"Mom, I don't go back, I have nothing to do with that family except for my surname Huo, and I don't like that person either. ”

For his biological father, Huo Zhenghai, one of the top ten richest people in the city, Huo Mian was only full of hatred in his heart.

That person ignored their mother and daughter all these years, and did not give money, as if he was dead.

When Uncle Jing was at the funeral, he didn't come, and it is said that Uncle Jing once worked as a driver for him for ten years.

Such an impersonal man, he is not worthy of being his own father.

"Go back, I heard that your grandmother died. Yang Meirong's tone was a little sad.

If there is another person in the Huo family who is good, it is the old lady of the Huo family.

It was an old lady who believed in Buddhism, who had not lived in Huo's house for many years, and had been eating fasting and reciting Buddha in a temple in the south.

Huo Mian once saw it, it was her grandmother who brought the driver to see her, bought her beautiful clothes, and gave her money.

But my mother didn't seem to want it, it should have been ten years ago, when Huo Mian was only a teenager.

Hearing that his grandmother had died, Huo Mian chuckled in his heart, that feeling was not very comfortable.

"Go, don't worry about others, your grandmother is good to you, she once came to see you, why don't you go and send her Yicheng." ”

"Okay, I got it. After hesitating for a moment, Huo Mian finally nodded.

Walking to the closet, I wanted to find a black dress to attend the funeral, and suddenly it occurred to me that I had moved, and I didn't bring those things, and now I am wearing the white T-shirt and jeans on my body, except for the white coat I wore at work.

I opened the closet door in a sad way, and then I was shocked by the clothes in the closet......

There are dozens of clothes, all new, all labeled, all luxury brands, each one in the four-figure or more.

Dresses, jeans, t-shirts, knitwear, coats, dresses, shawls, you name it......

LV, Chanel, Versace, DG, Dior, Gucci, Prada, Valentine......

Is this the rhythm of moving the store?

Huo Mian picked up a sign at random and looked at the size, it was all S, which was exactly the size she could wear.

Did all this be prepared by Qin Chu?

But why did he never tell her? This guy ......

After the shock, Huo Mian chose a black dress from the wardrobe and put it on, which turned out to be exceptionally good-looking.

I got into a taxi and arrived at the Huojia villa area in the western suburbs forty minutes later.

From a distance, I saw a lot of black cars parked outside the door, and it seemed that they were all here to mourn......

Huo Mian walked in slowly......

"Sorry, please show me the invitation. The security guard at the door stopped Huo Mian.

Huo Mian had never entered this house, so naturally the security guards didn't know her.

"I'll give ...... to my grandmother. Huo Mian's words were not finished.

She saw a black Maserati stop beside her, and the window rolled down.

Huo Siqian said to the security guard, "Hurry up, this is my sister." ”

"Yes, young master. ”

The security guard opened the door, and Huo Mian walked in directly......

After Huo Siqian parked the car, he chased after him, "I really didn't expect you to come, I thought you didn't bother to enter this door." ”

"Naturally, I don't care about entering this house, I just want to give my grandmother one last ride, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. Huo Mian said coldly.

"Xiaomian, you are beautiful today. After speaking, Huo Siqian didn't wait for Huo Mian to speak, and walked towards the mourning hall.

"Neuropathy. ”

Huo Mian looked at his back and scolded, what day is this, the day of mourning, is it a time to praise people for being beautiful?

Huo Mian always felt that Huo Siqian was an abnormal person, although he was very popular with women and had a very high status in this family.

Huo Mian also walked towards the mourning hall, where everyone from the Huo family knelt there......

The eldest lady Jiang Hong, the second lady Shen Jiani, Huo Yanyan, and Huo Siyi were all present.

In the middle is her biological father, Huo Zhenghai, whom she has not met for many years.

"...... this?" Huo Zhenghai looked at Huo Mian, and he didn't recognize it at all.

"Dad, this is Huo Mian. Huo Siqian opened his mouth to introduce.

After listening to this, Huo Zhenghai was obviously slightly stunned......

The call was made by him to Yang Meirong, and he also asked Huo Mian to come back, but he really didn't know that this child was so old.

After hearing that it was Huo Mian, everyone looked over to this side, and Huo Mian just stood quietly. There was not a trace of waves on his face.