Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Mu Xun had rarely seen such a coquettish Qi Zhijie, and he suspected that he was really confused.

He was about to go to the kitchen to get hot water for cold medicine, but Qi Zhijie took a quick step and pressed his hand that was trying to escape.

"I'm going to make some medicine."

"Okay." After confirming that Mu Xun would not leave, he let go of his doubts.

Mu Xun brought the soaked cold spirit to Qi Zhijie, and ordered him: "Drink it while it's hot."

"It's so bitter and hot." The man pursed his lips, as delicate as a child.

Mu Xun frowned slightly, pursed his lips and blew on the black medicine in the celadon cup.

When he was blowing the medicine, he didn't know who called Qi Zhijie.

The man picked it up, and after a few seconds, he changed his dying look and said loudly, "I paid the deposit, are you talking about this with me?"

Mu Xun heard the sound and raised his eyes to look at him.

The man was like a fox whose tail was accidentally exposed, and hurriedly tried to hide the tail. He coughed several times and lowered his voice: "I'll call you back later."

Immediately afterwards, he cut off the phone, still coughing dryly.

It's a pity that Mu Xun has seen through these tricks.

Mu Xun put down the cup in his hand, threw it on the table with some force, and sprinkled some of the soup inside: "Drink."

The man dodged his eyes, but still felt that there was nowhere to hide, so he obediently picked up the cup and drank the slightly bitter cold spirit inside.

"Qi Zhijie, you really have a lot of tricks." Standing aside, Mu Xun mocked him.

The man put down the empty cup, and smiled shamelessly at Mu Xun: "As long as A Xun is willing to talk to me, there are not too many tricks."

"..." Speechlessness is sometimes Mu Xun's most powerful counterattack when he responds to some of his sassy words, "Since you have nothing serious, I'll talk to you about the business."

"Business? Didn't you come to see me specially?"

"Don't put gold on your face." Mu Xun went over without hesitation, "One of the problems reflected in today's meeting is that no merchants are willing to enter the antique street, and those who are interested are small shops, which can't bring any customers at all. .”

The topic changed too quickly, and Qi Zhijie, who was still feverish, admitted that he couldn't react for a while.

I felt a little lost in my heart, and Mu Xun didn't come here just because he was worried about him.

But after thinking about it, I feel that it doesn't matter what he is for.

As long as Mu Xun is willing to come, it will be fine.

"It's normal for them to be unwilling to come. They have regular customers and sources of goods, so why do they want to change places?"

"I didn't get soaked like this to hear what you said here." Mu Xun curled his lips.

The man leaned back on the sofa, twisting his neck to relax: "List out the conditions and benefits and tell them one by one, and focus on the prestige ones. As long as they don't reject them, others won't reject them either."

Prestige.

When it comes to the prestigious Mu Xun, only Wanbao Building can come to mind.

He cleared his throat: "Wanbao Building has had one in Lanjing for so many years, don't you consider setting up another one in other places?"

Qi Zhijie knew that the kid had already set his mind on Wanbaolou: "It's basically impossible."

The current prestige and status of Wanbaolou is no longer just a simple antique shop. As long as it stands in Lanjing as it is, it will be a palace in the eyes of all antique industry and antique lovers.

Only this one, unique, is the best state of Wanbao Building.

"Which one else? Your log cabin?" Mu Xun felt a little dejected after hearing his words.

Qi Zhijie shook his head: "Fu Dong, who I just came this year, can't be considered a veteran, not to mention that I don't deal with those people in the guild. When they see me, they will probably only hate me for stealing their business." He rested the back of his head on the back seat of the sofa, and turned to look at Mu Xun who was sitting on his right hand frowning, "Look for Ze Shixuan's boss, Zhu Huan, as long as he is willing to come, this problem will be solved. "

Mu Xun had heard of this person, and he was quite famous in Fudong Antiques, but he lived in seclusion all the year round, so he only heard his name but never saw him.

Having said so much, Qi Zhijie really felt that his throat was going to burn dry, and coughed several times.

It's a pity that Mu Xun didn't feel pity for him anymore, he just thought he was pretending again.

"Axun... pour me some water."

"I don't have hands?" Mu Xun folded his arms around his chest, as if watching him perform.

Qi Zhijie knew that he didn't believe in himself.

Sure enough, you can lie, but you must never reveal your secrets.

Otherwise, the loss outweighs the gain.

Finally, he coughed and went down to pour water himself.

There are many sequelae left by climbing over the wall that day, including lameness, including the current fever caused by knee inflammation, and Meng Xiangbei came to the house specially to laugh at him after hearing the news yesterday.

Looking at the way Mu Xun watched the play with his arms around his chest, he suddenly felt that he had made a mistake.

Mu Xun dried his hair and was ready to leave, but Qi Zhijie insisted on dragging him, not letting him go, saying that his leg hurts and that he had a headache.

He tested the man's forehead again with a thermometer, and it was true that he still had a fever.

"You said you, you still do these extreme challenges at a long age, if you don't get sick, whoever gets sick." Mu Xun scolded him.

But Qi Zhijie seemed very happy, listening to his scolding with a smile.

At that time, Lu Zhizhou called and interrupted Mu Xun's output.

Qi Zhijie's face darkened, he didn't know who Mu Xun was talking to on the phone, but simply because his hard-won time alone with him was interrupted, he didn't look good.

He took the opportunity to sit next to Mu Xun, and pretended to hand him water, but in fact it was to shorten the distance with the man.

Mu Xun took the water and asked him where he was on the other end of the phone.

"The real estate your family built a few years ago."

"There are so many properties in my house, which one do you say?"

"Ruhui South Garden."

"What are you doing there?"

Mu Xun took a sip of his tea, and subconsciously glanced at Qi Zhijie: "Nothing, come here to see someone."

"Meet you? How about I take you to a new Japanese restaurant in Fudong?"

Qi Zhijie heard it, and deliberately said: "Axun, your dirty clothes are still in the washing machine, and you probably won't be able to dry them today."

He deliberately leaned close to the phone to say so.

These words are too ambiguous, making people fantasize.

Lu Zhizhou heard it naturally, and asked anxiously: "What clothes? How did you get your clothes dirty?"

Mu Xun glared at Qi Zhijie, warning him not to talk nonsense.

However, Qi Zhijie has never understood what it means to accept as soon as he sees it.

Half of his body was leaning towards Mu Xun, and the smell of cologne on his body and the fever came to the man together: "Why are you looking at me like this? Did I say something wrong?"

Mu Xun shrank back to the corner in a daze, unable to retreat, Lu Zhizhou on the other end of the phone went mad with anger, but did not respond.

Qi Zhijie thought he was noisy, so he bewitched Mu Xun with his peach eyes, and at the same time reached out and hung up the phone in Mu Xun's hand.

The author says:

I haven’t had any cutie bubbling lately and I’ve posted them, it’s me who broke down/crying