About the ex-boyfriend who came back from the dead

Mu Zhilan's eyes were sore, and he lowered his head to lean on Ji Qingfeng's body.

"Mu Zhilan," Ji Qingfeng rubbed his head, then reached for a few gift bags on the co-pilot, "The weather is getting colder, I bought you a new scarf."

As he spoke, he opened the bag, took out the scarf and hung it around Mu Zhilan's neck.

"There is also this watch, which can tell the time by voice." Ji Qingfeng tied the watch on Mu Zhilan's wrist again, "I don't know what to buy, so I just searched on the Internet, and this glove , and this long johns, I also made a box of lemon chicken feet, all boneless, I saved a little for my little niece, and the rest is yours. What do you want to eat at night, I will go back and make it, but I might send it earlier, because I have to pick up my niece from school at night, and I have to cook for her and supervise her homework, so I just..."

"Qingfeng, I can take care of dinner by myself, you don't have to work so hard." Mu Zhilan squatted for a long time on Ji Qingfeng's live broadcast, knowing that he was the busiest at night.

Ji Qingfeng thought about what Jiang Zhiqiu said that day, and didn't force him any more. He only told Mu Zhilan to take care of his body, and asked him what he wanted to eat tomorrow.In the end, he reluctantly sent Mu Zhilan back to the company.

When Ji Qingfeng left, Mu Zhilan quickly took off her colored contact lenses, and went into her brother's office with a lot of messy things that Ji Qingfeng sent.

Jiang Zhiqiu was looking at the contract, and when he looked up, my brother, it was as if he had gone to rob, why did he bring back so many things.

Mu Zhilan put the box of chicken feet on the tea table that Jiang Zhiqiu bought for 30 yuan, then piled the scarves, gloves and long johns that Ji Qingfeng had prepared for him on the sofa, and then pounced on them, frantically rubbing, frantically Hug and roll.

Jiang Zhiqiu looked at Mu Zhilan's doggy appearance, and thought about it carefully. Did he raise a younger brother or an Erha?Hey, maybe raising a Erha is more worry-free than a younger brother!

"Ji Qingfeng bought this for you?"

"Correct!"

Jiang Zhiqiu picked up the water glass on the table, leaned on the office chair, and said calmly: "Mu Zhilan, do I need to remind you? Your baby Ji Qingfeng's only source of income is live broadcasting, and his After all these years, I don’t have much fame, I just barely earn some living expenses.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhilan stopped what he was doing and looked up at his brother.

"These things probably cost him half a month's salary," Jiang Zhiqiu praised, "There are also boneless chicken feet. I told him yesterday to deliver the meal, and it will be delivered today. You said he delivered it last night. To get rid of these bones, I have to be busy until what time. He broadcasted live last night, it seems that he may have done it after the live broadcast... Hey, how pitiful, I have to support you even though I have no money... .”

Mu Zhilan seemed to be wilting all of a sudden, the clothes in his hands were no longer warm, and the chicken feet on the table were no longer delicious.

"Then what should I do..." Mu Zhilan scratched her hair.

Jiang Zhiqiu likes the feeling that his invincible younger brother's IQ suddenly drops below 0 in the face of Ji Qingfeng's question, "Aside from being a blind ex-boyfriend, aren't you also the number one gold medalist in his live broadcast room? Brush him more at night." A few rockets are ready."

"That's right!" Mu Zhilan hugged his clothes, "Brother, you are so smart!"

That night, Mu Zhilan swiped ten rockets in the live broadcast room, and Ji Qingfeng was so scared that he hurriedly sent him a WeChat message, asking if he ordered it wrong.

The funder's father replied no, and said coldly that he was a fool with a lot of money.

Mu Zhilan wrapped herself in the scarf Ji Qingfeng gave her, and ate chicken feet on the sofa.

Jiang Zhiqiu, who was so busy dealing with work, walked out of the study, ready to make himself a cup of milk, when he saw his younger brother on the sofa, he was so angry that he almost acted out a scene of domestic violence.

"Give me a bite," Jiang Zhiqiu turned on the heat and poured milk, then sat next to Mu Zhilan, begging him for chicken feet.

Mu Zhilan took the lunch box away stingily, "No, my wife made it, you can find a wife to make it for you."

Jiang Zhiqiu was angry: "Are you my real brother!"

"You said no last time!"

Oh, I'm still holding grudges here.

Jiang Zhiqiuhu touched his younger brother and threatened him with pretending to be blind, and finally got Mu Zhilan to hand over his chicken feet.The two brothers ate a box of chicken feet upside down in a while, and leaned on the sofa to burp.

"I asked Ji Qingfeng to play the game, do you have anything else you want to change in the last part of the game?"

"No more, that's it."

Mu Zhilan didn't seem to want to mention this matter very much. He nestled on the sofa, hugged the scarf Ji Qingfeng gave him in his arms, and asked his brother: "Brother, can my illness be cured?"

"can."

"I'll be able to see him with these eyes someday."

"can."

Mu Zhilan leaned on the sofa, waiting for her brother to feed him the hot milk.Jiang Zhiqiu Nian poured him a glass for the sake of chicken feet, and the two brothers sat on the sofa and chatted one after another.Mu Zhilan's imagination is amazing, and Jiang Zhiqiu is a down-to-earth and steady person, they couldn't get together at all, and it didn't take long for them to break up.Only then did Mu Zhilan pick up his phone to read the news.He found that Ji Qingfeng sent him a dozen WeChat messages.

To myself as the "gold master".

"This money is too much, I can't accept it, no matter how rich you are, I can't accept it."

"I don't know why you tipped me, but I already have a boyfriend."

"I'm afraid of hurting your feelings, so I'll return the money to you. WeChat doesn't support transfers of such a large amount. Can you give me a bank account?"

Mu Zhilan almost spat out a mouthful of milk.

How is this going?I green myself?

Jiang Zhiqiu looked at his younger brother with mixed feelings, and hurriedly asked what was going on, but Mu Zhilan didn't bother to explain, and threw the phone to his brother.

Jiang Zhiqiu, who knew the inside story, couldn't help laughing, and asked: "You told him that you have a special hobby, and you like people with boyfriends?"

"roll!"

"Or you are an ATM slave, you just like to spend money for others, and you are not happy if you don't spend money?"

"Jiang Zhiqiu, you must be sick!" Mu Zhilan was so angry that she snatched the phone back from her brother, "Where did you learn this messy words, be careful and I will sue your parents!"

After moving Jiang Zhiqiu's mother out, Jiang Zhiqiu stopped talking.Why did this silly brother become so talkative when he encountered Ji Qingfeng's matter, he still asked his parents like a child.

Mu Zhilan clicked a string of words on the phone and sent it to Ji Qingfeng, then put away the phone and continued to nest on the sofa.

Jiang Zhiqiu was curious, so he asked, "What did you post?"

"I'm a billionaire, and I like to watch young couples fall in love. Your live broadcast has given me the hope of living. Please cherish your lover."

What the fuck?

Be more perverted, okay?