The cute wife is fierce and fierce: the husband holds it high

"Okay." Huo tingchu didn't lose face of the old man, and followed him inside.

Mr. Huo was waiting on the sofa. There was a set of tea sets on the coffee table, and the teapot was sitting on the stove. The tea had not been boiling for a long time, and the sound of boiling hadn't been heard yet. There was a faint fragrance of tea in the air.

There was a mess in front of his old man, but he didn't have half a piece in his hand.

Hearing the sound, the eyelids were lifted up, and the eyes just happened to be fixed on Huo Tingchu. His eyes were shining brightly, and the courage and arrogance in the mall when he was young can still be seen.

Mr. Huo let out a breath from his nasal cavity, as if he had just dozed off, "Come?"

Huo Tingchu was on the double sofa opposite the old man, with a cold face and a cold tone, "what do you want me to do?"

Mr. Huo laughed twice, which sounded closer and more dissatisfied: "You are my son, I just let you go home, you are used to being straight to the point."

"You won't come to me if you have nothing to do." Huo tingchu said something inexplicably. His deep voice could not discern obvious joy or anger, and his calm expression made it impossible to find a gap.

Mr. Huo raised his eyebrows. He was used to his son's indifference. He raised his hand and gestured to the chessboard, "You will finish the mess you left last year with me."

Under Huo Tingchu's high eyebrows, he was so indifferent that he didn't show any emotion.

He reached into the chessboard, twirled a black piece, saw that the situation on the board was for the black piece to fall, and decisively dropped the piece.

The old man sighed: "It turned out to be this step, no wonder I can't solve it anyway."

Huo tingchu didn't take this as a compliment. In fact, he didn't get a compliment from his father when he lived to this age, "it's not that you can't solve it, but you don't want to."

At the end of the sentence, Huo Ting took out the cigarette case, took out one and put it on the corner of his lips, and the lighter was already close to him.

Before lighting up, the old man said lightly: "I haven't smoked for many years, and now I feel a little dizzy when I smell the smoke. I know you are addicted to smoking, so bear with it."

Huo Tingchu finally cast a glance at the old man, as if he was a little surprised, then he put away the cigarettes and lighter.

The old man just finished giving birth, "It's your turn."

Huo Ting picked up the sunspots at the beginning and concentrated on playing chess with the old man.

It was an endgame, because he had no intention of fighting, so he decided it quickly within 15 minutes, "Will you lose face if this one falls in the end?"

The implication is that Huo tingchu is already a winner. The confidence in his words also reminds the old man that there is no way to turn over.

The old man laughed twice, and Long Zhong's thick voice was full of air, "It's not the first time you've won me, and you'd have done it long ago."

Huo Ting's first son, the winner has been divided.

His hand moved away from the chessboard, his fingertips rested on an edge, straightened, his clear eyes slightly drooped, and suddenly asked: "Why did you call me back?"

The old man has been laying the groundwork for too long, knowing that he can't go on, "Do you have evidence of your elder brother's corruption?"

Huo Ting smiled at the beginning, and the smile on his lips was mocking and sarcastic, "Dad, it's not just corruption."

The old man shook violently, but after all, he was an old man who had seen big storms, so he quickly calmed down, "What are you going to do?"

Huo tingchu didn't say anything. He called Uncle Gong, gave him the car keys, and asked Uncle Gong to get a document in his car.

At this time, the tea that was brewed slowly began to react, and tiny drops of water appeared on the water surface, like fish eyes, with a slight "popping" sound.

This is a boil.

Soon, uncle Gong took the document and handed it to Huo tingchu, who then passed it to the old man, "you have a look."

When the old man took over, he was obviously hesitant. He was too clear about the conduct of the three sons. Huo tingchu was the most rigorous one. This was related to his childhood experience. Once he caught his eye, he would be nailed to death .

As for the eldest son Huo Ruiyang, he has always been a trickster!

Sure enough, the content in the file was so angry that the old man could barely get it out. He held the file tightly in his hand, his wrists were trembling with anger, "This bastard!"

Huo tingchu gave the old man a buffer time.

He stared at the teapot with deep eyes, and the edge of the purple clay pot was like a spring flowing with beads.

It's already boiling.

Pure white smoke curled up, blurring Huo Tingchu's facial features, and the extremely cold smile on his lips. The smoke finally dissipated between Huo Tingchu's wide eyes.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, but his face remained expressionless again.

"It's not just about corruption, accepting bribes, selling out the company's core secrets, taking public funds from the finances three times and four times, and turning them into his own private money. Two overseas companies have been empty by him."

Huo Tingchu changed his posture and bent his elbows on the back of the sofa. "Dad, there are several charges. If you don't believe me, I have more details."

The old man looked cold, "No, I believe it!"

What you take out from Huo tingchu must be as firm as a mountain.

Perhaps before this, the old man had expected it, but he definitely did not expect it to be so serious.

Just one piece of evidence from this document is enough for Huo Ruiyang to drink a pot.

The old man's reaction is within Huo tingchu's expectation, but there is one thing, I'm afraid he can't guess for sure.

"Dad, do you want to protect elder brother?"

In the purple sand pot, the tea has reached the third boil.

The atmosphere has reached the point where swords are on the verge of breaking out, and the invisible gunpowder smoke in the air is densely permeating the trial time of the father-son game.

Huo Tingchu held the handle of the pot, poured tea into two bone china cups, and put one cup in front of the old man. After straightening up his sloping body, his back was straighter than before. This is a defensive gesture from the heart.

The old man glanced at the cup of tea, and his face flashed with guilt, "San'er, what do you want, are you willing to let your elder brother go?"

Under Huo Tingchu's high eyebrows, there is already a dead silence in those deep black eyes.

What I imagined, and what I heard with my own ears, the kind of heart-wrenching pain is incomparable.

He quickly controlled his emotions, and his mellow and hoarse voice was a bit strong: "Two ways, I will send this evidence up, and I will be convicted as I want. Second, the 17% of the shares in your hand, Transfer it to my name, I will destroy this criminal evidence, and as long as the eldest brother does not commit any more crimes, I will expose it."

Mr. Huo was shocked. He looked at Huo tingchu in disbelief. His mouth was a little dry, and he couldn't say a lot of words.

He slowly picked up the cup and took a sip of the tea, the fingers on the back of his hand were wrinkled from the years, and he couldn't hold it steady.

Huo Ting got up at the beginning, bowed his waist, stretched his hands to the old man, caught the teacup that was about to fall from his hand, and put it back on the coffee table.

There was no trace of flattery in what he did, it was purely a filial piety that a son of man should fulfill.

The old man meant something: "You just want the shares in my hand?"