The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Luo Changchuan laughed all of a sudden: "Special Assistant Qin, I didn't expect you to be so naive. Of course, you can let her die if you are alone. All you need to do is to use a little trick."

Qin Miao was speechless, turned his eyes to look at Huo Baiyuan, but saw the man’s indifferent face, without a trace of emotion, as if discussing the life and death of his wife, just like discussing what to eat for the next lunch , Making him feel nothing.

"What means?" Huo Baiyuan narrowed his cold eyes slightly: "Kidnapping? Murder? Making an accident?"

Luo Changchuan nodded: "What you said is indeed the most common and convenient way, but...we definitely can't use it. You know that when you marry Song Lishu, your brother gave you a set, and someone will marry you. After only a year of death, your brother will definitely try his best to find out the truth.

No matter how perfect the murder is, it is impossible to have no flaws at all. If your brother finds any clues, combined with the power of public opinion, the crime of murdering your wife is held on your head, we will really lose! "

Huo Baiyuan raised his eyebrows: "So what?"

Luo Changchuan sighed: "So, the trickiest thing right now is how to let Song Lishu die for granted, and has nothing to do with us, she is really a hindrance that is difficult to kick away..."

Outside the door, Song Lishu's face was bloodless, holding the bag of Chinese medicine tightly in her hand, she stood there in a daze, listening, listening to how Huo Baiyuan discussed with others in the room and killed her.

Marriage with the Shu family is the only way he can securely win the inheritance rights.

But she became the biggest obstacle to his success.

She can't exist, she must disappear in the most legitimate way, that is...death.

Song Lishu hardly knew how she got back to the room. She stood in the empty room, all in a daze, and all around her, there was nothing in it that belonged to her, she didn't belong here, nor did she belong to this. position.

Standing blankly for a long time, until a breeze blew in from the window and scraped from her cheeks, she seemed to finally find a trace of her own consciousness.

Song Lishu turned his head and looked at the scorching sun outside the window.

The weather is so nice.

But Song Lishu suddenly felt tired, exhausted like never before, even breathing was a burden, not knowing what kind of situation he was in now, what he was doing, everything seemed meaningless.

She lowered her eyes and stared at a bag of medicine still in her hand. She slowly turned around, walked into the bathroom, came to the toilet, and took out the bag.

She can't exist, she must disappear in the most legitimate way, that is...death.

Song Lishu hardly knew how she got back to the room. She stood in the empty room, all in a daze, and all around her, there was nothing in it that belonged to her, she didn't belong here, nor did she belong to this. position.

Standing blankly for a long time, until a breeze blew in from the window and scraped from her cheeks, she seemed to finally find a trace of her own consciousness.

Song Lishu turned his head and looked at the scorching sun outside the window.

The weather is so nice.

But Song Lishu suddenly felt tired, exhausted like never before, even breathing was a burden, not knowing what kind of situation he was in now, what he was doing, everything seemed meaningless.

She lowered her eyes and stared at a bag of medicine still in her hand. She slowly turned around, walked into the bathroom, came to the toilet, and took out the bag.