I'm with my scumbag ex's mom [Transmigration Book]

After barely packing himself, Huo Qingzhuo put on his hat and mask, and drove away by himself.

Because the whole day today is Huo Qingzhuo's personal schedule, Assistant Li is not here now.

It was time to meet Shu Yueqing in the afternoon. Now Huo Qingzhuo drove the car by himself and went to the old restaurant first.

Huo Qingzhuo felt that her current state was not right. She seemed to be in an endless loop. For the first time, she began to doubt herself and Lao Jiu. Now she was eager to see where the manuscript Lao Jiu said was.

The Lvcaoyuan community where Laojiu lives now is not far from the green community where Huo Qingzhuo lives. Huo Qingzhuo will arrive soon. Because he has been here several times, Huo Qingzhuo entered the community unimpeded and went straight to the old restaurant. .

Startled by Huo Qingzhuo's sudden arrival, Lao Jiu, who had just finished his meal, was lying on the sofa watching a movie with a fruit plate in his arms, almost thinking that someone was robbing the house.

"What are you doing? With this posture, you are here to loot?"

Lao Jiu looked at the fully armed Huo Qingzhuo from the sofa, and threw another piece of watermelon into his mouth.

Throwing the hat and mask away, Huo Qingzhuo closed the door behind his back, looked at the old wine on the sofa, "Didn't you read a handbook when you wrote "Emperor" before? Where is the handbook?"

"No," it was a long time ago, why did it come up again, Lao Jiu got up from the sofa, "What happened? What happened, was investigated? I didn't receive any news."

"No, I want to read it, where is it?" Huo Qingzhuo really didn't know what Laojiu was thinking about all day long, she just wanted to read the handbook.

"Tell me earlier, I was shocked." He waved his hand indifferently, put down the fruit plate, Laojiu stood up and walked to the study, "Come with me, I usually write here, and all the materials are here. Let’s try it out, it’s not cleaned up yet, it’s a bit messy.”

As Lao Jiu said, he pushed open the door of the study.

... Isn't this just a little messy?

Huo Qingzhuo now wonders if the old restaurant's study room has been robbed.

I saw a whole room filled with mahogany bookshelves that should be three to four meters high on three sides, and the other side is full of glass, which is blocked by heavy curtains, preventing any light from coming in.

Lao Jiu walked to the curtains, opened them, and the whole study room was brightened up, and there were books opened or stacked everywhere on the floor, forming hills, leaving no place for people to step down.

Laojiu skillfully stepped on the gap in the "Book Mountain", shuttled in front of the bookshelves, "That's a booklet, old and yellowed, I forgot where to put it, wait for me to find it for you, and finish writing a booklet." I should tidy up the study room once, so now the booklet should be on the shelf, where is it?"

Huo Qingzhuo couldn't find a place to stop, so he just stood at the door and waited for the muttering old wine. He looked around casually, but saw a blurry photo in the corner of the bookshelf.

"Whose picture is that?" Huo Qingzhuo leaned against the door frame and asked Laojiu.

Lao Jiu followed Huo Qingzhuo's line of sight, and there was indeed an A4-sized photo frame. Because he pulled out the book next to him, he could see a little bit of the inside of the photo frame from Huo Qingzhuo's perspective.

"Then what kind of photo is that? It's the portrait I painted for Shu Yueqing and Xiao Xun back then. It's just that I haven't preserved it properly for so many years, and it's just gone from oxidation."

It was Xiao Xun again, and Huo Qingzhuo became more or less interested in Shu Yueqing, his first girlfriend, "Can I take a look?"

"What are you looking at, the painting is gone, only the outline is left, but speaking of it, this is indeed the last shadow of Xiao Xun left in this world. Xiao Xun didn't like taking pictures at the beginning, but Shu Yueqing wanted two I took a group photo with someone, so I was treated as a human camera, but before the painting was finished and sent to be framed, the person disappeared, and the painting was thrown away at me.”

"Let me take a look." After being told by Lao Jiu, Huo Qingzhuo wanted to see it even more.

"Okay, up to you." Lao Jiu pulled out the frame and handed it to Huo Qingzhuo outside the door.

Maybe it's the aging of the photo frame. Just as Huo Qingzhuo took over the photo frame, the whole photo frame suddenly fell apart, and the portrait fell lightly to the ground.

"This... touch porcelain." Huo Qingzhuo didn't expect Laojiu's photo frame to be so weak.

"It's okay, it's useless anyway, I might just throw it away next time I clean up." Laojiu was still concentrating on looking for the brochure without even looking at it.

Huo Qingzhuo bent down to pick up the portrait on the ground, it was indeed like what Laojiu said, there were only some simple outlines left on it, but looking at it this way, Huo Qingzhuo almost lost his footing, "Oldjiu, this is Xiao Xunhe Shu Yueqing? Isn't this me?"

"Are you kidding me? You were just a little Douding more than ten years ago, why should I draw you?" Lao Jiu waved his hand nonchalantly, stepped on the bookshelf and pulled out the booklet from the upper floor, "Oh, I finally found it , the letter you want."

Lao Jiu clapped his hands and walked to the door of the study, only to find that Huo Qingyao was still staring at the portrait in a daze, "Stupid?"

"Look, is this me?" After seeing his face for so many years, Huo Qingyu is naturally the most familiar with his face. Although there is only one outline left in the portrait, the extremely high similarity , but Huo Qingzhuo can tell the difference.

Putting the portrait beside him, Huo Qingzhuo looked at Laojiu and asked again.

It is also thanks to the good painter of Laojiu that the outline structure at the beginning was very precise, and it was hard to see at first glance, but now it is put together like this, and it is completely similar to Huo Qingzhuo.

"Impossible...Xiao Xun is completely different from you."

Look at the portrait, and then look at Huo Qingzhuo. Laojiu is used to drawing outlines according to the direction of the bones first, and then adding details, so the similarity is very high. Now that the details have been removed, Laojiu used the booklet to draw on Huo Qingzhuo's face Only then did he realize that if he were to draw a portrait of Huo Qingzhuo now, the outline would be the same as Xiao Xun's.

"Good guy, the bones are basically the same, only the flesh and soft tissue are different, Qingzhuo, tell the truth, did you come back from plastic surgery by Xiao Xun back then?"

Lao Jiu hugged himself cowardly, and looked at Huo Qingzhuo warily.

"What do you think?" Taking a picture of the old wine, Huo Qingzhuo was a little confused now, "Is there a big difference between me and Xiao Xun?"

"This..." Lao Jiu looked at the portrait, then at Huo Qingzhuo, "I really forgot what happened more than ten years ago, who remembers it? Just looking at it now, I feel that Xiao Xun should look like you almost?"

"Don't you should, no, if Xiao Xun and I look very similar, then Shu Yueqing and Rong Qing have both met Xiao Xun, so it's impossible not to recognize me, what's going on?"

Seeing Lao Jiu's unreliable appearance, Huo Qingzhuo had nothing to hope for.

"How would I know that?" Lao Jiu thought Xiao Xun's face was quite clear at first, but after looking at the portrait and then Huo Qingzhuo's face, he found that Xiao Xun's face seemed to be blurred, gradually becoming exactly the same as Huo Qingzhuo , "Damn, Huo Qingzhuo, you are the original sect of evil."

"I am willing?" Of course Huo Qingzhuo didn't want to do this, but it was not up to her to decide.

"Forget it, let's leave this matter as it is for the time being. Show me the letter first." Huo Qingzhuo took the letter from Lao Jiu, "Old Jiu, tell the truth, is this letter real?"

"Why do you still care about this matter?" Laojiu scratched his head, "It's true if you say it, and it's not true if you say it, I can't dig Emperor Luo Ming out of his grave and ask if this is the diary he wrote back then? Not realistic."

Glancing at the old wine, Huo Qingzhuo was rubbing the booklet in his hand, which felt the same as the official documents he got when he was in the dream, and looking at the exclusive texture of the royal paper, Huo Qingzhuo was already sure about it. point.

"Don't you need to hand in this cultural relic?" Huo Qingzhuo was going to take the letter back for a closer look.

"Submit your fart, the experts say it's fake, and no one will accept it if I submit it." He shrugged nonchalantly, Laojiu wished that no one would take care of him.

"Then I'll take it back and have a look. I also took this portrait." Putting away the letter, Huo Qingzhuo greeted Laojiu.

"You keep it for me, in case it's an authentic cultural relic, it's worth a lot of money." Lao Jiu looked at Huo Qingzhuo with a distressed expression as he put the booklet into a protective bag and put it in his bag.

"Understood." After putting away the letter, Huo Qingzhuo was about to put the portrait away, but when he turned it over, he saw two lines of writing on the back, "Old Jiu, did you write this word?"

"Where?" Lao Jiu put away his distressed eyes, and looked beside Huo Qingzhuo, only to see that there were two lines of words on the back of the portrait, and two names below it.

"The above two sour poems were written by me, and the names below are the signatures of Shu Yueqing and Xiao Xun. After all, this is Shu Yueqing's autograph on the white paper. Is it not too much to deceive Shu Yue to count things? "

Lao Jiu's thoughts are jumping around the edge of the criminal law every day.

"Wait a minute," Huo Qingzhuo ran to Laojiu's desk to get a pen and paper, and wrote the word Xiao Xun on the paper, "Look at Laojiu, are they exactly the same?"

"Qing Zhuo, how did you learn your fake skills? It's really the same." Lao Jiu compared the left and right sides, at least she was a writer, so she could still tell the difference.

"This is my own handwriting. Are you sure it's Xiao Xun's autograph?" Huo Qingzhuo looked familiar just now, but after comparing it now, even the small details are the same, there is no difference at all.

"Really? Qingzhuo, are you scaring me? Or are you really Xiao Xun who came back from plastic surgery?" Lao Jiu looked at Huo Qingzhuo incredulously, "This is indeed Xiao Xun's autograph, I swear to God , I watched Shu Yueqing and Xiao Xun sign it at the time, and I couldn't be wrong at all."

"It's getting more and more interesting." Putting away the portrait, Huo Qingzhuo made a bold guess that was impossible, and then grabbed Lao Jiu's arm, "Old Jiu, does the winding road on Luoshen Mountain rely on the sea?"

"Is it Luoshen Mountain in City A? Yes, it's near the sea, and it's the highest mountain range near the sea in City A. What's wrong?" Lao Jiu couldn't keep up with Huo Qingzhuo's out-of-the-ordinary thinking and questioning.

"It's nothing, I'll go first, I'll take the things, don't tell anyone." Huo Qingzhuo now has some rough guesses, but they still need to verify.

After hastily explaining to Laojiu, Huo Qingzhuo left directly, leaving Laojiu standing there in a daze.

Lao Jiu thought about it, and finally gave up on calling Shu Yueqing, "Forget it, what you love, it's none of my business."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-06-0822:47:29~2021-06-0823:59:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ye Xiaoye 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!