Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

When he woke up again, Qi Zhijie only saw a bag of glucose hanging on the bracket above his head, and the smell of disinfectant in the air invaded his senses.

He is in the hospital.

At that time, Mu Xun was running in the corridor with a stack of test sheets in his hand.

Fortunately, this guy's bones are not cracked, so as long as the injuries on his body are rested, there will be no serious problems.

As soon as he entered the ward, he saw Qi Zhijie struggling to get up on the bed.

He hurried over: "What are you doing? Don't move casually."

Hearing the sound, the man kept his hands on the sheet as if he had been caught as a thief: "I... I'm tired from lying down." Although he was lying on the big bed in the VIP ward, his back still felt cramped. the pain.

"No, the doctor told you to lie down and move as little as possible." Mu Xun pushed him back on the bed, frowning.

He only saw Qi Zhijie's back during the doctor's examination just now.

The back was red, with large bruises, swelling, bruises and purple spots, and blood in some places, which was shocking.

"Who beat you? How could it be like this?" His tone was full of anger, he really couldn't think of anyone who could beat Qi Zhijie like this.

The man was lying on the bed with a calm expression on his face, his peach blossom eyes were not disturbed at all, he shook his head: "I'm fine."

"..." Mu Xun wondered if his head was also broken, otherwise why would he look like he couldn't understand people's words, "I ask you who beat you?"

He was about to wring the man's head off.

"It's not important anymore, Axun. The important thing is that we can be together now." Qi Zhijie said this with a smile.

His complexion was far from normal, his lips were still pale, and his smile seemed to be struggling.

But I can feel that he is laughing from the heart.

Mu Xun felt that he was prevaricating himself with sugar-coated bullets, so of course he didn't buy it: "Don't say yes, don't say that I'll buy the plane ticket now." He took out the mobile phone from his pocket and scribbled on the screen.

Qi Zhijie was really scared, and immediately said, "It's from my family, my grandfather."

Mu Xun has actually heard of Ji Menghua's name, not to mention him, as long as he is in the business circle, he should know Ji's family and Ji Menghua.

I only heard that the old man of the Ji family regarded his grandson very highly, but he didn't expect such a method of respect.

"Why did you hit you? Because of me?" Mu Xun continued to ask, with distress in his eyes.

He should have guessed, besides Ji Menghua, who else could align Zhijie like this.

"No." Qi Zhijie denied, he knew very well that Mu Xun's matter was just a flashpoint.

The reason why Ji Menghua was so excited and extreme was because he, a docile caged beast, was determined to escape suddenly.

He knows his grandfather very well. He has long been used to the feeling of holding other people's fate in his hands, and he has long been used to this kind of thinking that the family is everything. No one has ever dared to disobey him, say no to him, let alone No one dared to talk to him about freedom.

And he is Ji Menghua's sharp minion, the obedient eagle dog, and his grandson who has obeyed him since he was a child.

But he became the first person to betray himself.

How could he not be angry.

"Ah Xun, if in the future, I'm just an ordinary small boss with no money, no connections, and no resources, and all I can do every day is to carve you a piece of jade and pinch mud, do you think I'm too useless?" The pursuit is too useless." He spoke, but for some reason, he felt that it was a bit difficult to speak.

Mu Xun could feel his voice trembling.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pursing his lips to look embarrassed.

Qi Zhijie held his breath nervously, he was really afraid that Mu Xun would mind.

"Hmm..." He still pretended to think about it.

The man had already coughed dryly, and the cough was a little cloudy, and the spine in his back was aching.

Mu Xun didn't intend to continue teasing him, and raised his hand to caress his chest, giving him comfort: "Qi Zhijie, do you think I, Xiao Mu, always lack these things?"

Compared to Zehua, Mu Xun didn't dare to scream, but in Fu Dong and even in the entire design industry in the country, Mu's can speak up.

Qi Zhijie shook his head, coughing gradually stopped.

"For so many years, I have always liked the old Qi who taught me how to carve rocks and make mud, and has nothing to do with Mr. Qi of Zehua Group." He continued, his peach eyes were covered with a soft color, " It's just that are you ready? Are you ready to eat my soft rice?"

This is the first time after three years, Qi Zhijie saw such a soft color in his fox eyes, with a little childishness.

It seems to go back many years ago.

The little boy would lie in his arms and show his love to him with such an expression, telling him unpreparedly how much he loved him.

"I don't have a good stomach, so I'm quite suitable for eating soft meals." He stretched out the hand that wasn't inserted with the needle, and covered his chest with the hand that gave him a smooth flow, wrapping it tightly.

Mu Xun smiled, pursed his lips, and held his big hand back.

The scorching sun outside the window was like fire, penetrating into the ward through the glass, bright and warm.

Qi Zhijie couldn't bear to sleep, holding Mu Xun's hand, even though he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open, he still struggled desperately.

"I'm here, you go to sleep."

"Will you be there all the time?"

"of course."

After getting an affirmative answer, Qi Zhijie didn't feel at ease and fell asleep.

He held Mu Xun's hand tightly to make sure and prove that he was not dreaming.

He held it so tightly that Mu Xun couldn't break free, so he had to sleep on the edge of the bed.

In the ward, there is a peaceful appearance, but Lanjing, who is thousands of miles away, is not like this.

Ji Shu hurried back to Ji Zhai only to find out that his precious son left overnight after being beaten with more than a dozen sticks.

Anxious and angry, she just vented her anger at Ji Menghua.

Ji Menghua has two sons and one daughter. As his only daughter, Ji Shu has always been his favorite. When he married her to Qi Ke, it was not purely for commercial marriage. Another elite talent was picked.

Unexpectedly, a scum would be picked out.

In fact, he has always been deeply blaming himself for hurting his precious daughter. Therefore, after the accident that year, he terminated all cooperation with the Qi family, and brought Ji Shu and Qi Zhijie back. His father, Qi Xingdao, was his old friend for many years, so he saved Qi Ke's life.

After Qi Xingdao begged Ji Menghua to leave the Qi family behind, he didn't let Qi Zhijie change his surname.

But in order to make up for Ji Shu's mother and son, Ji Menghua let Qi Zhijie get in touch with the family business early on, gave him the best education, and brought him to study by his side.

Moreover, when Qi Zhijie was 20 years old, he announced that he would be Zehua's heir to succeed him.

Therefore, Qi Zhijie's departure undoubtedly ruined his many years of hard work, and it undoubtedly ruined his face.

Now my precious daughter flew back thousands of miles away and scolded herself: "Ten sticks, you really can do it."

In this family, only Ji Shu dared to speak to him in such a tone.

"That's right. He's my son. You don't feel bad when you fight." The woman just rushed back, and it was autumn and winter in Europe. She didn't even change her coat, so she came to scold others first.

"What's wrong with me beating him? Look at what your precious son has done?" The old man said, pretending to be majestic, and knocked on the floor with his crutches.

This set works for others, but for Ji Shu, it must be of no use at all.

On the contrary, the woman became more and more angry: "What did he do? Isn't it just that he is not willing to be your marionette? You have so many marionettes, why do you force him to stay?"

"Don't you know what he's doing? For a man, a man! He doesn't even want Zehua, what's the difference between that and his bastard father back then?" Ji Menghua blew his beard angrily and stared.

Ji Shu pouted, and sat down on the sofa: "There's a big difference. Qi Ke, that scumbag lied to men and lied to me to get married. Who did my son lie to? He didn't want to get married even if he died back then. What if he likes men? I didn’t steal or rob. In the final analysis, it’s because he didn’t obey you and liked the person you arranged for him... I got married according to your wishes, I am What's the end?"

"You..." Ji Menghua was so angry that she didn't know how to reply.

For so many years, Ji Shu has had grievances, blaming others not so much, and more blaming herself. She blames herself for not having the courage to be herself at her best age, and also blames herself for being submissive and confused. After getting married, I wasted most of my youth, complaining that I didn't have the courage of my son to break free without hesitation, and break free from the innate shackles given to me by this surname.

"Dad, Zhijie is not doing any heinous things. He is just pursuing the life he wants. As a mother, I hope he can live the life he likes, not the life I like." Woman The tone of his voice no longer seemed yin and yang, but cast a layer of sadness, "Let him replace me and live a life of freedom."

Freedom, in a family like hers, is a luxury.

Ji Menghua listened to her words, for the first time, he did not rush to refute, but lowered his eyes and fell silent for a long time.

free.

He never seriously thought about the meaning of this word, because he never had it either.

"But I didn't stop him from being with that Mu, isn't that enough?" Ji Menghua still couldn't understand.

Ji Shu sighed, and knew that his old antique father would not understand for a while.

Zehua also had rumors inside, and everyone didn't know the reason, only knew that the heir might have to be replaced.

But in Fu Dong's Qi Zhi Festival, he didn't care about the scene of the chicken and egg fight at Lan Jing at all, only cared about whether he could hold Mu Xun's hand and sleep today.

Mu Xun has been obsessed with cooking for the past two days, and has been busy studying how to make soup.

I just made ribs soup for Qi Zhijie today.

"How is it?" He didn't even want to drink it himself, so he scooped up a big spoonful and gave it to Qi Zhijie to try first.

How would you describe this taste?

It cannot be said to be delicious, it can only be said to be difficult to swallow.

But as soon as he raised his eyes, he met Mu Xun's expectant eyes. How could he dare to say that it was bad, so he could only force himself to swallow it: "It's delicious..."

The author says:

Calvin, it's so painful woo woo woo

Why is everyone feeling sorry for Lu Lu, please post your love for Lao Qi on the public screen! / humble

感谢在2022-09-3022:44:43~2022-10-0223:12:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Qinxian cooking wine;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Jiuyue; 1 bottle of Soft Kiss;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!