Love is like melting

Chapter 228 He's Not Young Anymore

The driver standing next to him replied, "It's an online chat software that young people like most now. My daughter uses it to chat with her computer every day, and she's going crazy."

young people?
Xu Sizhe frowned, looking at the account number in his palm, his thin lips ticked silently.

Perhaps, I am really old, and I don't quite understand what is going on in the minds of today's children.

Xu Sizhe stood there for a while, vaguely heard rustling sounds in the silent night, and a light in the dark place in the distance, he turned around and got into the car, and told the driver to drive.

What none of them noticed was that there was a black stalled car parked not far away, and the person sitting in the driver's seat had a clear view of the scene here through the glass.

"Girl..." The murmur sounded like a sigh in the quiet and narrow carriage.

Huo Yimo opened the door, moved the two hibiscus plants in the corridor into the house with great effort, sat by the bed and gently wiped the dust on the leaves with a paper towel.

"Brother, I suddenly feel that fate is really ridiculous! When I liked Xu Sizhe before, I racked my brains to see him. Even if I didn't say anything, I would be very happy to see him. But now I don't like him. Appeared in front of me again and again, what do you say I should do? I have worked very hard..."

Trying hard to escape from the past.

Escape from the past, escape from the past, and live your life quietly.

Life and death, fate!
Department of Finance, Office of the Minister.

"I checked, and that night she attended the party with a writer named Shui Lianyan. It has been rumored that Shui Lianyan's books were written by ghostwriters. If my guess is correct, the shooter is Huo Yi Mo. The money she lost should be paid to her by Shui Lianyan."

While listening to Fu Qing's report, Xu Sizhe was looking at the financial statements, and said softly, "Did you find the money and the phone?"

"Sorry Minister, I have called up all the surveillance videos that night, but I haven't found anything. There were a lot of guests coming and going that day, and many temporary workers were hired. If the money is lost there, my chances of getting it back are very low."

Fu Qing shrugged helplessly, there was really nothing he could do about it.

Xu Sizhe closed the document with a "snap", looked up at Fu Qing with clear eyes, and said firmly, "Go and find out how much Shui Lianyan paid her for the manuscript, there must be no discrepancy."

"Yes! If there is nothing else, I'll go out first." Fu Qing bowed and planned to leave.

"Wait." Xu Sizhe stopped him.

"Help me install an address book." Xu Sizhe got up and gave him the seat.

"Ah?" Fu Qing didn't react in a daze.

Xu Sizhe frowned, looked at him as if questioning his ability to work: "You don't know?"

"I know." Fu Qing reacted, "I just don't know why the minister suddenly wanted to download the address book, this kind of social software is young..."

Seeing that Xu Sizhe's eyes became calm and his voice stopped abruptly, he sat down immediately and downloaded the address book to Xu Sizhe's computer.

"Minister, do you need to download one for your mobile phone too?" After Fu Qing finished downloading, she got up to get out of her seat, and asked one more question conscientiously.

Xu Sizhe sat down and raised his eyebrows, "A mobile phone is also okay?"

"Of course it can. Now that technology is advanced, there is no difference between a mobile phone and a computer!" Fu Qing said as soon as he said it, and laughed.

That smile nakedly seemed to be satirizing Xu Sizhe's ignorance!

Xu Sizhe turned his head sideways and stared at him with more gloomy eyes.

The smile on the corner of Fu Qing's mouth froze instantly, he bowed his head and stopped talking.

Although Xu Sizhe didn't speak, he took out the mobile phone from the drawer and threw it on the desk, the meaning was self-evident.

Fu Qing silently picked up his mobile phone and went to the software center to download the software. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Sizhe clicking on the address book with the mouse, but he couldn't do anything.

He scratched the corners of his eyebrows, and said hesitantly: "That... Minister, this address book needs to apply for an account first, and then add friends."

Although Xu Sizhe hadn't played these games before, he was not blind. He quickly found the four words "apply for an account", began to fill in the name of the application account, and directly typed his own name.

"Ahem..." Fu Qing cleared his throat and said, "Minister, it's best not to use your real name to apply for an account online."

Xu Sizhe looked at him contemptuously, Fu Qing immediately bowed his head, pretending to continue downloading the software, but in fact he had already done so.

In the end, Xu Sizhe did not use his real name, and the information was simplified as much as possible, or left blank.

With Fu Qing's kind reminder, he found the page for adding friends, wrote an account number, clicked on the profile and saw that the avatar was a man, carefully confirmed that there was no mistake in adding the account, and the signature made Xu Sizhe even more speechless.

Fu Qing, who was full of curiosity, read out: "Those who regard money as dung, hello, I am a septic tank."

"Pfft." Fu Qing couldn't help laughing out loud.

This man is too funny.

Xu Sizhe glanced at him, "Is it funny?"

"Ahem..." Fu Qing coughed lightly and nodded, "It's a little bit funny."

Xu Sizhe didn't think it was funny at all. Looking at the blurred head portrait of a man and the uncivilized signature on it, he really doubted that this Huo Yimo was still the writer who was praised as "writing with soul" back then?
He is really not young anymore, so he doesn't understand what is going on in the minds of young people now!
Although Huo Yimo's left hand was injured, she turned on the computer habitually every day, and her typing speed was not slow even with one hand. When she logged in to the address book software, new friend information popped up immediately.

Verification information: me.

Applicant: X
Huo Yimo verified the information with his friends, and directly typed a sentence: found the money?
After waiting for a while, the other side replied: How do you know it's me?

Huo Yimo looked at the computer and wanted to roll her eyes, and replied: because my brain didn't grow into the small intestine.

Without any avatar or information, who else could have such a simple and arrogant tone except him!
This still needs to be asked?

There was no reply for a long time, Huo Yimo was impatient, and immediately sent another sentence.

——Do you know that it is very rude not to reply, whether you can find it or not!Quick answer!
She was thinking about her manuscript fee!

——I found it, you decide the time and place.

——At 5 o'clock this afternoon, at the alley where you sent me back that night.

--Can.Your hands don't hurt?

- Typing with one hand.

There was a long pause over there before he replied with three words: See you in the afternoon.

Huo Yimo didn't reply anymore, guessing that a busy person like him should be busy, so he closed the dialog box, browsed a few webpages casually, and killed time.

At noon, I randomly found some biscuits that I hadn't eaten before to pad my stomach. After taking the medicine, I felt sleepy. I felt that it was still early, so I could sleep for a while.

After this sleep, when he woke up, the sky outside was already dark.

Huo Yimo didn't have time to think about anything, grabbed the key and rushed out, thinking in his heart that it's over, it's over, the appointment at five o'clock must be past five o'clock now, he won't leave, won't he give the money to himself? .

Panting and not running out of the alley, he saw a car parked at the alley from a distance, the window was half down, and the person sitting in the car was looking at the documents.

Looking at it from the side like this, his facial features are erect, and his outline is extremely soft and beautiful. I don't know how long he has been waiting, but there is no trace of impatience on his calm expression.

Huo Yimo's pace slowed down little by little, seeing his current appearance, he unexpectedly remembered the time when he first saw him a long, long time ago.

It was like a charity dinner to raise money for orphaned children. He became the person who donated the most that night and was invited by the host to speak on stage. Huo Yimo no longer remembered what he said that day.

(End of this chapter)