Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Mu Liangqi got up slowly from the chair, turned his back to look at the set of porcelain vases from the Taihe Period: "Since that's the case, you can live here with peace of mind."

The moonlight streamed in through the colorful glass windows, Qi Zhijie finally relaxed after listening to Mu Liangqi's words.

"Thank you uncle for your hospitality."

"En." Mu Liangqi actually didn't fully believe Qi Zhijie's words.

He knows Qi Zhijie's means in the mall, and he also knows that in a place like Ji's family, he can win the position of heir, which shows that the city is scheming.

Fortunately, it's in Fu Dongli now, or under his nose, so he won't be defenseless.

After Qi Zhijie left, Mu Liangqi told Uncle Luo: "Go and ask Lanjing if Zehua has really changed to the top management."

"Yes."

After passing Mu Liangqi's test, Qi Zhijie really felt at ease and ate soft meals in Mu Zhai.

I don't know how much more leisure than Mu Xun, a little wood.

Mu Liangqi has recently delegated a lot of power to Mu Xun, and the board of directors is also keeping a close eye on Mu Xun.

Even though the two live together, they rarely see each other. Qi Zhijie gets up at 07:30 every morning for a morning run, while Mu Xun goes to the company at [-]:[-] every morning, and will come back in the evening or night.

Qi Zhijie was busy handing over his position and some projects in the Zehua branch in the past two days, but Ji Zhilun uncharacteristically did not refuse, and obediently let him go.

"Brother, how is your injury...does it matter?" Since that night, Ji Zhilun has never seen Qi Zhijie again, let alone met, and he didn't even make a phone call. .

"I'm not standing here properly." The man had no expression on his face, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyes. He lowered his eyes and sorted out his personal items on the table. "From now on, everything here will be handed over to you."

As he spoke, he picked up the cardboard boxes containing all kinds of odds and ends and walked out.

Ji Zhilun looked at his back and bit his lip: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Qi Zhijie paused slightly, but did not reply.

"I... I may not have understood why you insisted on leaving before, but now I seem to understand a little bit. I think I was too scared. I thought it would be great if I could keep you, brother." He wholeheartedly wanted to keep Qi Zhijie in Ji's house and stay in Zehua. In fact, he had selfish intentions. After all, if Qi Zhijie left and the position of heir was vacant, the members of Ji's family would definitely fight for it. , he will also have to fight, but no matter who is the best to climb up, it will be a bloodbath.

He is afraid.

He was afraid that he climbed up by himself, and he was even more afraid that it was not himself.

"Zhilun, you have to think about your own way in the future." Qi Zhijie understands what Ji Zhilun is afraid of, and also knows Ji Zhilun's small calculations.

His cousin, under the protection of himself and his father Ji Zhan, has become accustomed to relying on others for resources, and is used to sitting back and reaping the rewards, but now, Qi Zhijie is leaving, and Ji Zhan's health has been ill. No one can help him anymore.

Of course he would be afraid.

However, some roads always have to be walked alone.

Qi Zhijie only told him this sentence, then raised his legs again and walked out the door.

Mu Xun made a big deal today, and originally wanted to go back to find Qi Zhijie early, but Chen Si insisted on dragging him to a bar to drink and celebrate.

In fact, it is also his own problem.

He hadn't had a drink for a long time and he really wanted to drink.

"I've met quite a few handsome guys, I promise, one is more handsome than the other." The phone was very noisy, and one could tell that Chen Si was already in the bar.

Holding up his mobile phone, Mu Xun hastily refused: "I just want to have a couple of drinks, so don't make any fuss about it."

"It took me so long to invite you, a busy man, don't worry, I'll definitely handle it, you just come..." Chen Si didn't know that Mu Xun and Qi Zhijie had reconciled, nor did he know that Mu Xun and Qi Zhijie had reconciled. Xun was about to turn his mind to being a good woman, and he thought he was still the persona of the amorous libertine.

Qi Zhijie made two dishes in the kitchen today, waiting for Mu Xun to come back, waiting left and right for Mu Xun to come back, but waiting for Mu Xun's follower Ah Mo.

Ah Mo didn't like this kind of scene, so he came back first to deliver the documents to Mu Liangqi, planning to pick up Mu Xun later.

Qi Zhijie stopped Ah Mo who was walking in a hurry: "Where's Mr. Mu? You haven't come back yet?"

"Ah, Boss Xiaomu went to the bar at Boss Chen's invitation. It will be around midnight." Ah Mo really didn't know that he couldn't say this.

He didn't know that he would be scolded bloody by Mr. Mu for this sentence.

It's like he didn't know that Mu Xun could hardly get out of bed because of this sentence.

Qi Zhijie, who was sitting at the dinner table, listened to his words, his eyes darkened instantly: "Which bar?"

"Leisure."

The man looked at the table full of delicacies made by himself, he thought that Mu Xun was too busy to finish his meal, and thought about whether he should send some to him.

did not expect.

He should take it to the bar.

"I'll pick him up. You should go back and rest early." Qi Zhijie said, taking off the apron on his body. Although his face was expressionless, he felt that the temperature around him had dropped several degrees.

Ah Mo was still thinking about why it was still a bit chilly in early August, and retreated while muttering: "Mr. Qi is bothering you."

Mu Xun swears that he really just came here to drink and have a good time, but the man Chen Si is looking for is indeed more handsome than the other, and better than the other.

He drank a little too much, and drooped his head in the booth with red eyes and fascinated eyes, as if he was going to fall asleep in the next second.

A little boy next to him has always been interested in Mu Xun, so he leaned over when he saw this: "Mr. Mu, I haven't seen you for a long time, where are you happy?"

Mu Xun only felt that his head was so heavy that he had to hold it up with his hands: "Happy? I'm happy in the company."

"Xiao Mu always knows how to joke." The image of Mu Xun's second-generation prodigal son is already deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that no one can imagine him working hard.

"Here...show you a baby." He said, randomly took out his mobile phone from his pocket to show the little boy his own screen saver.

It was Qizhi Festival that he secretly photographed two days ago.

Wearing black silk pajamas, sitting lazily on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his collarbone is exposed, and the bare skin around his neck is cold white, which is in stark contrast to the black pajamas on his body.

When he came down from upstairs, seeing such a scene, he thought in his mind to take a picture of it as a screensaver.

Qi Zhijie is very old-fashioned. If he was told to take a photo, he would immediately sit up straight and serious as if he was publishing a newspaper, and instead lose his soul.

So Mu Xun secretly photographed him every time.

Mu Xun, who was drunk, just wanted to show off that he had a handsome uncle, squinted his eyes, raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "I'll show you..." My boyfriend.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a familiar voice.

It's just that this voice was a little more stern and angry than usual, which made people excited: "Muxun!"

The author says:

The old dog Qi, who is worried about gains and losses, will be pissed off hahahaha

Randomly drop a small red envelope

I'm a little tired today, so I'm a little less