Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

What he said made Mu Xun choke up for a moment.

Pulling the car around and shrinking to the position, secretly looking at Qi Zhijie beside him from the corner of his eye.

He seemed genuinely sad.

That kind of sadness covered his peach blossom eyes with a layer of indifference and haze again.

Mu Xun didn't dare to look at him again, and the words he just said were still ringing in his ears.

"You won't shed tears for me."

He really wanted to go up and pat his brains, and ask him if he was getting old too fast and his memory was deteriorating.

He didn't shed tears for him?

Mu Xun can't even remember how worthless his little pearl is when it comes to Qi Zhijie.

But it seemed that the old man wasn't there when the little pearl fell.

The atmosphere in the car also froze for a long time after Qi Zhijie finished his last sentence.

Neither of them spoke again until the car stopped outside the fence of Mu's old house.

Mu Xun recovered from the excitement of "Speed ​​Speed" in a daze, swallowed, took off Qi Zhijie's suit jacket, and threw it to the man.

Qi Zhijie caught the coat, smoothed the folds and said lightly: "I will pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow."

Mu Xun opened the car door, landed on one foot and got stuck by the side of the car: "Eight o'clock? I don't go to work so early."

"From eight in the morning to ten in the evening, it's not too much." He put the coat back on himself.

Just now because the snow on the white shirt melted into water, his shirt inside was a little wet.

Mu Xun inadvertently saw the man in a formal dress with his chest upright, and really didn't mean to stare at his chest on purpose.

It's just that the piece of fabric on his chest was wet, and the white shirt would stick to his skin when it got wet. Coupled with the man's unintentional movement of raising his chest, the pectoral muscles under the fabric were faintly visible.

Cao, do you want to be so gullible?

He hurriedly ran out of the car, and said in a little haste: "It's not too much, you are a capitalist."

The man chuckled and looked sideways at him: "Nineteen hours, 300 million, Axun, who do you think is a capitalist?"

Mu Xun had no intention of arguing with him anymore, his mind was full of pornographic trash, he waved his hand: "You are always right, I don't quarrel with you, that's fine." After finishing speaking, he slammed the car door.

Qi Zhijie really felt sorry for his new car door.

But before he felt distressed for a few seconds, Mu Xun opened the door again, and shouted at him: "Go back and give me a good drive, don't give me the lotus venerable before it dies."

After speaking, he slammed the car door again.

Qi Zhijie watched the man's receding figure through the car window, smiled and shook his head.

As soon as Mu Xun entered the courtyard, before entering the house, he was hit in the back of the head by another big snowball.

He just had his hair done today!

"Mutang! If you dare to smash it again, I will ask Uncle Wang to pull out all the plum blossoms in the garden." He wiped off all the snowflakes from his head, some even landed on his neck, and it really went straight to the bottom of his heart. cool.

Then the girl appeared, stood up from behind the flower bed on the right side of the yard, and screamed, "How dare you!"

Mu Xun raised his neck and looked at her through his nostrils: "Look at me, dare I."

When she called out, Aunt He was called out, and she hurried over to protect her, and looked at Mu Xun with mean eyes, as if he was the one who acted unreasonably and mischievously: "Young master, Tangtang is still young." , you should take more care of yourself and look like an older brother."

He Gu is the nanny of Mutang's mother, and she married into the Mu family with her mother. After Mutang's mother passed away, she has been taking care of Mutang.

Also because Mu Xun is an illegitimate child, he is very hostile to him.

"Then ask her if she looks like a younger sister, Aunt He, you know, I'm not a good-tempered person." Mu Xun restrained his anger and put on a smiling face.

It's just such a smile, which is somewhat creepy.

"After all, now, I'm the young master." He still said with a smile, but the smile disappeared as soon as he finished speaking, his face turned cold, and those fox eyes glanced coldly at the two of them.

It can't help but be a little chilling.

Mu Xun didn't want to talk about it anymore, he just wanted to go back to the house to take a shower and sleep.

After all, tomorrow will be squeezed by Qi Zhijie.

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol he had drunk, but his head hurt until midnight, he finally fell asleep, and had a nightmare again.

He dreamed of his own mother who died early, and dreamed of being beaten by his aunt when he was a child, which scared him so much that he was sweating all over when he woke up in the morning.

Qi Zhijie got up at seven o'clock, had a simple breakfast, bought meat buns and soy milk downstairs in his house, and went to the wooden house.

He bought a new apartment in the center of Fudong, and he was satisfied with everything, except that it was far away from Mu Xun's house.

After driving for nearly four and ten minutes, Qi Zhijie stopped outside the fence of Mu's house before eight o'clock.

When Mu Xun on this end was still brushing his teeth, he received a call from Qi Zhijie. With toothpaste still in his mouth, he couldn't wait to admit that he was slow: "Right now."

The sound of running water in the sink flowed into Qi Zhijie's ears along with the microphone of the mobile phone. This could only be regarded as an auxiliary proof of exposure at best, and the most fundamental thing was the sound of him brushing his teeth and speaking.

"Don't worry, wash off the foam."

The man's playful and frivolous words reached Mu Xun's ears.

"..."

He was always able to see through his little tricks at a glance.

It has been twenty or ten minutes waiting for him to get in the car, and it took him a lot of time to find clothes.

As soon as he got into the car, he saw the buns and soy milk he bought.

It is his favorite sweet soy milk.