About the ex-boyfriend who came back from the dead

"I'll buy it, send me the account," Ji Qingfeng replied, "You're right, ex-boyfriend! He doesn't deserve it!"

It's been ten years, maybe he should really let go of the past, start over, and start a new relationship as his sister suggested.No matter how wonderful it was to be with Mu Zhilan at the beginning, it is already in the past tense.

In the evening, when Ji Qingfeng sent Ji Xue home, he explained the matter to his sister. If there is anyone who thinks it is good, he can recommend it to himself.Ji Nanzhou wished that his brother would come out of Mu Zhilan's shadow sooner, patted his chest and promised that he would find a good job for his brother, and then he was beaten by his brother.

But to put it nicely, Ji Nanzhou's movements were not that fast.Ji Qingfeng continued to broadcast live every day, and went to his fan group to chat with everyone when he was free.The benefactor also joined the fan group, and would say good morning to Ji Qingfeng in the group every day, and then private message him again.The benefactor seems to really like chatting with him. If he doesn't look at his phone for a while, the inbox will be filled with messages from the benefactor.

Moreover, the patron still refuses to change his id, and calls Ji Qingfeng his wife every now and then, but his fans and audience all call him that, so Ji Qingfeng doesn't care.Since the patron did not change his ID, Ji Qingfeng directly called this person the patron.

The donor doesn't know why he is very clear about his interests and hobbies, and can chat for a long time every day.

The benefactor sent a message: "Qingfeng likes cooking very much, don't you think about buying a non-stick pan? Non-stick pans can really improve the happiness of life."

It just so happened that Ji Qingfeng was thinking about changing the pot recently, and after seeing the photo sent by the patron, he felt a little itchy in his heart.However, he has made a lot of money from live streaming recently, and Ji Qingfeng is really thinking about changing his job.

"It looks very good. I can buy one and fry eggs for the baby."

Baby?what baby

Mu Zhilan looked at the phone and turned on the magnifying glass to magnify it a hundred times. After confirming that it was correct, his head was full of question marks?

Ji Qingfeng...has a baby?

Passing by behind him, Tao Ting, who was going to the tea room to get coffee, looked at Mu Zhilan over and over again at the word "Baby" on the phone, so he couldn't help but wonder, "Dude, have you been trying to find a baby with a lot of money lately?"

"Get lost!" Mu Zhilan drove the person away.

"I'm just reminding you, don't be fooled. A lot of money is basically a fairy dance." Tao Ting floated over with a calm expression while holding a water glass.

Mu Zhilan complained in his heart: You are the ivy among the immortals.

But things still need to be clarified, Mu Zhilan thought for a long time and sent a message to Ji Qingfeng: "Are you married?"

It so happened that at this time Ji Qingfeng found that the handful of leeks he just bought was not weighed enough, so he went back to find the old man who sold the vegetables to settle the score. The two of them argued for a long time before the man admitted that there was something wrong with his scale, and returned the money to Ji Qingfeng .

And just as Ji Qingfeng was arguing with the uncle, Mu Zhilan had already made up the scene in his mind about how he became a mistress in the palace, and went to Taobao to buy a bunch of stall literature without tears: "How to Be a Competent Man" Stepdad", "How I Got to the Top from Junior Three", "On the Possibility of Changing from Curved to Straight and then Curved again".He profusely bought more than a dozen books, and just after paying and placing the order, Ji Qingfeng sent a message.

"No, I'm single," Ji Qingfeng simply replied a few words as he was unable to type while carrying the dishes.

Upon receiving this news, Mu Zhilan excitedly sat around in the office chair.The little girl in charge next to her and the fat house looked at each other in blank dismay.

The little girl asked, "What is Mr. Mu doing here?"

Fei Zhai replied: "Can't you tell if you're nervous?"

After returning home, Ji Qingfeng explained to the benefactor that the so-called baby was just his niece, and that his younger sister was too busy at work to help take over.

After receiving this reply, Mu Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief, clicked on Taobao again, and returned all the books he bought impulsively.While returning the goods, Mu Zhilan was still thinking, Ji Qingfeng's younger sister, isn't that Ji Nanzhou?The little girl has all the film dolls, it seems that she really has to work harder with Qingfeng.

In the evening, Mu Zhilan squatted on Ji Qingfeng's live broadcast again. Unexpectedly, Ji Qingfeng encountered technical problems tonight.I don't know what happened to Ji Qingfeng's microphone. When he opened his mouth, the entire live broadcast room was surrounded by a very strong electric sound.

Ji Qingfeng panicked all of a sudden, he had never encountered such a situation before, so he had to call someone to come and fix it in the middle of the night.

Just when Ji Qingfeng was about to go to the fan group and Weibo to say that it would not be broadcast tonight, the sponsor's WeChat message came over: "Qingfeng, please check the sound card."

Ji Qingfeng's set of equipment was made by a friend, and he didn't know where it was at all, so he panicked all of a sudden, muttering: "How to check?"

Mu Zhilan saw that he couldn't find the trick for a long time, thinking that he had learned false voice, and the two of them hadn't seen each other for ten years, he was sure that Ji Qingfeng would not be able to recognize his own voice, and Mu Zhilan was engaged in game planning , I also have some understanding of the props of the live broadcast, so I simply made a voice call: "Qingfeng, don't worry, can you see if the microphone cable and the power cable are too close?"

Ji Qingfeng checked, "Nothing."

"Is that because other appliances are too close to the microphone?"

"Still not."

The benefactor helped him check around, but he couldn't find anything wrong.

"It may be that the sound card is broken," Ji Qingfeng summed up the problem himself, "I'll buy a new one tomorrow, thank you for helping me with these, and I'll trouble you."

"fine."

The phone hung up, and Mu Zhilan sat alone. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, so he simply wrapped himself in a blanket and lay down on the sofa.

He couldn't hear his own voice....

I haven't seen her in ten years, and Mu Zhilan knows all about her false voice, but her chest is still as if being pressed by a boulder, and she can't breathe.

The moonlight is as gentle as water. It is rare to see such a full moon at night in the city. It has coated the whole world with a layer of frost where the light can shine.Mu Zhilan huddled on the sofa, the moonlight fell on the marble floor in front of him, such gentle light could not touch his fingertips.His skin was naturally fair, and only his lips were as red as blood. These two features always reminded people of the nobles who only belonged to the night in some myths and legends.

My brother has work tonight and hasn't come home yet. He is alone and finally has some breathing time.

News about Ji Qingfeng kept popping up, most of which were words of thanks.

Mu Zhilan kissed the phone.

He hugged the phone like he was holding a priceless treasure, trying to rub it into his bones.He murmured: "Baby, you never said such unreasonable things to me before."

Mu Zhilan couldn't help but think of the scene where Ji Qingfeng confessed his love for the first time.

There is only one hour between evening self-study and afternoon school in high school. Most students have no time to go home to eat. They either buy food at the school gate or the cafeteria, or have their parents deliver it to the door.Ji Qingfeng pulled Mu Zhilan to give him a lecture, and when he came back to his senses, the entire classroom was empty.

"Did you listen to me every time I said the topic? Senior."

Ji Qingfeng sat on the table and replied shyly, "Almost, why don't you explain it again?"

The weather was a bit hot, so Ji Qingfeng picked up a magazine on the table and fanned himself. After fanning, he realized that it was "Boyfriend" that Mu Zhilan bought at the same table. After seeing the contents clearly, Ji Qingfeng His face turned red.

Mu Zhilan also noticed his strangeness, and hurried over to watch, "Girls like to watch this now, don't you always make fun of us, if you want me to tell you how you like me, the girl named Mei in the next class Didn't I bring you milk tea every day?"

"I like to drink milk tea and asked her to bring it to me. I also brought her fried dumplings. The two of us are exchanging interests."

"Political economics is not very good, but your head is turning fast at this time."

"Besides, it's not that I don't like you," Ji Qingfeng slipped his tongue, and began to make up words to cover it up, "You have good grades, and you look like a human..."

"Then do you like me?" Mu Zhilan put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and asked Ji Qingfeng.

Looking into Mu Zhilan's eyes, Ji Qingfeng couldn't lie, his face flushed, he looked away, and said, "I like it."

"I don't believe it." Mu Zhilan only thought that Ji Qingfeng was joking about himself, and took a pen to write a draft.

But he didn't expect that Ji Qingfeng took the book, covered his view from the window, and kissed Mu Zhilan in the shadow of the book.

It was a soft, simple kiss.

At that time, the dusk light cast a warm color on the bodies of the two of them. That kind of warmth did not mix any impurities, and everything looked beautiful and peaceful.At that time, they didn't have to think about other things. The love of teenagers was simple and pure, sincere and bold.The love of teenagers came with great vigor.Just love the person in front of me, just love the kiss in the sunset, just look good in school uniform.

But at that time, how could he have thought that everything that followed was like a city swept by a storm, leaving nothing but ruins.Blow them away, let them bruise each other, make them raise their heads so hard that they can breathe, make them so damaged that they can't recognize each other's appearance.

"Just because of this one kiss," Mu Zhilan stroked Ji Qingfeng's cartoon avatar on the phone, "I can live for you, from birth to death, to death, thousands of times."