Must marry: Mr. Huo has been in love for a long time

Mr. Huo took a closer look, and saw that the photo actually showed Huo Yiran's mother sitting with Qiao Zimo.

Looking at the photos of the two, it seems that the relationship seems to be quite close.

Mr. Huo vaguely felt something was wrong, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

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

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

Huo Zexuan maintained his indifference on the bright side, preventing Mr. Huo from seeing any changes in his expression.

"Anonymous email?" Mr. Huo murmured.

"Who is it that has so many things to meddle in our family's business?"

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

Seeing the mistrust and confusion in the old man's eyes when he left, Huo Zexuan was delighted.

As long as the old man wavers, then Huo Yiran's good days will not be far away.

Huo Zexuan smiled, put away the photos, and left calmly.

What he didn't know was that Mr. Huo turned around and asked someone to investigate.

"You start with the email and find out who sent the email to Zexuan. The content is not important, what matters is the person who sent the email."

After finishing the call, Mr. Huo sat in his study and waited for the news. He took a copy of Marquez's "Love in the Time of Cholera" on the shelf, and turned halfway through. Before he finished the book, the call came.

"Grandpa, there seems to be no mail." The other party said.

"No mail?"

Mr. Huo was stunned, how could he not?
If the email could not be found, 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, there will still be a record in the background.

Today's technology is very advanced, and young people know more about these things than he does.

The man concluded: "Perhaps, there is no such email at all."

I thought of going with Mr. Huo.

"You mean, Zexuan lied to me?"

The man was quiet, and said: "I have to ask the person concerned, I can't say."

Mr. Huo was silent for a while, and said to the man, "OK, you have worked hard."

"I'll find you later if I have something to do."

The man smiled and said, "It's my good fortune to be able to do things for the old man."

"You're being polite, it's too serious."

Mr. Huo said and hung up the phone.

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

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

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, and there is a sweetness in the air.

Mr. Huo didn't say anything directly, he just fiddled with the tea set, chatting with Huo Zexuan about what happened recently.

"Zexuan, I don't know much about your young people's stuff, but ah, I'm not old fashioned, 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 clear, 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 what I am like. Zexuan, I'm old, I don't want to hear lies, I just want to hear some truths, otherwise, I'd be so tired."

Huo Zexuan was at a loss for words for a moment, and suddenly didn't know what to reply.

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

You know, the old man's temper is usually only when the mountains and rains are about to come and the wind is full of wind, so there is no such thing as quiet time.

Sure enough, Huo Zexuan wasn't ready yet, and the next turning point came.

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

"Mail?" Huo Zexuan's heart skipped a beat.

His brain was running fast, thinking about what would be the most reasonable answer.

"That...I..."

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

"actually……"

Mr. Huo became a little impatient, knocked his head, and said: "You are such a big man, you can't even speak clearly, what's the matter with you?"

"Just tell me, is there anything else in the email besides the photos, isn't it over?"

Mr. Huo stopped beating around the bush and said straight.

"What I hate the most is a person who only says half of what he says, and doesn't say the whole thing."

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

Mr. Huo glared at him, a little angry.

I can't even believe this.

"So, you made up the email?"

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

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

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

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

"Shut up!"

Mr. Huo stood up angrily.

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

Not even Huo Zexuan!

"When is it your turn to make irresponsible remarks?"

Mr. Huo patted the table and threw the teacup angrily.

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

Because it was a little hot, Huo Zexuan stepped back reflexively.

"There are no rules!"

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

After walking two steps, he stopped, turned around, pointed at Huo Zexuan and said, "Get out!"

"Our Huo family doesn't have such a gossip like you!"

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

After finishing speaking, he left without waiting for Mr. Huo's response.

At this time, Song Anci, who heard the sound from upstairs, quickly 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.

Seeing his son's behavior like this, Song Anci was at a loss for a moment.

After thinking about it, she had no choice but to go back and coax the old man to calm him down.

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

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

——See you in Jiangshan, Lishui two hours later.

Huo Zexuan drove the car about 500 meters away, but he still hasn't heard from Qiao Zimo.

After thinking about it, he parked the car on the side of the road and dialed Qiao Zimo's number.

Qiao Zimo on the other end of the phone yawned and asked him, "What do you need me for?"

Huo Zexuan said, "Look at the text message."

Qiao Zimo saw the content of the text message and replied to Huo Zexuan: "Can't you say it on the phone?"

Huo Zexuan said in a deep voice: "I can't make it clear on the phone, let's meet and talk, don't be late."

Qiao Zimo remained silent for more than ten seconds, then yawned again, and then said, "Okay."

Two hours later, Qiao Zimo opened the door of a box in the Lishui Jiangshan Senior Club, and saw Huo Zexuan sitting inside with a happy face, and raised his hand to greet him.

What is it that we must meet today and talk about it?

Qiao Zimo was thinking about it when Huo Zexuan spoke.