The old attack of rebirth is a sick and tender monster

Seeing Qi Muhe staring at the two of them curiously, the old man coughed a few times uncomfortably, and said to Qi Muhe: "Left and right Xingchao haven't come back so soon, you go back to the room to rest first."

"I'm going to wait for him to come back."

Qi Muhe shook his head, raised his chin slightly, his pretty face was full of stubbornness, which made people feel pity.

Those who didn't know thought that Xingchao had gone to the battlefield and never returned, and he was the beautiful little widow who waited for the king's return by herself.

The passing servants and bodyguards couldn't help but see a trace of strangeness in their eyes. Although this man was really arrogant, his heart for their prince was true.

Qi Muhe is very satisfied with his new set of characters, his eye sockets are slightly flushed, and the corners of his eyes are faintly red, which adds a bit of glamour to his original plain appearance.

"Don't persuade me, uncle." He said hoarsely.

Seeing his pitiful expression, the old man was embarrassed to say anything more, turned his head and winked at the servant behind him, "What are you doing in a daze, bring the breakfast."

"Let me come, you and Mr. Qi wait first." The butler sighed, walked to the kitchen, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, showing his white and slender wrists, planning to cook himself.

The chef was taken aback, and quickly stopped the housekeeper, "How can you do this kind of thing? Let me do it, and you can concentrate on being with the master."

"No, the master just ate a few mouthfuls of the food just now. I think it doesn't suit his appetite. I made it myself, so I will eat more."

The butler said casually, with a hint of jealousy and darkness in the slightly raised eyes, "Besides, the master is talking with Mr. Qi, and he doesn't need me."

The kitchen inexplicably felt that something was wrong, and just relied on intuition to flatter, "Mr. Qi is not the master's man, so he should observe more, and you are the person behind the master who can be trusted by the master."

It was obvious that what he said was on point, and the housekeeper's face obviously improved a lot. He looked at the poached eggs that were gradually browning in the pan, and said softly: "The dishes are well done, this month's monthly bill, go to the accountant to get an extra portion. "

Now these materials are life-saving things, the chef was overjoyed, and immediately thanked: "Thank you, steward."

After the butler came out with the fragrant food, the old man called Qi Muhe to eat, and picked up the chopsticks again by himself.

The butler lowered his eyes and asked slowly: "The master had already eaten when the young master was here, why did you use the chopsticks again?"

"What? I can't eat what you cooked?" The old man frowned and glanced at him displeased.

"How could it be?" The butler showed a wronged expression, "I came here according to your taste, I hope you enjoy your meal."

"Hmph, sweet words." The old man let go of his hands deliberately, and the poached eggs on the chopsticks fell to the ground, and oil stains splashed on his leather shoes.

There was a hint of helplessness in the housekeeper's eyes, and he bent slightly to the old man and said, "Wait a minute, I'll let someone clean it up."

The old man glanced at the normal-looking butler, clicked his tongue in a low voice, and stepped on the butler's clean trouser leg, leaving a gray footprint on it.

He said impatiently: "I have time to wait for them to clean up, please, just you, clean up now."

The butler didn't feel offended at all, and just smiled at him slightly, "Good sir."

Then he willingly knelt down in front of the old man on one knee, bent down, held it in the palm of his white gloved hand without feeling dirty, and patiently wiped off the stains with the free hand.

Finally, when everything was over, he raised his head, showing his slender and fair neck, and smiled softly, "Master, are you satisfied?"

It was a gesture of complete surrender in front of this man.

The old man propped his chin up, looking down at the man who had been with him for many years, his eyes were dark, after all, he didn't stretch out his hand to grab the man's neck and rub it.

Presumably... it must feel good...

He felt a little pity, but for this man, the value of asking him to be a bed partner is far less than being a housekeeper.

So he couldn't say coldly, "Okay, go and change your clothes."

housekeeper:"……"

The man lowered his eyes a little disappointed, but still replied: "Good sir."

Qi Muhe, who was sitting on the side, didn't take a bite after all. He had a little bit of insight. The father and son really resemble each other. Emotionally, they have a strong desire to control.

Qi Muhe rested his chin in his spare time. If he and Xingchao were here just now, it would be the same posture. Xingchao would have pinched his neck and bit his lip hard.

Cough, that's too far.

Holding his hot face, Qi Muhe secretly laughed, and when Little Xingxing comes back, let's try this play with him.

The man's thin figure gradually disappeared, and the old man also looked away, looking at the untouched food in front of Qi Muhe, and frowned slightly.

With an inexplicable thought of not wanting the food he made to be wasted, he said: "What are you waiting for, it's impossible for him to suddenly fall out of the air, he's starving, and he's the one who feels distressed."

Qi Muhe twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a "barely vulnerable" smile, no, I'm just full of dog food, and how do you know that he won't "plop" from the air.

"thump--"

A person fell from the void and happened to land in Qi Muhe's arms.

Qi Muhe was only stunned for a moment, then smiled and hugged the man's waist tightly with his arms, put his lips next to the man's ear, and laughed softly: "Little Xingxing, are you throwing yourself into your arms?"

Xingchao didn't say much, just pinched the back of his neck expressionlessly, his whole body was full of dangerous aura, and before Qi Muhe could react, he pressed his head down slightly with his fingers, and then raised his head. He kissed him hard at first.

The moment he looked at Qi Muhe, Xingchao's heart beat uncontrollably.

Qi Muhe's previous life frequently appeared in his mind, and he heard him call his name hoarsely with tears in his eyes.

"little stars……"

"Wait for me..."

There was a sound, but there was no response.

But this life is different, as long as Qi Muhe calls his name, he will answer.

After the kiss was over, Xingchao glanced at the corner of Qi Muhe's mouth that was bitten by himself, and gently tapped it with his fingertips, with a gentle tone that Qi Muhe seldom heard, "Does it hurt?"

Qi Muhe's cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his eyes were wet. He just wished he could hold Xing Chao and kiss him a few hundred times. It wouldn't hurt.

"It doesn't hurt." He said softly.

"It's a lie, it won't hurt if it's all broken." Xingchao put his forehead on Qi Muhe's shoulder, his voice was hoarse as if he was suppressing something: "Don't bear it."

Qi Muhe's heart softened suddenly, although he didn't know why Xingchao was so gentle to him suddenly, he was flattered for a while.

"Because you gave it to me, so it doesn't hurt." Qi Muhe patted Xingchao's back, his voice was so gentle that he could drip water, "Okay, okay, I'm not sad."

Tsk, this fool.

"I'm not sad." Xing Chao was a little upset, and those fragile emotions disappeared because of this action like patting a child, and he just wanted to smoke someone.

"Cough, cough, cough." The old man who stood beside a wooden stake for a long time interrupted their stickiness in time, and said in a cold voice, "Don't you know what happened when you come back?"

"There's nothing to say." Xingchao said to him equally indifferently, "It solved a problem that has puzzled me for a long time."

The old man snorted coldly, "Little brat, what's your attitude?"

"It's like this to you and me." Xingchao replied subconsciously, then paused, and his tone eased, "At noon, let's have dinner together."

Now that the problems with the system have been solved, it's about time for Xingchao to set off to go back. Although he doesn't have to worry about anything at home, there are still a group of guys waiting for him to go back in his base.

Thinking of them, Xingchao couldn't help showing a faint smile in his eyes, making him feel much more relaxed.

Next, he just needs to keep a close eye on his favorite old Gong and stop him from doing stupid things.

The old man saw something was wrong from Xingchao's expression, and he felt a "thump" in his heart: This guy suddenly took the initiative to show his favor, maybe there is some conspiracy.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" The old man looked serious, "Because you are my only son, I can promise you."

Tsk, it's my dad.

Xingchao suddenly lost all thought of being friendly with the other party, and said with a blank face: "After lunch, I will leave."

Old man: "..."

The old man: "...so fast?"

Star Tide: "Yes."

The old man's hand on the back of the chair suddenly trembled a little. He lowered his eyes and frowned. He has a stubborn temper and has never been friendly with Xingchao. At this moment, he couldn't say anything to keep him. He also wanted his son to stay with him.

After all, when I get older, my mind tends to be fragile, and I want my children to be with me, even though I am often impatient to see children.

Star Tide: "..."

Seeing his old man like this, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but his mouth was harder than that of the old man, so he just looked at the old man with no expression on his face, and didn't say anything.

Qi Muhe secretly pursed his lower lip and smiled silently. He knew that Xingchao was also reluctant, after all, it had been so long since he had seen each other, and he just couldn't say anything about staying.

It seems that compared to these, Xingchao has more important things to do, is it Qi Guanyang and the others... Tsk, but it's okay to relax once in a while.

"Little Xing Xing." He stretched out two fingers to hold Xing Chao's clothes, and asked with a smile: "How about we stay here for two more days, you haven't shown me around yet, as for Qi Guanyang and the others, I'm sure you can." Take care of yourself."

Although the old man didn't speak, his eyes clearly showed anticipation.

Star Tide: "..."

This is how Xingchao can refuse, Tactical coughed twice, "Trouble, I'll take care of you."