Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Listening to his words, Qi Zhijie paused.

Uncle Fang walked up to him with two bodyguards: "Master, please go back."

"Old man, do you really want to do this?" Qi Zhijie didn't look back at Ji Menghua, the low air pressure all over his body made the surrounding air several degrees colder.

"Consider it at home for a few days."

Qi Zhijie knew that he couldn't do it by force, so he had to give up and go back to the room.

It's just that he doesn't eat, ignores people, and just shuts himself in the room.

Ji Zhilun, who participated in this scam, was very guilty and scared. He stood at the door of the room with a meal and begged Qi Zhijie: "Brother, why don't you eat something..."

There was no sound in the room, Ji Zhilun knocked on the door a few times and didn't dare to knock again: "Then I put the food at the door, brother remember to eat."

Qi Zhijie sat on the small sofa in the room, the moonlight spilled into the bedroom through the apricot gauze curtain, he raised his eyes, it was the boundless moonlight, it was boundless loneliness.

Fortunately, his mobile phone was not confiscated, so he called Ji Shu first, told himself that he was trapped at home now, and told her that Mu Xun was leaving the day after tomorrow.

Ji Shu angrily scolded Ji Menghua: "Your grandfather is really getting older and more confused. I'm booking the earliest plane to come back now. Don't worry." She just came to Europe with her friends for a few days. Something like this will happen.

"Mom, I don't know if I can keep him if I go back" He really didn't know.

"Mom doesn't know, but if you don't go back, you won't be able to keep him." Ji Shu's tone was gentle, "Zhijie, mom only hopes that you can take your hard-won freedom and move forward bravely. "

In her life, because she didn't have such courage, she became a tool for family bonding, so she lived under the shadow of Qi Ke for a long time. She didn't want her only son to be like herself, regretting for a moment because of hesitation .

Qi Zhijie held the phone and remained silent for a long time.

Ji Shu's words, the moonlight outside the window.

His heart has never been so clear as it is now.

He can be sure that he can't do it, he can't let Mu Xun go, maybe he is such a selfish person, if he fulfills the set of letting go, go to hell.

He really couldn't accept Mu Xun leaving him.

"Mom, thank you."

Mu Xun didn't know that Qi Zhijie was no longer in Manhe, he just thought it was the old man running away again.

He was worrying about how to finish the farewell drama he had prepared, when he received a call from a man.

He was not in a hurry to connect, and deliberately waited for more than ten seconds, and then connected after lowering his voice, but did not speak first.

The other end of the phone was not in a hurry to speak, and it took a few seconds before a familiar male voice came: "Hello."

"What are you doing?" Mu Xun bit his lip, pretending to be impatient.

"Can you not go to Hokkaido?" Qi Zhijie swallowed nervously, wanting to hear Mu Xun's answer, but afraid of hearing his answer.

"why?"

"Because I love you, I can't bear you." For some reason, after saying this, Qi Zhijie's ears and even his neck began to turn red, "Hey, can you try to like me again."

Because I love you, I can't bear you.

Mu Xun knew that he had succeeded more than half, but he couldn't just agree.

He suppressed a smile, still pressing his throat: "Hey, do you know what it means not to wait after the expiration date?"

He deliberately said only half a sentence first.

This undoubtedly made Qi Zhijie's heart flutter, and it undoubtedly made his heart fall into the ice river of thousands of miles.

"The plane at two o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow will not be waiting after the deadline." After Mu Xun finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

Only Qi Zhijie on the other end of the phone was left holding the phone, and his brain went down for several seconds because he couldn't respond to this sentence.

Mu Xun said, tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, there will be no waiting after the due date.

It's tomorrow, he still has a chance.

Obviously there were only thirteen characters in this sentence, but he had to repeat and dissect it no less than thirty times.

He is going to find Mu Xun.

This is his last chance.

It's just that he didn't expect his flight to be tomorrow, which means that Qi Zhijie has no time to wait for Ji Shu to come back to rescue himself, and he has to fly to Manhe before two o'clock tomorrow.

His bedroom was on the fourth floor of the house. It was obviously too risky to jump from the window. Although he would not die, he might become disabled. Besides, there were people standing guard at the gate 24 hours a day.

The probability of success in stealing is zero.

After thinking about it, he decided to leave in an open and above board manner.

He opened the bedroom door that was locked by himself, and walked out hurriedly.

In the stairwell, he was stopped by the bodyguard guarding him: "Sir, you can't go downstairs without Mr. Qi's permission."

Qi Zhijie stared coldly and didn't even look at him: "Get out of the way."

"gentlemen......"

"Don't make me say it a second time."

In terms of aura, Qi Zhijie has indeed inherited Ji Menghua, always inexplicably making people dare not refute, subconsciously making people want to surrender.

For example, the little bodyguard in front of me was scared all of a sudden.

Qi Zhijie went downstairs smoothly, but was stopped by Uncle Fang who was leading someone in front of the main hall door: "Master, you can't leave."

"Uncle Fang, I have to leave today."

He made too much noise, Ji Menghua who was upstairs walked down slowly on crutches: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to go back." Qi Zhijie turned around, raised his eyes and stared straight at the old man who came down the stairs.

"Where are you going back? This is your home." The old man staggered down, limping on one leg.

In fact, sometimes, Qi Zhijie would feel that Ji Menghua is also a pitiful person. He has been devoured and squeezed out of his life because of his surname Ji and because of this family. Even his broken leg is Because the other family calculated a car accident and fell lame.

"I think you are confused." The old man's tone was full of severe reproach.

Qi Zhijie softened his expression: "No, I have never been so sober as I am now, old man, I am going to find him, I must go to him." He has never been so firm as now, "I know you will say What, you told me not to forget my identity, but I don't want such an identity, I don't want these, I just want him."

Such an excited and undisguised confession of Mu Xun's words would of course anger Ji Menghua.

The grandson who I regard as the future successor, who has been sensible and stable since childhood, does things impeccably, and is respectful to him.

Now standing in front of me, I said that I don't want to be a successor, I just want to talk about love.

The object of this love affair is still a man.

This is simply a big joke.

He threw the crutch in his hand on the ground vigorously, and the crutch collided with the marble floor, making a piercing sound: "Presumptuous, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"This is not nonsense, I don't want this identity anymore, I just want..." Before he could finish his words, his calf was slammed by the crutch, and he couldn't stabilize his figure for a moment. Kneel down.

Knees hit the floor with a dull sound.

"Qi Zhijie, don't challenge my patience." The old man tightly held the crutch in his hand, with sullen tone in his tone.

"I'm not challenging you, I'm just telling you that I fell in love with a man, I love him very much, and I'm willing to give up everything for him." Qi Zhijie still looked straight at Ji Menghua with those peach blossom eyes, with a tough attitude .

The bodyguards, servants and housekeeper Uncle Fang couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Ji Menghua is a person who always pays attention to majesty and face. How could he not get angry when Qi Zhijie made a face in front of others like this, so he hit the kneeling man with a cane.

Again and again, heavy handed.

Qi Zhijie gritted his teeth and endured the beating in silence, his bones felt as if they were going to split from the crutches.

"Old Qi, you can't... you can't fight any more." Uncle Fang was terrified and couldn't help but stop him.

Only then did Ji Menghua have the intention to stop: "As long as you go back to your room now, I can pretend that you never came out."

"I won't go back, I want to go." As he said, he was hit on the back again, and he almost fell to the ground in pain.

"Qi Zhi Jie." Ji Menghua was completely angered.

"How many sticks you beat me, I will leave today."

The author says:

Can you get a ball ticket for your face/Wash your hands together