Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Qi Zhijie's image in He Jing's heart has always been that of a calm and thoughtful person. He really did not expect that this guy's scheming and courage would be used on his little apprentice.

"You...you really are not authentic. It's okay to miss my ancient treasures, but also miss my little apprentice..." He Jing shook his head, and originally planned to give a set of blue glaze What was given to this guy is now buried in the soil, and he doesn't even want to give it to him.

Although Qi Zhijie is younger than himself, he completely treats Qi Zhijie as an equal, and now he tells him that this guy is with his little apprentice who treats him like a son.

He really couldn't accept it.

Later, He Jing also found out that the two had been dating for a long time. They had an affair three years ago, and then separated again.

It's no wonder that when they met before, it was like a horoscope.

He Jing couldn't accept this story, and the most unacceptable thing was that they lied to him for three years, so he told them to leave with a black face, and don't bother him if it's okay.

Mu Xun wanted to explain, but He Jing didn't listen, and locked the yard after driving them out, even Erhuang's dog hole was blocked.

Mu Xun was a little depressed, while Qi Zhijie comforted him: "In two days, I'll send a set of Hetian jade over, so that Uncle He can calm down."

"I have a set of emeralds, which are from Jing Henian, and I will send them together at that time." These are the things that can make He Jing happy.

They didn't stay in Manhe for a long time. They originally planned to stay for a few more days, but Ah Mo suddenly called and said that there was a problem with the project that was about to end. So I hurried back to Fudong again.

Mu Xun has done very well in the projects he has handled recently, and he has basically become familiar with some basic businesses of the group.

Compared with the previous Xiao Mu who lost money for five projects out of seven projects in his hand, it is definitely a drastic change.

When something went wrong with the project, Mu Xun became busy again.

Qi Zhijie soaked in the wood-hunting house and concentrated on becoming a small boss.

The business of Xunmu House is getting more and more prosperous, and the popularity in Fudong is getting higher and higher.

When autumn was over and winter was approaching quietly, Mu Xun was finally able to relax again.

mid-November.

While watching the news, Mu Xun saw that it was snowing in Xindu.

"Old Qi, let's go to Xindu to see the snow, okay, and then go eat some warm mutton soup."

Qi Zhijie sat on the handmade table, holding a porcelain vase in his hand and carving flowers: "Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you."

He was finally able to go to see the snow with Qi Zhijie.

Thinking of this, Mu Xun wished he could grow his wings and fly to the new capital.

In fact, it has also snowed in Lanjing, which is the first snow in the whole country this year.

However, he knew that Qi Zhijie might not want to go back to Lanjing, so he didn't talk about going to Lanjing to see the snow.

Xindu is closer to Fudong.

After the two finalized, they started to pack their luggage, planning to leave tomorrow and come back during the Chinese New Year.

Qi Zhijie's wardrobe has always been simple, let alone winter clothes, either gray coats or knitted sweaters, although most of them are handmade and customized, but they are always in those cold colors .

Mu Xun looked at him and shook his head, and bought him sweaters and cardigans of various colors.

Next year will be the birth year of Qizhi Festival.

So, Mu Xun bought him a wine-red sweater and forced the man to wear it.

Men seldom wear clothes of such eye-catching colors, and they resist in every possible way, but in the end they succumbed under Mu Xun's soft and hard foam.

A man's legs are well-proportioned, and he can't be ugly in anything he wears.

Mu Xun dragged him to the street, and walked on Fu Dong's cold windy street holding his hand.

With such a handsome donkey, of course he had to take it out for a walk.

Like all couples in love.

Roaming on the street holding hands, bickering occasionally, but most of the time getting bored.

After walking around, Mu Xun had no hands left to hold Qi Zhijie. He held a bucket of fried skewers in his right hand and a cup of fruit tea in his left.

"Hurry up and eat a bunch." There was still a piece of fried steamed bun in his mouth that he hadn't swallowed.

Qi Zhijie pressed the bottom of his finger bones against his mouth and nose, and turned his head in disgust: "No."

"Turtle hair." Mu Xun pouted, and naturally stuffed the fruit tea in his hand to the man, while he ate the fried skewers himself.

"Eat less, it's all waste oil, it's not good for the stomach..."

Before the man finished his hard work, he was interrupted by Mu Xun: "Nagging will quickly turn a handsome uncle into an old man."

Qi Zhijie pursed his lips, knowing that this little guy started to make a fuss about his age again: "Eating too much waste oil can cause cancer, and it may also cause toxic liver disease...it will carry a lot of germs From your esophagus into your stomach..."

"Don't say it! If you say it again, I'll stuff it in your mouth." Mu Xun took out a string of starchy sausage and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

The man turned his face away, and covered his mouth and nose tightly: "Muxun!"

In the end, Mu Xun didn't really stuff it into his mouth, otherwise, this old man might have buried himself somewhere.

When Mu Xun was tired from shopping, they got back into the car and prepared to go home.

Mu Xun's belly was round after eating, and the smell of fried skewers suffocated Cullinan's co-pilot.

The bell rang inappropriately.

It was Qi Zhijie's cell phone. The man had just fastened his seat belt, and took out the vibrating cell phone from his pocket. He glanced at the incoming call alert, and his finger, which was about to press the answer button, froze at the top of the screen.

Mu Xun touched his swollen belly, and noticed something strange about the man: "Who is it?"

"Jizhilun." The man didn't shy away from it either.

Mu Xun slightly pursed his lips and nodded, "Go ahead."

When the pure music ringtone was about to end, Qi Zhijie pressed the answer button: "Hello."

This was the first communication between him and members of Ji's family other than Ji Shu in more than half a year.

"Brother... something happened to grandpa, it's true this time, I didn't lie to you, I swear." The male voice on the phone trembled, it was panic that could be sensed from the ear, "The old foxes on the board listened When it comes to the news, internal strife has already begun to share the profit, what should I do, bro..."

"Where's uncle?" Qi Zhijie twisted his sword eyebrows, he knew that even if Ji Menghua wanted to lie to himself, he would not be so stupid as to use the same trick twice, so he believed what Ji Zhilun said.

"My dad is still abroad... You also know about Uncle's health, those old foxes just bullied our Ji family and there is no one now." Ji Zhilun on the phone was angry and wronged.

During Qi Zhijie's absence, although Ji Menghua intends to promote him and make him the acting director, he has not announced the replacement of the heir to the public. He is young and has little experience in doing things. will respect him.

Now that Ji Menghua is suddenly critically ill, and those old men on the board of directors have been suppressed for most of their lives, of course they will want to jump out and make a few waves to gain some benefits.

"What's wrong with the old man? Are you awake?" the man asked, his eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Mu Xun straightened his back from the passenger seat, and looked at the man with some concern.

"Cerebral hemorrhage, the amount of bleeding was in the functional area. Fortunately, we found it quickly, and our life was saved. We just don't know when we will wake up." No, something happened when I was tired and nervous, "Brother... I know you don't want to come back, but I really don't know what to do. They will force me to explain to the board tomorrow, but I If they were told that grandpa was indeed ill, they would have to divide Zehua immediately."

"What time is the board meeting tomorrow?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon."

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, the man's peach blossom eyes were covered with the haze that he hadn't seen for many days.

"What happened?" Mu Xun asked him, worried.

The man looked at the empty street outside the windshield, and after a while, he turned his face and looked at Mu Xun: "I'm sorry, A Xun." He pursed his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a week: "Tomorrow, I may go to Mu Xun. No more Xindu."

"Did something happen to Zehua?" It would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed.

After all, he had been looking forward to it for so many years before he finally had the opportunity to see the snow with Qi Zhijie.

"The old man had a cerebral hemorrhage. Zehua heard rumors of internal strife, and wanted to share the Ji family's soup." Qi Zhijie was actually wondering whether he should go back.

It took him a lot of effort to separate himself from Zehua, and from Ji's family. If he went back like this, he was afraid that the name Qi Zhijie would be associated with Zehua and Ji's family again. Home, firmly bound together.

"Ah Xun, I don't know what to do." He knew how long Mu Xun had been waiting for him to see the snow, and he also knew how rare it was for them to live without being disturbed by anyone, and he was reluctant to let such a life go by himself. gave up.

However, the Ji family has been kind to him in nurturing him, and Zehua's today is also his hard work for many years. If he wants to stand by and watch, he really can't bear such a heart.

Mu Xun could see the man's entanglement and bewilderment at the moment, he gently held the man's hand, and the warmth of his palm pressed against the back of his cold hand, comforting him silently.

Needless to say, Qi Zhijie also understands the dilemma of men at this moment.

After a long while, he said slowly, "Go, after all, something really happened." His tone was gentle, and his eyes looking at Qi Zhijie were also gentle, "If I can't go tomorrow, I'll wait for you Let's go together after we're done."

"Are you still willing to wait for me?" He was really scared, really.

He was very afraid that Mu Xun would not be willing to wait for him.

Mu Xun knew that the old man's heart was like a child's now, he was very worried about gains and losses.

He slightly hooked his lips, and held the man's hand even tighter: "I'm not afraid of waiting, I'm just afraid that you will run away without saying a word, and then you won't come back for a long time..." Speaking of this, Wood Xun couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought about three years ago.

The man leaned over and held Mu Xun in his arms.

The smell of woody perfume on his body is wrapped in Mu Xun's breath.

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