Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Do you still like him?

This question made Mu Xun feel very difficult.

Like it?

I like it.

But it's not like you can be together.

"I haven't thought about it yet, Dad." He said casually, trying to get rid of this difficult problem.

"That's right, you're still young, so don't worry." Mu Liangqi said, waving a brush dipped in ink in his hand, swipe and flick on the rice paper, "It doesn't matter who you like, or what you want , you just go for it, as for the rest, I’m here.”

Mu Xun looked up at Mu Liangqi, and saw that he had written the word "home" on the rice paper.

To be honest, Mu Xun always finds this word very strange.

For so many years, he didn't know how to define home, and even today, he actually doesn't know.

Mu Liangqi was very kind to him, as he said, no matter what Mu Xun wanted, he would find a way to give it.

But this kind of love makes Mu Xun a little bit at a loss.

He knew that Mu Liangqi pampered and loved him, but he always felt that the two of them never understood each other. Because of their debt, Mu Liangqi was careful with him, and because of their unfamiliarity, Mu Xun was careful with him.

Mu Xun looked at the word "family" stretched out on the rice paper, a little lost in thought: "Then...can I ask Dad for something?"

"what?"

"Come with me to see Mom." He hadn't dared to go to Qiuman's grave for a long time.

Mu Liangqi's feelings for Qiuman are even more complicated.

Because the family also wanted to benefit, he chose to abandon his old love and marry someone else. After Qiuman became pregnant, he secretly gave birth to Mu Xun, letting him know of his son's existence, but hiding Mu Xun from him. He was ashamed of Qiuman, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit of hatred.

He hated Qiuman's selfishness as much as he hated himself.

He left selfishly for his own benefit.

But Qiuman took revenge on Mu Xun as a tool of revenge because of her selfishness, but also indirectly tore Mu Xun's childhood that was supposed to be well-fed and comfortable.

Make him uprooted, make him suffer unspeakably.

"You know she didn't let me find you on purpose, do you still want to see her?"

"I don't care about these things. I just remember that she was kind to me when I was a child, and that she died because of me." The last three words are really hard to say.

Qiuman got into the car that exploded suddenly to give him rain boots.

"It's not your fault."

"It was my fault."

Because of self-blame, he rarely went to the cemetery to see Qiuman.

Mu Liangqi put down the brush in his hand, and sighed: "Xiao Xun..."

As the birthday star, Mu Xun did not feel happy on the day of the birthday party.

He went back to the room and looked at the black brocade box that he placed on the tatami mat.

It seemed like the only gift that would give him some healing today.

The night was getting darker, and it was early morning. There was a cold rain in Fudong in March, and the temperature dropped sharply.

In the morning, Mu Xun got up early, just to hold a meeting about the Antique Street project.

The prototype of the construction of the antique street has already appeared, and it is predicted that it will be completed in July this year. They have already started to attract investment.

Unexpectedly, this is also a problem.

Although Fu Dong had many antique shops, the famous ones all declined their invitations.

Mu Xunhuan was bored listening to the project team leader's report, and was surprised that Qi Zhijie didn't come today.

He softly asked his assistant Ah Mo: "Didn't you inform Mr. Qi to come to the meeting today?"

"Notice, Mr. Qi called and said he couldn't come because of a fever today." Ah Mo answered softly with his head bowed.

"Fever? Why didn't anyone tell me?" Mu Xun really said it subconsciously.

"Ah?" Ah Mo was confused, Mr. Qi had a fever and he had to report it specially... He clearly remembered that his little boss hated Mr. Qi very much.

Only then did Mu Xun feel that his words were a bit inexplicable, and he suppressed the emotions that he couldn't control just now, and calmed down: "It's okay."

After the whole meeting, Mu Xun was in a state of absent-mindedness.

With others here, my heart no longer knows where to fly.

After a long self-struggle, he still chose to call Qi Zhijie.

The three big characters Qi Laogou suddenly lit up on the screen of the mobile phone.

Annoying, he actually took the initiative to call him again.

The phone beeped for less than three seconds and was connected.

"Axun." A hoarse and dull male voice rang in his ears.

"Do you have a fever?" He squeezed his phone, trying not to look as if he cared about him.

"I am fine."

Every time he said he was fine, something was wrong.

"Is the fever gone?"

There was a series of coughing sounds on the phone.

Mu Xun frowned and pursed his lips: "Where do you live?"

"Ruhui Nanyuan Detached Building No. [-]."

"understood."

Ruhuinanyuan is the most expensive community in Fudong, and it happens to be the real estate of Lu Zhizhou's family.

When it was first built, Lu Zhizhou took him to see it, and he bought one when he had nothing to do, but he never lived in it.

Suddenly it rained heavily on the road.

When Mu Xun got out of the car to buy cold medicine, he was drenched in water.

Wearing a wet suit, he ran to the door of Qi Zhijie's house with a bag of cold medicine in his hand.

He rang the doorbell for a long time before Qi Zhijie opened the door.

It was so long that Mu Xun thought he was fainted at home.

Qi Zhijie leaned limply against the edge of the door, his eyes widened in surprise: "How did this happen?"

Mu Xun shook the rain from his hair, and handed him the cold medicine: "It rained suddenly."

"Come in and change." Qi Zhijie took the plastic bag and silently opened the door to make way.

This is Mu Xun's first visit to Qi Zhijie's home in Fudong.

The furnishings are always elegant and elegant. Compared with the quaint courtyard in Manhe, the decoration here is more modern.

"The bathroom is on your right. I'll bring you clothes and towels." Qi Zhijie walked in after him.

"Thank you." Mu Xun did not refuse, after all it was really uncomfortable to be so wet in March.

Qi Zhijie gave Qi Zhijie a clean cotton sports suit, which was one of the few youthful clothes in his "old" wardrobe that was either black or gray.

He was sitting in the living room without turning on the TV. In the not-so-small space, there was only the sound of running water from the bathroom.

He only felt dry mouth and tongue, and his body temperature was even higher.

Fortunately, Mu Xun moved very quickly, and the dreamy sound of running water soon stopped.

He came out rubbing his wet hair with a white towel.

Wearing Qizhijie clothes.

It fits well, but the trousers are a bit longer.

As soon as he came out, he saw that he was sitting on the sofa without taking medicine or resting, just sitting there stupidly looking at his own Qi Zhijie, and really wondered if he was burned out.

He casually picked up the thermometer on the coffee table and stretched it towards Qi Zhijie's head.

37.8.

"Have you taken the medicine I bought for you?" He pressed the white towel on his head with one hand, and pressed Qi Zhijie's hot forehead with the other,

His cold hand rested on the man's hot forehead.

The man shook his head as if he was burned out, like a clingy puppy, rubbing his forehead between his palms and rubbing back and forth.

The author says:

clingy old dog

齐知节:我居然买了情敌家的房子，知道真相的我连夜搬走。感谢在2022-09-0121:39:40~2022-09-0218:50:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of shrimp crackers on the way; 1 bottle of small charcoal fire with glutinous rice balls;

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