Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Many people in the huge venue focused their eyes on the open door.

Mu Xun is no exception.

A man in a gray knitted cardigan walked in slowly. His right leg seemed to be injured, and he stuttered as he walked.

Mu Xun stood 20 meters away from the gate with his wine glass in hand. When he saw that it was Qizhi Festival, his brain froze for a moment.

He had never seen Qizhi Festival in such a state of embarrassment.

The light-colored trousers on his body did not know where they were rubbed, there were several gray marks, and there was even a little blood on the knees.

Mu Xun tightly squeezed the wine glass in his hand, restraining his urge to rush up to help him.

All eyes were on Qi Zhijie, either puzzled or watching a joke.

Everyone's eyes are like this, naked. Naked without any cover.

But the man is still proud of everything, or in other words, he doesn't look at other people at all.

So even if he is limping, he still looks like a rainbow.

He only had Mu Xun in his eyes.

Wherever the eyes are, where the heart is, it is all there.

He walked up to Mu Xun, curled his lips against him, and smiled with some difficulty: "Sorry, I'm late."

Mu Xun looked at him with burning eyes, wanted to say something, but felt like a stick in his throat.

The man took out a black brocade box from his pocket and handed it to him: "Happy birthday."

The venue was extremely quiet at this moment, and everyone was staring at them.

Mu Xun looked down at the brocade box in his hand, and suddenly found that the jade wrench he made many years ago was put on his thumb again.

He raised his eyes again and looked at the man's affectionate eyes, his eyes were full of sincerity and passion.

"Thank you." In the end, he took the brocade box in his hand.

Lu Zhizhou on the side stared coldly at Qi Zhijie and the brocade box Mu Xun took over.

I can't say it, it's a little hot.

"Hiss..." Qi Zhijie let out a soft hum, his tall body suddenly became unstable, and he put his hand on Mu Xun's elbow.

Mu Xun quickly grabbed the wrist on his elbow, and whispered in the man's ear: "It hurts?"

"Well, it's a little bit, it's okay, I'll go back and deal with it." The man looked weak, and broke away from Mu Xun's grip on his hand, pretending to be strong and silently exiting.

The man hunched over and walked towards the door a hundred times harder than he had just seen.

Mu Xun frowned, looked at Qi Zhijie's fragile appearance, gritted his teeth and handed the wine glass to Lu Zhizhou.

Lu Zhizhou caught the goblet unexpectedly, and when he realized it again, Mu Xun was already supporting Qi Zhijie in front.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Qi Zhijie's mocking and complacent look back.

hateful.

Mu Xun grabbed Qi Zhijie's arm and helped him walk out in full view.

"I can do it myself."

"I'm just afraid that something will happen to you here, and you Zehua will rely on me."

Qi Zhijie held Mu Xun's hand on his arm, lowered his head and chuckled.

Mu Liangqi, who was in the distance, naturally also saw Mu Xun helping a man go away, squinted his eyes slightly, and opened his mouth to save the cold place: "Shouxing will come back when he goes, everyone, don't look forward to the autumn water here."

Everyone pursed their lips when they heard the sound, and began to exchange polite greetings with their glasses of wine.

Qi Zhijie, who broke in suddenly, also became a lubricant when there was nothing to talk about at the banquet.

Mu Xun helped Qi Zhijie into the rest room next to the banquet hall, and ordered his servants to find a doctor.

"Did you turn it in?" Mu Xun questioned him with his arms crossed.

Qi Zhijie rubbed his legs and remained silent.

"Now I know I won't talk." Mu Xun really didn't expect Qi Zhijie to do such a thing, panting heavily, "How high is that wall, are you blind and can't see it?"

The man was unusually well-behaved, or he knew he was wrong, so he kept his head down and didn't speak.

"Don't come to our Mu's house to die if you think it's too long." Mu Xun frowned, looking at Qi Zhijie who was sitting on the sofa rubbing his legs with a look of hatred.

Forget it.

It's too pitiful for her age.

He still couldn't bear it, squatted down and lifted the man's trousers up to the bleeding knee.

A long gash met his eyes, but luckily no new blood gushed out.

"Ah Xun, can you send me an invitation letter for my next birthday, I don't want to climb over the wall again." The man said, looking tenderly at Mu Xun who was squatting in front of him.

Mu Xun frowned and didn't answer him.

There was a knock on the door at this moment, it was the private doctor of the wooden house who came.

Mu Xun also heard the sound and got up from the ground, and told the doctor who was holding the medical kit some basic information: "The knee should be injured, and the ankle should be sprained."

"Okay, let me take a look." The doctor wore a mask, opened the equipment, and came over with gauze and alcohol to treat the wound.

Qi Zhijie often feels that his pain-sensing nerves are very slow, and he usually doesn't feel any small injuries on his hands, so now he doesn't feel pain when the doctor prescribes medicine for him.

But in order to win Mu Xun's sympathy, he still pretended to be in pain.

The acting is clumsy, but it works.

"Doctor, please be a little gentler." Mu Xun looked at the pained Qi Zhijie, and his heart softened again.

"There is always a little sting when disinfecting." The doctor is very innocent, he is really powerless.

Under his high-pressure supervision, the doctor dealt with the wound in fear and retreated.

"Okay, the gift has been delivered, the injury has been healed, and you can go." It's not that he is merciless, it's just that there are too many people today, and keeping Qi Zhijie will only provoke a lot of unnecessary talk. .

Hearing that he wanted to drive him away, Qi Zhijie looked at him pitifully with those peach blossom eyes: "But it still hurts."

"It's okay if it hurts, let you have a better memory." Mu Xun frowned.

The door was knocked again.

"Mu, Lao Mu always asked me to find you. It's inappropriate for you to be absent from your birthday party."

It was Lu Zhizhou's voice.

"Okay, I'll come right away." Mu Xun responded, then turned his head to Qi Zhijie and said, "I'll get someone to send you back."

He said, opened the door and went out.

Don't listen to what Qi Zhijie has to say.

I'm afraid I won't be able to get out once I hear it.

As soon as he went back, many people came up and asked him about Qi Zhijie seemingly unintentionally.

I don't know if Qi Zhijie deliberately concealed it, but few people like Fu Dong know that he is Zehua's prince.

But it is also a wise choice not to let others know, otherwise, how could he be so full every day to bother Mu Xun.

Among those who were curious about Qi Zhijie's identity, Lu Zhizhou ranked first.

He felt that it was necessary for him to understand this old man in all aspects.

For some unknown reason, he always felt that Qi Zhijie was his biggest threat.

"Just treat him as a small boss." Chen Si only told him that.

Telling him that Qi Zhijie is Zehua's prince, the pressure of competition is too great.

Lu Zhizhou shook his head: "It's not like, where does a small boss come from such an aura."

Even if he is limping and embarrassed, he still looks supercilious.

Where is the aura that the little boss can cultivate.

Chen Si pursed his lips and wanted to praise him for his good eyesight.

The subtle expression on his face was fully seen by Lu Zhizhou, his expression changed and he asked Chen Si: "Do you know something, tell me quickly."

"How can I know anything?" Chen Si avoided his gaze.

Lu Zhizhou frowned: "If you don't say yes, then I won't ask my brother to give you the wine cellar over Tianhe."

"Don't, don't, don't... let me tell you." Chen Si hurriedly said, "Qi Zhijie is actually Zehua's... the crown prince."

"Zehua? That Zehua from Lanjing?"

"Which one else can there be?"

After listening to Chen Si's words, Lu Zhizhou was silent for a while, looking at Mu Xun who was chatting with others not far away, his tone was unusually calm: "So what about Zehua's prince, I, Lu Zhizhou, will still fuck him."

The birthday was coming to an end under the sultry night, Mu Xun dragged his tired body to see off the guests, and finally he was able to treat himself well by himself.

Today, the gifts he received should be able to fill up a small warehouse again. Many gifts may have been wrapped and sent into the warehouse, and no one has ever opened the delicate packaging.

Only the black brocade box given by Qi Zhijie, he and Mu Xun participated in the whole birthday party, and went back to the room with him.

He finally had time to see what it was.

He opens.

I saw a ruby ​​carved seal placed in the soft interlayer and the jade pendant he just returned to Qi Zhijie a few days ago.

The shape of the ruby ​​carved seal was similar to the one he saw in the wood hunting house, the difference was that the materials used were more expensive and rare.

It is a rare Hetian red jade species.

It is even more rare to be able to make an engraved seal with the thickness of the index finger and the length of the thumb.

There is also a note in the brocade box with a congratulatory message written on it.

Only six short words:

Happy birthday, Axun.

Mu Xun watched all this before him, and fell into a long silence.

until the door was knocked.

It was Ah Huai: "Young master, sir asked you to go to the study."

"Okay." He put the things back into the brocade box, regained his scattered thoughts, and went to the study.

Mu Liangqi was studying ink in the study at that time, and when he saw Mu Xun coming, he was still turning the Huimo ink stick in his hand.

"Dad, you are looking for me."

"Dad wants to ask you something."

"Tell me." Mu Xun casually sat down on the mahogany chair in the study.

"The man you helped to leave today is called Qi Zhijie, right?" Mu Liangqi slowly stopped grinding, raised his eyes and asked Mu Xun.

Mu Xun just took a cup of Biluochun brewed on the chopping board and planned to drink some, but was stopped by this question: "How do you know, you also heard gossip at the banquet just now, right?"

"I know a lot. I also know that he took the picture of Lianhua Zun. I also know that he was the one you got in Manhe three years ago."

Mu Xun blinked his eyes, trying to get away with it: "You went to check it out."

"Your matter is the first and most important matter in my eyes. Of course I have to investigate." Mu Liangqi said, randomly picked up a writing brush hanging on the chopping board, dipped it in the ink on the inkstone, " Although it is Ji Menghua's grandson, but at this age, I always feel that I am not good enough for you."

What's more, for an old man like Ji Menghua and the stubborn Ji family, he doesn't want his precious son to deal with these people: "Tell Dad, what do you think now? Do you still like him?"

The author says:

Do you still like him~ What a difficult question