Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

He looked at the man in surprise, and felt that it had been a long time since he heard such "honorific words" from his mouth, and then he turned his eyes to the bar counter: "Oh, he, the second son of Chen's Winery Handle—Chen Si, what's wrong?"

Qi Zhijie stared at the salty pig's hand on Mu Xun's shoulder, and he was still touching Mu Xun's shoulder.

"You messed with me." The man's tone was too gloomy, and Meng Xiangbei was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe out.

Chen Si at this end always felt that the heating in the bar was out of order. Otherwise, why would he always feel gloomy, or the sullen Mu Xun around him made the surrounding air cold: "Be happy, it's such a lively place."

In fact, it's not that he's unhappy, he just feels a little unlucky that he can run into Qi Zhijie everywhere.

He smothered his head and took a sip of the special cocktail, showing his bright canine teeth and smiled: "Yeah, it's such a lively place, let's go and play dice, and you can see how I drink today."

Qi Zhijie couldn't stand it anymore, and was about to walk over and pat the hand that was groping on Mu Xun's shoulder, but at this moment, the little bald head brought a few men over to stop him, insisting on talking to him Curio items.

When he finished dealing with it, Mu Xun by the bar had disappeared.

He had to look for someone all over the bar, but he found him easily.

Even though the bar is full of people when it opens today, there are not many people who can wear clothes like peacocks and play rock-paper-scissors on the booth sofa.

That's right, Mu Xun got drunk, and frantically danced on the sofa in the booth to drink with the handsome guy.

His eyes were blurred after drinking, and the handsome guy's face was also doubled. Chen Si was worried that he would fall off. Complaint: "Ancestor... Ancestor, can you come down?"

"Muxun, get down here." The man in a formal suit outside the booth said sharply, his expression and tone were very similar to the director of the teaching department who stood at the door when he was a student and was about to lecture others.

Everyone turned their faces to look at him, and somehow became nervous for no reason.

Standing on the cushioned sofa, Mu Xun staggered, turned sideways to look at Qi Zhijie, he couldn't see clearly, all he knew was that someone dared to attack him: "Who are you, I can stand wherever I like... "Before he finished speaking, his body flew into the air, and the sky spun in front of his eyes. His head went from wanting to look up to the sky to being picked up like an onion and carried upside down on his shoulders, "You...you let me go Up...down...down!"

The man spoke vaguely and nonsensically. The man who was carrying him didn't answer, and carried him outside.

Chen Si had never seen anyone who dared to take Mu Xun's face like this before. He stared at the man who walked in with wide eyes, only to realize that it was the handsome Gongwen man just now.

He chased him out and called to stop the man: "That... friend, where are you taking him?"

Not to mention turning around to reply, the man didn't even stop.

Chen Si had never seen such an obtrusive person before. He just wanted to go up and argue but was stopped by the hotel owner who greeted them at the door just now: "Brother, don't worry, what can happen to Mr. Mu in Fudong, right?"

Meng Xiangbei was afraid that this frizzy young man would offend Qi Zhijie, the great Buddha, and ran over to save him.

"Who is this person?" Isn't he just an old man with a briefcase, Chen Si frowned, "I, Chen Si, grew up so..." I have never been angry like this.

"Look for the owner of the cabin."

"Isn't he just the owner of a broken antique shop, what is he pulling...my lord..."

"The prince of Zehua Group."

"Ze...Zehua Group? That Zehua?" Chen Si looked up at Meng Xiangbei, his pupils trembling in shock.

Meng Xiangbei nodded.

"Then...then I don't have to worry about Mu Xun." The corners of his mouth twitched, looking at Gongwennan who had already gone away.

Well, no one dares to mess with one in Fudong, and the other should be able to walk sideways in the north and south of the river.

He can't afford to mess with anyone, so just shut up.

It was snowing again on the street, and the sudden drop in temperature outside the bar and the cold wind piercing the face like needles stimulated Mu Xun, who was unconscious, and made his paralyzed nerves sober for a few minutes.

Under his unremitting struggle, Qi Zhijie finally returned his legs to the earth. Unfortunately, his legs were weak all the time. He didn't admit that it was caused by alcohol. It must be because he didn't Wear long johns.

Because of the weakness of his legs and the invasion of the sub-zero temperature, he had no choice but to condescendingly grab the arm of the man next to him to borrow strength, so as not to crumble.

When the man saw that he was freezing, he was angry and worried. He took off his suit jacket, which was not too expensive, and wrapped it around his body, and dragged him to the side of the car.

In Qi Zhijie's car, the man turned up the heat to the highest level, and unscrewed the thermos bottle he put in the car.

There is warm wolfberry water in it: "Drink it."

The wolfberry water is hot, but his tone is cold.

Mu Xun was so cold that he took a sip from the thermos with shaking hands, then nestled in the passenger seat and dared not speak.

He didn't know what he was guilty of, why should he be guilty of Qi Zhijie.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became a little more stubborn, straightened his back, twisted his stainless steel thermos bottle and put it back: "I have a car to go back by myself."

"you've been drinking."

"I have a driver." As he spoke, he raised his hand to open the door, but found that the door was locked.

"I'll see you off." The man said in a tone of discussion, but in fact he had already started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

Mu Xun frowned, holding back his anger, the air was mixed with his familiar yet unfamiliar cologne scent, which was the smell of Qi Zhijie.

He looked at the man driving the car in front of him and smelled the familiar smell on his body, as if he had returned to three years ago.

"Old Qi, can you step on the gas pedal and take me for a ride like in the TV series?"

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

As if they had never been apart.

The more this made him feel more in a trance, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"Mr. Qi."

"Can you stop calling me that, Axun." Qi Zhijie gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Then what should I call you, ex-boyfriend?" Mu Xun sneered.

The car just stopped in front of a red light, and the man turned his head to ask him, his peachy eyes looked straight at him, as if mustering up a lot of courage: "So, the man at the bar is your current boyfriend, isn't he? "

Although Mu Xun was almost awake, he couldn't figure out who he was talking about, but he thought it would be good to rub the man's spirit, so he agreed casually: "Yes."

Qi Zhijie's face completely darkened, and he turned his head to look at the countdown red light.

How should I put it, no matter how warm the heater is, he was frightened into cold air.

When the green light came on, Mu Xun felt his body leaning backward suddenly due to inertia, and the green plants on both sides of the car window retreated rapidly, quickly leaving afterimages in front of his eyes.

This old man is really getting older and off-road, and he has learned how to drag racing.

"Qi Zhijie, didn't you say that the driving is irregular and the relatives are crying?" Mu Xun gripped the handle of the roof tightly in fright.

"You won't cry for me."

The author says:

good night