Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

His voice grew louder, with a harsh reproach.

Mu Xun had never seen Qi Zhijie speak like this before, and was so frightened that he fell silent.

But the man was still relentless, seeing that he didn't speak, he sniffed out a syllable: "Huh?"

With the long ending sound, people can't help but tremble even more.

"But... I can't just do nothing because I'm afraid, and life doesn't go away because you're afraid, right?" Mu Xun hung his head, pinching his hands "Besides... I have been here for so many years, you don't have to worry."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, squeezing out a smile.

Qi Zhijie didn't answer, frowning, and drove the car without saying a word.

Mu Xun didn't dare to speak any more, collapsed on the comfortable cushion and began to doze off.

The car stopped outside the alley of Uncle He's house, Mu Xun rubbed his sore eyes and prepared to get out of the car.

"During this time, I will be staying in Manhe to escape the summer heat. If I have time, I will pick you up from get off work." The man said with a cold face, but his words were quite human.

Mu Xun was so sleepy that he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and got out of the car in a wandering spirit.

When he woke up after sleeping and remembered this matter again, he felt that the more he heard the words, the more strange he heard them.

Come to Manhe to escape the heat?The summer in this place is as hot as the Flame Mountain, well, and he always gets off work in the middle of the night, so he can't figure out how to pick him up when he is free, should he stay overnight or get up early?

If it's Qi Zhijie, he thinks the latter is more likely.

In the following ten days, the man's Land Rover never missed a seat on Yuanyang Avenue at four o'clock in the morning.

The summer wind was very cool that night, Mu Xun stuck his head out of the window, and his black hair grew wildly in the wind: "Old Qi, can you step on the accelerator and take me for a ride like in the TV series?"

"Irregular driving, two lines of tears for relatives."

Mu Xun was deflated: "Okay."

After surviving the most difficult hot days in Manhe, Mu Xun also received the money he earned from staying up late every day from the owner of the Internet cafe, and then rode a brand new small motorcycle in a sunny afternoon. bright debut.

Instead of going back to the antique shop, he went straight to Qi Zhijie's small courtyard, and lightly honked the horn twice at the door.

In the quiet afternoon, these two horns are particularly abrupt.

Qi Zhijie, who was reading the Times in the room, couldn't help shaking his hands twice.

Immediately, he heard Mu Xun's knock on the door: "Old Qi... come out quickly."

He shook his head helplessly, folded the newspaper and put it on the coffee table, and opened the door with long legs.

Mu Xun, who was wearing black and a black leather jacket, was standing in the sun. He couldn't see his expression at this time, but he could imagine that he must be smiling silly.

"I'll take you for a ride."

"Are you sure you want to go for a drive dressed like this?" Although it is true that the hottest days have passed, it is still in the middle of August.

Mu Xun proudly tugged at the collar of his leather jacket: "I bought this specially to match my motorcycle." Regardless of whether Qi Zhijiele was willing to ride in his car, he took it upon himself to take it from his hand. The white helmet was put on Qi Zhijie's head, "Stop dawdling, I'm going to die of heat."

As he spoke, he naturally pulled Qi Zhijie's wrist and led him through the stone steps in front of the door to his motorcycle.

Qi Zhijie looked down at him holding his hand, he was stunned for a moment, wanted to pull away but didn't know how to pull away, his fist loosened and tightened until Mu Xun let go of him, he didn't do so.

Mu Xun got on the motorcycle, twisted the accelerator and started the engine, and the exhaust pipe under the rear seat began to emit black smoke: "Come on."

To be honest, after living for more than 20 years, Qi Zhijie has never ridden a motorcycle, so he sat on it with a little unfamiliarity.

"Sit still." Mu Xun said, looking forward and lowering the center of gravity of his body, he twisted the accelerator suddenly.

Because of inertia, Qi Zhijie's body involuntarily slammed forward, and his helmeted head hit Mu Xun's back. Also because of fear, his hands grabbed the hem on both sides of his leather coat.

He also gasped.

Qi Zhijie didn't dare to open his eyes, only heard the whistling wind in his ears, gritted his teeth and asked, "Muxun, are you taking me for a ride or are you taking me to my death?"

Mu Xun pursed his lips, he could feel the man behind him pressing against him, he could even feel his rapid heartbeat: "I'm a licensed driver, don't worry."

"Most licensed drivers are street killers." The man tugged at the corner of his clothes.

He didn't know how long he had been tortured like this. The scenery around him changed from rows of green plants to houses, and finally back to green plants.

Mu Xun knew that Qi Zhijie should be a little scared. He didn't know that he was not a little scared until he found that his fur coat was pinched and crumpled, and Qi Zhijie looked like a lost soul after taking off his helmet.

He took him to a famous food stall in Manhe.

It wasn't until the proprietress of the restaurant asked what to eat that Qi Zhijie finally picked up the soul that was thrown on the road.

Mu Xun naturally put his hands on his shoulders again: "You can order whatever you want, today I will treat you."

"..." Qi Zhijie didn't want to talk, his soul was so scared that he was still in the mood to eat, "Take it easy."

As he said that, he left the hands on his shoulders and went upstairs by himself.

Mu Xun curled his lips, looking at the dishes in the freezer: "I order whatever I order."

When he finished ordering and went upstairs, he saw Qi Zhijie who was wiping the table and plastic stools with tissue paper.

He forgot that Qi Zhijie is a turtle-haired monster.

"Do you want to change?"

"No...it's fine here." Qi Zhijie put a paper towel on the plastic stool, and sat down a bit awkwardly.

A man wearing a custom-made suit sat on a plastic stool, with a pair of long legs that had no place to rest, it was indeed out of tune with this temperament.

Mu Xun sat across from him, and took off his out-of-season fur coat.

He was only wearing a white vest, and his neck, collarbone, and shoulders, which were whiter than the white vest, were all exposed in Qi Zhijie's sight.

The child looked thin, but unexpectedly there were clear muscle lines on his arms.

When he realized what he was looking at and thinking, he was startled, frowned slightly, and looked away as if inadvertently.

Fortunately, the food was served here very quickly, so the two of them were not allowed to continue working here.

"Try this old duck soup, it's famous." Mu Xun scooped up a bowl full of white duck soup garnished with chopped green onions for Qi Zhijie.

Qi Zhijie took the bowl and took a sip, the taste was indeed delicious.

He looked at the dishes on the table, and at Mu Xun who was cooking with chopsticks: "How much money did you earn? It's so rich."

"Not much, but what do I do with the money if I don't spend it, right?" Mu Xun said with a mouth full of rice.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you." He looked at him, shook his head with a smile.

"It was a childhood habit that if you don't grab it, you won't have anything to eat..." Mu Xun blurted out naturally, and then swallowed a mouthful of rice, with a few grains of rice sticking to the corner of his mouth.

Qi Zhijie listened, his smile froze.

How much suffering did this child suffer before he became a habit of grabbing food.

There is a tenderness that cannot be concealed in the eyes of peach blossoms that are indifferent and alienated from both sides.

He naturally stretched out a hand, dragged Mu Xun's cheek with his palm, rubbed the skin around his lips with his thumb, and took away the few grains of rice, without knowing why he said it In this way: "In the future, you will never grab food again, and get rid of this habit, okay?"

Mu Xun was so startled that he even forgot to breathe, and stared at Qi Zhijie with those foxy eyes, his left cheek seemed to have a lot of heat from the few strokes of his thumb, and the whole face was dyed red first. The face is involved again to the ears: "Okay."

The man's brainstem seemed to have returned, and he withdrew his hand a little helplessly, lowering his peachy eyes, not daring to look at him: "Hand in hand."

Mu Xun held back his smile, put down the rice bowl in his hand, propped his head up and smiled at Qi Zhijie: "Old Qi."

"What are you doing?" He didn't dare to raise his eyes, so he pretended to straighten his clothes.

"How can there be so many passing, passing, just, you obviously want to stay with me, don't you?" Mu Xun didn't give him a chance to breathe.

"No."

"You have it."

"Don't think about it here." The man was flustered, and he denied it, "Hurry up and eat."

Mu Xun smiled heartily.

What to do, this old man is innocent.

In the next few days, Qi Zhijie didn't dare to look for Mu Xun, but his mind kept thinking of him uncontrollably.

He even began to appear in his dreams.

He knew it was impossible to go on like this, so he turned on the computer and prepared to deal with some company matters to distract him.

Unexpectedly, there was an email from Qi Ke in his private mailbox.

He opened it up.

It turned out to be a photo of him and Mu Xun when they were together these few days.

There were times when he picked him up from get off work, there were times when they rode motorcycles together, and there were times when they had dinner together.

As he looked at each photo, the blood all over his body began to rush to his forehead, and he threw the mouse out of his hand with a dark face.

I calmed down for a long time.

The cicadas in the summer night began to sing.

The man was still sitting in front of the computer, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number he hadn't dialed for many years.

The phone rang for a few seconds and was answered.

"My dear son, finally remembered to call me?"

"Qi Ke, what do you mean by the photo you sent me? I warn you, stay away from my life."

"Baby son, what can I mean? I just care about my son's life. Who would have thought that my son will grow up and look more like his father." The male voice on the phone said this, with There was a series of weird laughter.

"Who is like you, Qi Ke, you are no longer my father." Qi Zhijie gritted his teeth, trying to restrain his emotions.

"Aren't you like me? The way you talk about business is really the style I used to be. You don't know how proud I am Dad... Also, you like men just like me, don't you? Why don't I Your dad, you still bear my last name."

Qi Zhijie tightly squeezed the phone in his hand, and his emotions were completely crushed at this moment: "Asshole, listen carefully, my surname is not because of you, if you make further progress, don't blame me for being ruthless." After he cut off the phone, , dropped the phone hard.

The room didn't turn on the light, and there was a sound of fierce collision between metal and wood, and it was quiet, only the sound of the man's heavy breathing remained.

The author says:

good bt dad

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