Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Mu Xun did not expect that this sequelae would be so serious.

He looked at Qi Zhijie, the man at the moment, like a child who was afraid of being abandoned, looked at him carefully and pitifully.

"Qi Zhijie." He called his name with a gentle tone.

The man gradually let go of the hand that was on his chin, but those peach blossom eyes still looked at him burning hotly.

Mu Xun grabbed Qi Zhijie's hand that had left his chin, brought it to his chest, and made his hand close to his heart

The place closest to your heart.

"Listen well, I love you, this matter has never changed." He loved Qi Zhijie for many, many years, from being blatant at the beginning to unwilling to admit it later, to now.

He has always loved him.

Qi Zhijie's palm was covering his left atrium, through the thin shirt, he could clearly feel the regular beating of the heart, beating again and again.

He swung his palms down, grabbed Mu Xun's waist, and with a little force, pressed the man tightly into his arms.

This answer undoubtedly calmed Qi Zhijie's restless heart like a quick-acting heart-saving pill.

Mu Xun said he loved him, and said that this matter has never changed.

These words echoed repeatedly in his ears, and he repeatedly confirmed them in his heart.

Mu Xun loved him.

There is nothing in the world that makes him more grateful than this.

Qi Zhijie leaned against Mu Xun, staring at his lips with lowered eyes, but he was not in a hurry to kiss, as if treating a fragile baby, he lightly touched the tip of his nose with his nose.

Mu Xun also raised his face, responding to Qi Zhijie.

The woody scent on the man's body was faint, as good as ever, but with a little more smoke.

Qi Zhijie opened his eyes slightly, looking at Mu Xun's closed eyes, slightly upturned thick eyelashes, and that soft lip.

Patience and restraint all collapsed at this moment.

His body leaned towards Mu Xun, and was about to kiss his lips, but the man in his arms suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth: "You smell like smoke, it stinks to death."

In fact, Mu Xun didn't hate the smell of cigarettes, he just said that because he didn't want Qi Zhijie to smoke all the time.

The man freed up a hand, grabbed Mu Xun's hand that was covering his mouth, lifted it up and pressed it against the wall.

"Quit immediately." He couldn't even wait for himself to finish his sentence, so he impatiently kissed Mu Xun's lips.

Soft and nice to bite.

In fact, it's not just the lips, Qi Zhijie felt that Mu Xun's whole body was limp, like a little lamb.

This is why he always likes to carve Mu Xun jade in the shape of a lamb, not only because he is a sheep, but also because he is really like a soft lamb.

Although, lambs can sometimes bite very painfully.

For example now, Mu Xun couldn't resist such a long and forceful kiss, so he bit Qi Zhijie's tongue that was wantonly sweeping in his lips with his teeth.

The man was a little bit in pain, but he didn't intend to stop, still lingering on his lips.

The temperature in the room almost rose, and Mu Xun, who was pressed against the wall, was even more flushed, and the one who was kissed could no longer tell the difference between east, west, south, and north.

Qi Zhijie began to unbutton Mu Xun's jacket, temporarily let go of his swollen mouth, and moved to his tender neck.

Panting lightly, Mu Xun leaned his neck back and let the man kiss him, his hands were not idle, and he also started to unbutton the clothes on Qi Zhijie's body.

Most of the buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, and the slightly bulging muscles under the man's clothes were faintly visible through the slightly opened fabric, which made people think about it.

"Axun." Qi Zhijie's voice became hoarse, "I love you."

He confessed to him again.

This man, who seldom expresses his feelings to him, desperately told himself as if possessed by a demon.

He loves him.

Mu Xun was a little moved, he took the initiative to hook the man's neck, raised his head and kissed him.

Qi Zhijie tightly wrapped his arms around his waist, and was about to carry him to the bed, but there were several knocks on the door at this inappropriate moment.

"Mr. Qi, Mr. Mu said that he wanted to meet you."

At this moment, the two distraught people regained a bit of sanity.

Qi Zhijie left Mu Xun's lips, but did not let go, and raised his voice: "Understood, wait a moment."

After he finished speaking, he let Mu Xun loose, and began to fasten the loose buttons in an orderly manner.

Mu Xun also started to tie the clothes on his body, going out while tying.

This made the always calm Qi Zhijie panic, stopped Mu Xun, and whispered in his ear: "How can you explain to Uncle Luo when you go out like this."

Mu Xun was puzzled: "What is there to explain?" Pulling Qi Zhijie to the door.

Qi Zhijie stood there stiffly in a daze.

Uncle Luo stood in front of the door, watching the door slowly open.

The clothes of the two people standing inside the door were not very neat, the blush on their faces had not completely faded, their mouths were red and swollen, and the atmosphere in the room was sticky.

Uncle Luo is worthy of being a person who has been through the storm with Mu Liangqi, and he was still able to greet them calmly when he saw such a scene, as if he was blind, pretending not to see it at all: "Master, you are also here ah."

"Is my dad in the study? Or in the small mansion?" Mu Xun asked, straightening his neckline.

"In the study." Uncle Luo replied with downcast eyes.

"Then I'll just take him there, and I haven't seen my dad for a long time." Before Mu Liangqi went on a business trip abroad, not long after he came back, Mu Xun returned to Manhe by himself. The father and son have been together for almost a month. We haven't seen each other, we haven't talked to each other face to face.

"Let me do it, Mr. Mu said that Mr. Qi is the only one he sees now."

Qi Zhijie listened to Uncle Luo's words, as if facing an enemy, his eyes darkened.

Mu Xun had no choice but to give up: "Then you go with Uncle Luo."

"Yeah." He replied calmly, but he had already started to lose his footing.

Uncle Luo took him down the fifth floor, passing through one corridor after another. The exhibits and decorations hung on the corridors every day were so exquisite that Qi Zhijie's picky eyes could stop at them.

Uncle Luo brought him to the door of the study and opened the door for him: "Mr. Qi, please come in."

The layout of the study is western style, mixed with some Chinese gadgets, but overall it looks like an old Republic-style study.

There are several sets of celadon on the wall that look like they were produced by Longyuan.

At first glance, it looks like an old antique that has been around for a long time.

"Can you tell what year it is?" Mu Liangqi, who was sitting on the mahogany chair, knew that he was looking at the set of celadon.

"Double handles, green glaze, gourd-shaped, fond of rhombus pattern, it should be an old thing in the Taihe period." Qi Zhijie stood where he was, and looked at it carefully.

Although it was a little far away and he couldn't see it carefully, but relying on these characteristics of porcelain, he could deduce it roughly.

"As expected of the young master of Wanbaolou, Ji Menghua's grandson." Mu Liangqi was still sitting in his seat, his expression neither gentle nor serious.

Qi Zhijie withdrew his gaze from the set of porcelain and looked at Mu Liangqi, it was rare for him to let go of his arrogance that ignored anyone, and his peach blossom eyes showed a rare humility: "I just like to study some Jade and porcelain, just understand a little superficial."

The man sitting on the chair was not in a hurry to ask him to sit down, but only looked at him with a smile that was not a smile. After about 2 minutes, he spoke again: "You and Xiao Xun are reconciled, right?"

"Ah Xun and I have always been on good terms, but there was a misunderstanding in the middle, which made you worry." His answer was official and watertight.

Listening to his words, Mu Liangqi raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that this kid was quite bureaucratic: "There is no need to answer in such a bureaucratic way, I still know something about you and Xiao Xun, so Xiao Xun still I was surprised to be able to bring you back."

Mu Liangqi didn't have a clear understanding of the matter between Mu Xun and Qi Zhijie, mainly because he was afraid that bringing up the old incident would make Mu Xun sad.

However, he knew that his son had been hurt by this relationship, and it was not lightly hurt.

"As for me, I just want my son to be happy. If he thinks he will be happy with you, I won't stop him. But, Mr. Qi, can your family allow you to fall in love freely like this?"

Mu Liangqi has always been worried about this issue. Both Ji's family and Ji Menghua are difficult and ruthless characters, and they are definitely not the ones to discuss. Moreover, with Qi Zhijie's status, he must not be able to decide his own marriage. Marriage must be linked with family interests.

Then, Qi Zhijie and Mu Xun would not be able to go on forever, and their ending would not be satisfactory.

Then, his precious son will be hurt a second time.

He will never allow anyone to hurt his little Xun again.

Qi Zhijie understood what he meant: "Don't worry, as Zehua's heir, you have to worry about these problems, but I'm just a small owner of an antique shop now, so I don't need to worry about these problems."

Mu Liangqi, who had been sitting on the chair indifferently for a long time, had some reaction at this moment, his back left the backrest, and straightened his body: "You mean...you are no longer Zehua's heir? "

"Yes, there should be rumors about Zehua after a while." Qi Zhijie nodded slightly.

"Are you willing to just hand over to others like this?" Mu Liangqi frowned slightly, a little unbelievable.

With such a position as Zehua's heir, he didn't believe that anyone would not be tempted.

Qi Zhijie also thought about this question. If he had never met Mu Xun, if he had been living in that cold city of Lanjing and never felt happiness and warmth, he would have thought about going to Mu Xun. Climbing up, thinking about holding on to the wealth and power in your hands.

After all, in such a cold city and a cold family, only with power and wealth can one have human affection and warmth.

However, the appearance of Mu Xun made him discover that some love is very pure, and does not need the blessing of external things at all, and someone will come to you firmly and tell you firmly that you are worthy of being loved.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and replied very calmly: "I am willing."

The author says:

It's been a long time waiting~ The start of classes is tight!

Today is also the random drop of small red envelopes in the comment area~