Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Mu Xun thinks that Qi Zhijie is very strange recently, he is always dull, he is more stupid than before, and he is suddenly a lot colder to him.

When he said he was going to drink tea in his small courtyard, he said he was busy, and when he asked him about jade carving, he only said a few words, as if he was indifferent to him.

Mu Xun seriously reflected on himself, but he still didn't know what he did wrong.

Successively, he also entered into a vicious circle of emotions. He always felt that he seemed to be a person who did not deserve to have love, and all the love only stayed by his side for a short time.

When the weather is too hot, Manhe will help himself to a few thunderstorms, although the thunder is often loud and the rain is small.

Mu Xun happened to be delivering a repaired jade bracelet to an old customer, unexpectedly, as soon as he left the house, the clear sky in the afternoon suddenly turned into darkness.

In the midst of the wind and lightning, he and his beloved little motorcycle became drowned chickens.

When I got home, I was seriously ill.

Uncle He was packing up his things and going to the city to hold a seminar on the antique industry. When he saw Mu Xun dying on the bed, he couldn't let go, so he had to ask Qi Zhijie for help.

"You don't need to do anything. Remember to feed him some medicine and see if his fever subsides at night. If not, take him to the health center."

"Do you want to go to the clinic now?" The man stood in front of him and asked anxiously.

It's rare for Uncle He to see him anxious and angry: "If you have a low fever, let's take a look first, and they won't give you water when you go to the health center."

"it is good."

Mu Xun didn't know what was wrong with him, as if glued to the bed, he had nightmares on the bed one after another.

He also dreamed of his own mother who died early, the car that burst into flames due to the impact, and those eyes that were cold in the flames.

The picture was so clear and real that he opened his eyes suddenly in shock.

What came into view was the ceiling of the attic, which was a little damp because of going back to the south sky. He was panting heavily, pulling the quilt with trembling hands.

"Axun."

Suddenly, warm palms covered his arm with blue veins from exertion.

Mu Xun's gaze shifted slightly, and he looked towards the source of the voice.

It is Qizhi Festival.

At that moment, all the fear and fear poured out of his chest like a flood.

He threw himself into the man's arms, resting his chin on his broad shoulders.

Qi Zhijie obviously didn't expect him to behave like this, he froze on the edge of the bed like a piece of old rotten wood.

"Old Qi... don't leave me, okay?" Mu Xun's voice was hoarse, with a hint of crying, and he wrapped his arms around the man's waist, tightening the loops tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and his chin was on him. Rubbed on his shoulder several times.

Qi Zhijie's big hands had nowhere to rest, he wanted to caress Mu Xun's back which was a little hot because of the fever, but he never had the courage.

The words Chico said began to reappear in his mind.

Reason began to occupy the high ground in the center of his brain.

His hands that had no place to rest finally landed on Mu Xun's arms, stripping him from his embrace, forcing his red fox eyes to look at him.

There were a few cicadas chirping outside the window.

Qi Zhijie closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a week: "I will not leave you, I will...will take care of you like Uncle He in the future."

Mu Xunshao's head was dizzy, but he could still clearly feel how strange these words were.

Same as Uncle He.

"Old Qi... what do you mean?"

"If you don't mind, you can treat me as a half brother in the future."

Undoubtedly, the man's words exploded in Mu Xun's ears like a bomb, and his chaotic brain was awakened several times by the word "brother": "What are you talking about? Lao Qi."

He grabbed the man's elbow with his backhand.

Qi Zhijie swallowed, not wanting to repeat the words that even he couldn't believe.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak again: "I said, I will take care of you like a brother."

Mu Xun was in a hurry, his red fox eyes looked at him in astonishment and helplessness: "Brother?"

"En." He didn't dare to look at him, his eyes were lowered, as if his chest was blocked by a big rock.

He was so stressed that he couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, Mu Xun was like a deflated balloon, the pair of claws that were tightly holding on to Qi Zhijie suddenly loosened, his eyes hurt, and his vision became foggy: "So, you are good to me, Make me a jade pendant, pick me up from work, eat food stalls with me... all because you take care of me like a younger brother?"

"You are Uncle He's apprentice, so I should take care of you." Qi Zhijie still lowered his eyes, speaking with sincerity.

Mu Xun stared at him for a long, long time, but couldn't wait for him to raise his eyes, and asked a little out of control: "Just because of this? I don't believe it... I don't believe it, Qi Zhijie."

The mist in his eyes finally gathered into tears and fell on the ginger-colored quilt.

"Ah Xun, you still have a fever, it's time to rest." With his lowered gaze, he could just see Mu Xun's tears soaking the quilt.

Mu Xun only felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, his breathing became difficult, and he was a little suffocated.

"I don't want you to be my ass brother..."

Mu Xun couldn't remember how they ended up that night, or it could be said that his brain didn't want to think about that day at all.

During the past few days recuperating in the attic, he was not happy to see Qi Zhijie, he didn't want to admit that he was being passionate.

And I don't want Qi Zhijie to take care of herself as a shitty brother.

He started to alienate him and ignore him like Qi Zhijie did to himself.

Qi Zhijie wasn't used to it at first, but he was trying his best to make himself used to it.

After all, this is the best ending between them.

Until Xiaopang, who worked part-time at the bar with Mu Xun, always came to visit him, breaking the originally pretended peaceful situation.

Although Xiaopang is called Xiaopang, he is a tall and handsome guy with a height of 1.8 meters.

He always came to look for Mu Xun, bringing a fruit basket today, and going straight to the attic with a bag of snacks the next.

Qi Zhijie was upset by watching it, so he simply hid in the workshop and didn't watch it.

Later, when Uncle He finally came back from the city, Qi Zhijie immediately fled back to his small courtyard, thinking that it would be pure if he didn't see it.

But Mu Xun forced him.

That night, when he came to Uncle He's store, he prepared to return the piece of jade to Fudong.

Mu Xun stood in front of the corridor of the attic, wearing a very cool vest, put his hands on the chubby shoulders, and shouted loudly towards the downstairs: "Brother, Brother Qi."

Qi Zhijie stood in front of the inner door of the antique shop downstairs, and felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the sound.

Mu Xun actually called himself brother.

He raised his eyes and looked at the broken tree on the attic with others smiling at him.

At this moment, Fangcun really started to be in chaos.

With that cold face, he walked straight towards the attic with those long legs, stepped up the stone steps step by step, and walked in front of them.

Fatty just inexplicably felt that the atmosphere was not right. The aura of the man who looked older than them was too scary. He gave him several winks with a dark face, and he knew that he was giving him an order to drive away without opening his mouth.

"That... Mu Xun, I think it's getting late, I'll leave first." He said, fleeing from under Mu Xun's shoulders, not caring what he said, until he disappeared into the night like an afterimage. middle.

"Brother, what are you doing? Scaring me..." The friend said.

Before Mu Xun finished speaking, he was dragged into the attic by him, the door closed with a "click", and his eyes were spinning.

The man used his tall body to easily press him against the door panel.

"What did you call me? Mu Xun." The man's voice was hoarse.

In addition to the faint woody scent of his body, there is also a hormonal smell that is almost rising in the air.

"Brother, didn't you say you want to be my brother's?" Mu Xun replied, looking up at his peach eyes, without any timidity, he even raised his hand to caress his face, and then Slowly down, at the neck...below the collarbone.

His hands wandering around Qi Zhijie's body were undoubtedly lighting the fire.

Qi Zhijie's ears began to turn red, and an unknown fire began to gushing out of his body.

He dared to be sure that Mu Xun was deliberately teasing him.

He also admitted that Mu Xun succeeded.

Mu Xun's cool hand gently slid across his reddish neck, still thinking about going down.

The man closed his eyes and grabbed his restless hand: "Muxun, you did it on purpose."

Mu Xun tiptoed slightly, leaning towards him.

The man's scorching temperature dyed his body, and his lower abdomen could clearly feel being pressed against by something hard.

The scalding temperature and the hardness under the lower abdomen undoubtedly betrayed Qi Zhijie thoroughly.

Qi Zhijie didn't expect him to pounce on him, and subconsciously wanted to pull away, but the man was one step ahead of him and pressed the back of his head, chuckling: "Why, don't you like this name? My good brother .”

His eyes fell on Mu Xun's lips that opened and closed, listening to his words that deliberately stimulated himself.

At this moment, all rationality and sobriety collapsed in front of him.

He just wanted to deal with this unscrupulous child severely.

He suddenly pressed his body towards Mu Xun, and that lip landed on his small mouth that was still selling the sword just now.

Mu Xun didn't seem to expect that he would kiss him, and his fox eyes widened in surprise.

He kissed hard, rolling back and forth on Mu Xun's lips, and pressed the back of his head against the customer, in case Mu Xun, who couldn't resist the attack, wanted to run away.

"Hmm..." Mu Xun wanted to push him away, but found that he was limp all over for some reason, unable to lift his strength at all, and the few punches he threw on Qi Zhijie seemed to be flirting with him.

Qi Zhijie was not satisfied with his lips, the lips ran all the way down his jaw, leaving little red marks on his tender neck.

After being kissed, Mu Xun snorted and hung limply on his body like a little fox.

He had never seen such a soft side of Mu Xun. Hearing his groan, he couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple up and down. He pressed him against the door with one hand, and started to unbutton his clothes with the other.

The author says:

Never mind, just want to hun ha ha ha ha ha

Why do I think of my sister, you are my only sister, I'm sorry, I'm guilty