Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Mu Xun gouged him fiercely with his eyes, and opened his mouth through gritted teeth: "Crazy..." Son.

Before the words in his words came out of his mouth, Qi Zhijie swallowed them again.

He kissed him again, rolling on his body, leaving a deep tooth mark on his lips, the pain caused Mu Xun to gasp, thinking that there was no way for him to escape, he might as well go head-on superior.

Thinking of this, he opened his teeth and bit Qi Zhijie's lips fiercely. Qi Zhijie didn't seem to expect him to do this, and was obviously dazed.

Mu Xun bit his lip, and the smell of blood spread from it.

Even so, he didn't intend to let go, and Qi Zhijie didn't resist, allowing him to bite himself.

Mu Xun could feel the confinement on his body loosen slowly, until he was completely free. He could feel the man's breath trembling, and in his nostrils, apart from the smell of cologne, it was the smell of blood that gradually became stronger.

He withdrew abruptly, left the man's lips, and wiped his swollen lips vigorously: "You really belong to the dog, Qi Zhijie."

Qi Zhijie also slowly raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth that was bleeding from the bite, and then looked at Mu Xun with a half-smile: "I belong to the dragon, Axun."

"..."

"Qi Zhijie, I must remind you that we have nothing to do with each other now, please show me some respect."

In the darkness, the bright neon lights outside the Ferris wheel reflected into Qi Zhijie's eyes through the glass window.

He raised his eyes and looked straight at Mu Xun with those peach blossom eyes.

It's a pity that the man didn't even give him a chance to look at him, turned around and left, only leaving a cold sentence: "Mr. Qi, please send the lotus statue to the wooden house as soon as possible, thank you."

Qi Zhijie looked at the back of the man leaving, and stroked the wound on his lip that was still bleeding. It seemed that only the bloody teeth marks could prove that he was with A Xun today.

At night, Qi Zhijie went back to his apartment.

It was found that Ji Shu was already sitting on the sofa in the living room and applying a mask.

"Mom, why are you here?" Qi Zhijie was a little surprised and stood at the entrance to change his slippers.

"When you're not in Lanjing, I stare at the old man every day. I just want to come and play with you for a few days." The woman massaged the muscles of her face with her slender and fair hands.

Qi Zhijie dragged his shoes and walked to the coffee table a little tiredly: "I'm too young, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"It's a little small, it's okay. If I like this place, I can buy a new set." The woman took off the mask on her face, revealing her fair face without a few wrinkles.

It's not like a middle-aged woman whose children are already in their 30s.

Only then did Ji Shu look carefully at Qi Zhijie, and she opened her mouth wide in shock: "Oh, what's wrong with your mouth! Don't play like this when you are young, what if you bite it badly."

Only then did Qi Zhijie remember this trouble, and the old man blushed and covered the red mark on the corner of his mouth: "Is it obvious?"

"What do you think? Is your mother old or blind?" Ji Shu often feels that his son has not inherited his intelligence at all.

The man gently rubbed the slightly numb skin at the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, thinking of the little guy's teeth and claws, and his saying that they have nothing to do with each other.

His expression darkened again, and he said dullly like an eggplant beaten by frost: "It's okay, I don't see anyone in Fudong anyway."

"I think you should stop tinkering with those small shops of yours. The money you earn is not as much as the change you made when you came back, and you still have to look for things everywhere." Ji Shu frowned slightly, and said earnestly, "I know you It’s because I like humanities from all over the world and those things dug out of the soil, so there’s no need to come out and do it alone, what you want is not available in Wanbaolou.”

She often doesn't understand what her son thinks, she doesn't want Zehua, nor does Wanbaolou, she insists on running out to do these things by herself.

"I've seen the things in Wanbao Building many times." Qi Zhijie obviously looked absent-minded, turned and went back to the room on his own.

Qi Shu shook his head helplessly: "Remember to apply some medicine to your mouth, so that your little lover will not use such force next time."

There was a sound of the door closing in the huge space.

Mu Xun is also facing a similar embarrassing situation as Qi Zhijie.

He was also surprised by Mu Liangqi for a long time because of his red and swollen mouth. He always thought it was a flower played by young people, so he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he had to find some other topics: "Well... I asked someone to take me to Beihai before. The Cordyceps sinensis and some supplements have been packed, and it’s almost Chinese New Year, I know you have to go back to see Uncle He, so take them with you.”

"Okay, thank you Dad." Mu Xun ate with his head down, cursing Qi Zhijie ten thousand times in his heart.

Uncle He was the old master who taught him the craft back then, and he was also his neighbor when he was down and out, and he took good care of him.

After he returned to Mu's house, he would still often go back to visit his old man.

He was afraid that Mu Liangqi would be jealous, so he went to the storeroom after dinner and brought the lotus statue in front of Mu Liangqi.

He didn't know how Qi Zhijie did it. Anyway, when he returned to the wooden house, the housekeeper told him that someone had sent him something and put it in the warehouse.

"Oh, didn't they say that someone paid a lot of money to take away this thing? You bought it again?" Mu Liangqi looked carefully with his reading glasses on.

You can tell he really likes it.

"Don't worry about it, I finally got a project to make money, I thought I must use the money to buy you something." Mu Xun scratched his head, thinking that it couldn't be said that he was sacrificing his appearance.

"It's a good thing, you have a heart." Mu Liangqi couldn't stop nodding, and looked at the lotus statue carefully with satisfaction.

"As long as Dad likes it." It's not in vain that he was gnawed.

At night, everything was replaced by silence again.

Mu Xun has just finished packing his luggage and plans to return to Manhe tomorrow.

For Manhe.

He always wants to go back, but dare not go back.

This is the place where he met Qi Zhijie and the place where he and Qi Zhijie fell in love.

It was also the place where he and Qi Zhijie separated.

He sat in the first-class cabin and looked at the soft clouds outside the window, the comfortable temperature, and the smiling faces of the people around him.

He seemed to be living the life that Mu Xun, who worked several jobs in Manhe three years ago, dreamed of.

Or rather, a life I never thought of.

At that time, Mu Xun could think of the best day, which was to have Qi Zhi Jie to pick him up after get off work every day.

After getting off the plane, he went straight to Uncle He's house with his luggage.

Uncle He runs a well-known local porcelain antique shop in the ancient street of Manhe, because of his superb craftsmanship, he has achieved good results in Manhe.

"Uncle He, ouch, you don't even shovel this moss." Mu Xun dragged the suitcase across the moss-covered threshold, almost falling over.

"You boy, what do you know? These are all mosses. I won't shovel you if I shovel them." In the courtyard, the old man in a padded jacket lay leisurely on a carved rosewood chair covered with goose feather cushions, squinting. He raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Xun, who was busy in the world, "You still know how to come back, I thought you forgot me, you little white-eyed wolf."

Mu Xun put the large package of supplements in his hand and a set of tea sets made by the modern master Longyuan who he had carefully protected all the way in front of He Tuyuan: "Uncle He, if you want to say this, I will take these with you." gone back."

"Hey, you and that guy surnamed Qi really have a good understanding. He just gave me a set of tea pots and vases made by Yongyuan."

The author says:

Today is my birthday when the Gregorian calendar and the lunar calendar coincide!so amazing!

But I'm still writing code words, hey, please praise me/I'm shameless, I know!