Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Mu Xun's culinary skills have always been poor, and He Jing complained about his poor cooking skills, saying that he could teach Mu Xun everything except cooking.

So when Qi Zhijie said it was delicious, Mu Xun's eyes lit up.

"Really? Then I'll try it too." As he spoke, he wanted to take a sip from the insulated food box containing rib soup on the small table, but Qi Zhijie held down his hand.

"No, make it for me to drink." If you drink it for Mu Xun, you will be exposed.

The man snatched the food box, raised his head and suffocated.

Salty, salty.

He didn't know why he didn't dare to let Mu Xun know that the soup was actually hard to swallow, probably because he was afraid of dampening the kid's enthusiasm for cooking.

Seeing him like this, Mu Xun really thought that his cooking skills were too good, this old guy has learned how to protect food, and he was just being silly all day long.

Every day after that, he cooked soup for Qi Zhijie in different ways, such as crucian carp soup, pork belly soup, dangshen and black-bone chicken soup...

Undrinkable without exception.

Knowing what to do with Energy Conservation, Qi could only drink it down under his expectant eyes.

Fortunately, his injuries were not serious, and the bruises on his back gradually improved after a few days of rest.

The dusk that day was particularly beautiful, with pink clouds.

Qi Zhijie, who had been bored in the ward for several days, begged Mu Xun to take him out of the ward.

They walked in the small garden at the back door of the hospital. There were many flowers blooming in this path that no one cared about. The evening wind blew up the corner of Qi Zhijie's striped hospital gown.

Mu Xun supported him, and the two walked along the path.

The man was injured and couldn't walk fast, so his steps faltered slightly. Mu Xun supported him, feeling as if he had lived a life many years ahead of time.

A silver-haired couple passed by them, an old woman was pushing a wheelchair, and a thin old man was sitting on it.

"I made pork rib soup for you at night, I push you to go back and drink it..."

The old grandma passed by them, and this sentence reached the ears of the two of them inadvertently.

Rib soup... Qi Zhijie's subconscious nervousness.

"Qizhi Festival..."

Mu Xun, who was supporting him, just opened his mouth at this moment.

Qi Zhijie swallowed, afraid that he would tell him to go back and give him pork rib soup.

"You are so much older than me, I will definitely push you like this in the future... I am at a disadvantage." He is now 25, and Qi Zhijie is 7 years older than himself. desolate.

Qi Zhijie's brow broke out in a cold sweat, but he choked up for a moment when he said such a word.

Forget it, thinking he is old is better than letting him drink pork rib soup: "Then I will fight for it, try to die neatly, and don't let anyone take care of that."

Now Mu Xun choked up, as expected of Qi Zhijie, he could always say something beyond his expectations: "Can't you strive for a long life and live longer than me?"

"A little difficult."

"..."

"But of course I want to grow old with you."

"You have white hair now." Mu Xun raised his eyebrows and looked up at his head.

"...I'm 32, not 42." Qi Zhijie was speechless.

"There will be some at the age of 32, such as premature aging..." Mu Xun did it on purpose.

The corners of the mouth couldn't help but want to rise.

Qi Zhijie pursed his lips: "Can you expect me to order something better?"

Mu Xun supported his elbow, lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Of course I also want to grow old with you."

Of course I also want to grow old with you

The pink clouds will be taken away by the night, but love will bloom in countless nights.

After being devastated by Mu Xun's eighth bowl of soup, Qi Zhijie finally recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

Mu Xun sent him back to Ruhui South Garden to recuperate, and Qi Zhijie just found out that Ruhui South Garden is Lu's real estate, so he couldn't respond for a while.

The old vinegar was overturned again inexplicably.

He sat in the car sullenly and didn't speak.

Mu Xun thought it was the injury on his back that hurt again, so he was worried: "Does it hurt again?"

The man shook his head, and suddenly took Mu Xun's hand: "A Xun."

"Ok?"

"I want to find a wooden house to live in, and people can live upstairs."

"Why? Are you worried about looking for a wooden house? Don't worry, I will look after it for you." He still doesn't know that Qi Zhijie is a fluff, who can make up for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

"No, I don't want to live there." When he thought of Lu Zhizhou's house, he couldn't cope.

It will be put up for sale tomorrow!

"Why?" Mu Xun looked at him a little puzzled. No matter the location or the decoration of that house, it should be hard to find a second one in Fudongli. Except that it is not so clean, there is almost no thorn in it.

Qi Zhijie dodged Mu Xun's gaze, a bit speechless, always felt that this would make him appear too small-minded.

After a while, he answered vaguely: "Ruhui Nanyuan belongs to the Lu family."

Mu Xun suddenly realized and laughed out loud: "So you can't live?"

"No, I'm allergic to Lu's." It can be seen.Qi Zhijie really minded.

After all, the image of Mu Xun holding Lu Zhizhou's hand has almost become a shadow in Qi Zhijie's heart.

"But did you live in the attic of the Chalet?"

"Then... live in your place?"

Mu Xun frowned slightly, suspecting that this guy was trying to trick him.

"Did you see Tuqiongdao? Qi Zhijie." He raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest.

The man clenched his hand tightly, staring at Mu Xun with those peach blossom eyes as if looking at prey, and the brows of his sword-like eyebrows raised slightly: "That's right."

"Okay." Mu Xun nodded, "Xiao Zhang, go back to the wooden house."

"Wooden house?" Qi Zhijie thought that Mu Xun would arrange for him to live in another apartment, but unexpectedly brought him back to the wooden house.

"What, are you afraid?"

"No."

He Qi knew what Jie was afraid of, it was a joke.

Well, when Mu Xun led himself to stand in front of the gate of the wooden house, he admitted that he was a little panicked.

The first time he entered the wooden house openly and aboveboard, he was a little uncomfortable.

The housekeeper Uncle Luo greeted them at the door: "Master, you are back, this is..."

"This is my friend, stay for a few days, Uncle Luo, please make arrangements." Mu Xun replied.

Uncle Luo bent down: "Okay, can I arrange the guest room on the west side of the fifth floor?"

"Arrange it in the one with the tea room on the east side."

"it is good."

In the conversation between Mu Xun and the housekeeper, Qi Zhijie only heard two words, that is "friend".

Friends again.

He understands that this is after all in the wooden house, and Mu Xun may have other concerns to say this, but he still can't help thinking about it, and he can't help but think of the time when Mu Xun lied to himself and wanted to take revenge on himself, and he did the same with others. Introduce yourself.

He is really afraid, afraid of history repeating itself.

"I'll just take him up there." Mu Xun didn't notice the lost look of Qi Zhijie beside him, and explained to Uncle Luo, "Let someone clean it up."

"Ok."

Mu Xun took Qi Zhijie upstairs.

Compared with Ji's house, the main house of the wooden house shows more age.

The Mu family rose during the generation of Mu Liangqi's grandfather. After several generations of ups and downs, the foundation was laid. The wooden house is much older than Mu Liangqi's. Coupled with years of renovation and repairs, the scale is huge. , the facilities are also perfect.

Now Ji's house in Lanjing was just moved in by Ji's family in the past two years, and the place where Ji Menghua lived before was abandoned because of bad Feng Shui.

Qi Zhijie followed Mu Xun upstairs, and took a look at the decorative paintings hanging in front of the corridor, most of them were Western paintings, and they were all authentic works.

Mu Xun brought him to the door of the guest room and opened the door for him: "There is a tea room in this guest room, I guess you will like it."

The decoration of the room is simple but reveals elegance, which is different from the overall western-style decoration of the wooden house. In this room, there are four treasures of the study, calligraphy and paintings of flowers, birds, fish and insects, and various furniture made of mahogany.

This room was originally reserved for older famous jade masters, because the Mu family cooperates with such famous masters every year.

Qi Zhijie really likes it, especially the ink painting of pine and bamboo on the wall, it can be seen from the hand of the famous artist He Wen at first glance, the blank space is so exquisite.

Mu Xun followed his gaze and looked over: "He asked, I found it after searching for a long time." Then, he pointed to the partition on the side of the room: "That's the tea room."

"Which floor is your bedroom on?" the man asked in a natural way.

"What are you doing?" Mu Xun silently stepped back a few steps to keep distance from him.

Seeing this, the man deliberately leaned towards him: "Guess."

"The second room on the east side of the sixth floor, my dad's room is the fifth room, I guess you can't do anything you want to do." His room is indeed the second room on the east side of the sixth floor, Mu Liangqi's The room is indeed the fifth, but he likes to be clean, so he slept in the small western-style building in the backyard that he moved to not long ago.

Mu Xun provocatively challenged him triumphantly, as if he had a winning ticket in his hands.

The man's expression darkened slightly, and his leaning body rushed towards him.

Mu Xun had nowhere to hide, and was forced under the white wall where He Wen's bamboo ink painting hung.

Qi Zhijie clung to him tightly, his breathing and heartbeat could be clearly felt by Mu Xun.

The room with a constant temperature of 26 degrees Celsius became extremely hot in an instant.

"In this case, it should be more convenient to be here." The man's peach blossom eyes stared at him tightly, full of aggression in the scorching heat.

Mu Xun shrank towards the wall subconsciously, and lowered his eyes not daring to look at him: "You...why are you like this."

He forgot that he could take advantage of such loopholes.

"Axun, look at me." The man's voice was hoarse.

"What are you doing?" He didn't dare to look into his peach eyes.

Those peach blossom eyes are so seductive, every time he can't help but fall.

Qi Zhijie raised his hand and raised his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.

Those fox eyes are always so clear and clean, so that he repeated the same mistakes many times and was defeated by Mu Xun: "Axun, you...you love me, right."

He was not sure, or he was too scared: "this time, you are not lying to me, are you?"

He asked, asking carefully, his heartbeat started to go out of rhythm.

The author says:

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