In the car, Lu Anzhi couldn't help but reported to Huo Zhiyan the gossip that Huo Bowen sent today, and asked him how he planned to deal with it.
He thought he would be somewhat worried about the old lady's reaction, but he didn't expect that Huo Zhiyan's attention was not here at all, and he seemed to have been prepared for it.
He tilted his head slightly and said in surprise: "Why would Huo Bowen tell you this? You two are familiar with each other?"
Lu Anzhi was stunned for a few seconds: "Maybe I'm...too charming?"
Huo Zhiyan closed his eyes and turned his head in a different direction, almost writing the word "submitted" on his forehead.
Lu Anzhi snorted and continued to ask indifferently: "Aren't you worried at all about the old lady? What if she hangs me up and tortures me for interrogation? What if I kill her?"
Huo Zhiyan sighed: "First, the old lady will not hang you up, let alone torture you to extract a confession. Secondly..."
He lowered his eyes and looked directly at Lu Anzhi: "You won't be able to recruit someone so easily, right?"
Lu Anzhi nodded repeatedly: "That's right! However, you must protect me when you go to the old house. I don't want to report to Dr. Shen again."
Huo Zhiyan continued to look out the window and replied lightly: "Don't worry, it won't happen."
The old house was far away from the city. It was so far that Lu Anzhi fell asleep twice while sitting in the car and still hadn't arrived yet when she woke up.
She stretched out her index finger and poked at the car window. It was dark outside again, and there was no big light around except the street lights. These rich people like to go to the village anyway.
It’s funny to think about it. Real rural people wake up early and work late every day, just thinking about buying an apartment in the city and taking root.
As for the rich, they long to live in the suburbs, grow vegetables, raise chickens, and live in seclusion in the countryside.
Lu Anzhi watched the street lights getting denser and denser, and finally saw the legendary Huo family's old house on the edge of a suburban village.
Looking from a distance, the antique buildings are very grand. There are eight cloth lanterns hanging high at the door, and two huge words - Huo Zhai - are written on the eaves of the door.
At first glance, it looks like a place where rich people should live.
This place does not combine Chinese and Western styles like Huojia Manor. It is a pure Chinese style. From the moment you enter, you can clearly feel that the designer who designed this house spent a lot of effort.
Lu Anzhi got out of the car and was about to touch the carvings on the porch, but Huo Zhiyan grabbed her and pulled her hand into his arm: "Be honest and don't look around."
Lu Anzhi shrugged and extended his hand to sign OK.
The old house was quite dark at night, and as soon as I entered the door, servants came out with lights to guide the way.
Li Jiu walked at the front, walking briskly and looking particularly relaxed. He chatted with the person leading the way from time to time, looking very familiar with him.
Within a few minutes, the two of them were taken to the restaurant in the front yard. The old lady with gray hair was leaning against the door and looking outside. She didn't smile until she saw people arriving.
"An Zhi, why did it take you so long? The dishes are all cold."
Lu Anzhi coaxed the old man obediently: "Grandma, don't be angry, there was just a traffic jam on the way back, which delayed us."
She certainly didn't dare say it was because she secretly took a shower and changed her gear.
"Okay, okay." The old lady smiled brightly, stretched out her hand to pull her over from Huo Zhiyan, and let her sit next to her after taking the seat.
This look...
It seems, maybe, maybe not angry?
Lu Anzhi murmured in her heart, with a bright smile still on her face, and she was so polite in every gesture that even Huo Zhiyan couldn't find anything wrong with her.
Dinner went well. As Su Wanwan said, the old lady of the Huo family is an old naughty child. She is a joke that young people like to tell. She doesn't miss any of the jokes. She is a hot topic on the Internet. She is better than Lu Anzhi. Still fashionable.
In contrast, Huo Zhiyan's grandfather was much more conservative and spoke very little, but he always sat next to the old lady and mainly kept her company.
After the meal, the old lady saw that it was still early, so she took the two children and sat in the living room to watch TV.
The servants cut several plates of fruit and brought them up. Lu Anzhi sat obediently next to Huo Zhiyan, asking him to get some fruit for him from time to time, seizing every opportunity to take advantage of him.
Huo Zhiyan's eyebrows relaxed and he was very cooperative.
The old lady didn't say anything, but she actually saw it.
A few people just sat like this. The old lady seemed to be switching channels aimlessly, and suddenly stopped on a variety show.
She cleared her throat and deliberately nodded at Huo Zhiyan: "Ayan, look at this girl wearing blue clothes and pigtails on TV. Have I seen it somewhere?"
Huo Zhiyan and Lu Anzhi looked up at the same time.
Lu Anzhi stared at the TV screen, her heart skipping a beat, and pretended she didn't recognize it.
Huo Zhiyan was very honest: "Lin Miao, Lin Taishang's little daughter, maybe I brought her to you to see her when she was a child."
The old lady made a deliberate noise and said in a long tone: "Let me just say, when Lin Taishang was young, he was in the lumber business and had dealings with your father. This little girl seems to be quite quiet. Does she have a boyfriend? "
Huo Zhiyan raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly: "I don't know, Miss Lin and I are not familiar with each other."
A word of unfamiliarity cut off all the questions that followed. Lu Anzhi felt a little sweat for him in her heart. Wouldn't it seem like she was trying to cover up something like this?
The old lady remained calm, as if she had expected his answer in advance. She deliberately sent Lu An Zhi away with a smile in her eyes: "An Zhi, I have collected a new calligraphy and painting. You and He Xun go to the study to help me." Can I get it?"
He Xun, the housekeeper of the old house, has been with his great master since he was very young. Now that he is over sixty, Huo Zhiyan usually calls him Uncle He.
Lu Anzhi was a sensible person, so he immediately responded and left the living room in stride.
As soon as she left, the old lady's face immediately dropped: "Ayan, tell grandma honestly what is your relationship with Lin Miao and An Zhi?"
Huo Zhiyan raised his eyes, his expression unchanged, still saying the same thing: "Lin Miao and I are not familiar with each other."
"Not familiar?" The old lady suddenly raised her voice: "You have been in love with someone for a year, and then you tell grandma that you are not familiar with her? Are you bullying grandma because she is getting older and you have become stupid?"
Huo Zhiyan glanced sideways at the silent grandfather next to him, and explained patiently: "Grandma, no matter who is whispering in your ears, it's all nonsense. Miss Lin and I only cooperated for a short time. There is no other relationship.”
Grandpa also turned his head and glanced at him, snorting coldly: "Don't look at me, I'm too lazy to care about your business."
It was as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and he had no intention of saying anything good to his grandson.
Seeing his harsh words, the old lady took out her mobile phone from her arms, flipped through a few pictures Huo Shiyu sent her, pointed at one and asked: "If others don't know about this bracelet Lin Miao is wearing, don't I know about it?" ?”
"Ayan, grandma just wants to hear the truth. What happened between you and Lin Miao? What happened with An Zhi?"
"Today, if you don't tell me, this old woman, all these things, I will never let you off lightly!"
