Old Man Huo looked at it, and the photo was actually a picture of Huo Yiran's mother and Qiao Zimo sitting together.

Looking at the photo of the two, it seems that the relationship is quite close.

Old Man Huo vaguely felt that something was wrong, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He coughed and asked Huo Zexuan, "Where did you get this photo?" ”

Huo Zexuan was stunned for a moment, glanced at the old man, and said calmly: "Anonymous email." ”

Huo Zexuan maintained the indifference on his face, not letting Old Man Huo see any changes in his expression.

"Anonymous mail?" Old Man Huo muttered.

"Who the hell is so busy with our family's affairs?"

The old man was puzzled, didn't ask more, and went upstairs with his hands behind his back.

Huo Zexuan saw the distrust and confusion in the old man's eyes when he left, and his heart blossomed proudly.

As long as the old man is shaken, then Huo Yiran's good days are not far off.

Huo Zexuan hooked his lips and smiled, put away the photo, and left calmly.

What he didn't know was that Old Man Huo turned his head and went to find someone to investigate.

"You start with the email, see who sent the email to Zexuan, the content is not important, the important thing is the person who sent the email."

After the old man Huo made the call, he sat in the study and waited for the news, he took a copy of Marquez's "Love in the Time of Cholera" on the bookshelf, and halfway through it, before the book was finished, the call came.

"Old man, it seems that there is no mail." The other party said.

"No mail?"

Old Man Huo was stunned, how could it not be?

If you can't find the email, then there are two possibilities, one is that Huo Zexuan deleted the email, and the other is that there is no so-called email at all.

Even if the email message is deleted, it will still be recorded in the background.

Now the technology is very smart, and the young man knows more about these things than he does.

The man concluded, "Perhaps, there was no such email at all." ”

I thought of it with Old Man Huo.

"You mean, Zexuan lied to me?"

The man was silent and said, "I have to ask the person concerned about this, I can't say." ”

Old Man Huo was silent for a while, and said to the man, "Okay, you have worked hard." ”

"I'll look for you again in the future."

The man smiled: "It's my blessing to be able to do things for the old man." ”

"You're welcome, it's serious."

Old Man Huo said and hung up the phone.

Huo Zexuan didn't go far, he stayed near the house, and as soon as Old Man Huo called him, he came back.

The two sat in the living room, and the old man asked people to make a pot of good tea.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, and the air is filled with a fresh sweetness.

Old Man Huo didn't say it directly, just fiddled with the tea set, and talked to Huo Zexuan about what had happened recently.

"Zexuan, I don't know much about your young people's things, but ah, I'm not an antique, I'm still willing to learn."

Huo Zexuan took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, waited for the fog in front of him to dissipate, and said slowly: "Look at what you said, you are not old, you are not old at all, really." ”

"Don't comfort me, I know best what I am like in my heart, Zexuan, I'm old, I don't want to listen to lies, I just want to hear the truth, otherwise, how tired I am."

Huo Zexuan was speechless for a while, and suddenly didn't know what to reply.

Today's old man is a little strange, under normal circumstances, they would not discuss this so calmly.

You must know that the old man's temper is generally only when the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, how can there be any quiet years.

Sure enough, Huo Zexuan was not mentally prepared, and the next turning point came.

"So, tell me, what kind of email did you get?"

"Mail?" Huo Zexuan's heart chuckled.

His mind raced to the top of his lungs, wondering what would be the most plausible answer.

"That...... I ......"

Huo Zexuan staggered his eyes and stared at the sofa behind Old Man Huo for a long time.

"Actually......"

Old Man Huo was a little impatient, knocked on his head, and said, "Such a big person, I can't even say a word clearly, what's the matter with you?" ”

"Just tell me, there's nothing else in the email besides photos, isn't that the end?"

Old Man Huo stopped beating around the bush and said straightly.

"I hate it when someone only talks halfway, not completely."

Huo Zexuan took a deep breath, organized his words, and finally said, "I can't remember." ”

Old Man Huo glared at him, a little angry.

The devil doesn't believe this.

"So, you made up the email?"

Huo Zexuan hurriedly denied: "No, it is indeed an anonymous email." ”

"I can't remember the specific content at once, I really forgot it."

After Huo Zexuan finished speaking, he added: "However, I suspect that Huo Yiran is not our Huo family's ......."

Old Man Huo didn't wait for Huo Zexuan to say the second half of the sentence, and directly interrupted him with a scolding.

"Shut up!"

Old Man Huo stood up angrily.

Huo Yiran is a member of his Huo family, and he does not allow anyone to question this.

Not even Huo Zexuan!

"When will it be your turn to make irresponsible remarks?"

Old Man Huo slapped the table and threw the teacup in a fit of rage.

The water in the teacup splashed out and spilled a little on Huo Zexuan's clothes.

Because it was a little hot, Huo Zexuan reflexively retreated.

"There are no rules!"

After Old Man Huo finished speaking, he walked out with his hands behind his back.

After taking two steps, he stopped, turned around and pointed at Huo Zexuan and said, "You get out of here!" ”

"Our Huo family doesn't have something like you to chew the root of your tongue!"

Huo Zexuan didn't refute, and said meekly: "I was wrong, don't be angry." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Old Man Huo to respond, and walked straight away.

At this time, Song Anci, who heard the sound from upstairs, hurriedly pulled Huo Zexuan aside and asked in a low voice: "What happened, why is your father so angry, you hurry up and apologize." ”

Huo Zexuan smiled, shook off Song Anci's hand, and walked forward calmly.

Song Anci watched his son's behavior like this, and was at a loss for a while.

She thought about it, so she had to go back and coax the old man and let him dissipate his anger.

After Huo Zexuan went out, he got into his car directly.

He sat in the car, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Qiao Zimo.

——Two hours later, see you in Lishui.

Huo Zexuan drove the car about five hundred meters away, and he hadn't received any news from Qiao Zimo.

He thought about it, parked the car on the side of the road, and dialed Qiao Zimo's phone.

Qiao Zimo on the other end of the phone yawned and asked him, "Looking for me for something?" ”

Huo Zexuan said: "Look at the text message. ”

Qiao Zimo saw the content of the text message and replied to Huo Zexuan: "Did you say no on the phone?" ”

Huo Zexuan said in a deep voice: "It's not clear on the phone, meet and talk, don't be late." ”

Qiao Zimo was quiet for more than ten seconds, and then yawned again, and then said, "Okay." ”

Two hours later, in a box of the Lishui Jiangshan Senior Club, Qiao Zimo pushed open the door and saw Huo Zexuan sitting inside, full of spring breeze, and raised his hand to say hello to him.

What is it that I have to meet today?

Qiao Zimo was thinking about it, and Huo Zexuan opened his mouth.