need to go to the funeral Do it."

funeral?

What Josie said to himself flashed in Huo Hangzhi's mind.

Josie said that the aborted child is already fragmented, so it is better to leave her a complete body after all.

Since it was a corpse, a small lost life, of course there should be a funeral.

He wanted to give himself a grand and decent funeral for this child who left the world without being born.

"You go to prepare, all specifications must be the best, and her funeral must be held in a splendid manner!" Huo Hangzhi ordered!

The housekeeper took the order and immediately went to arrange it.

I can't help feeling sorry.

In fact, Mr. Huo and his wife are quite a good match. Although they always quarrel, which husband and wife don't quarrel, they always quarrel at the head of the bed.

After the running-in is done, two people can love each other for a lifetime.

But before the break-in is complete, it's already...

Hey!

It's true that God doesn't have eyes.

The butler sighed and went out to contact the cemetery.

As for a servant in Tingyu Pavilion, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he slipped to a corner, dialed a phone number, and said in an extremely excited tone, "Big news, Miss Jin, your chance has come!"