Seize My Boyfriend - B17 (11)

“Brother!”

Xi Jin still wanted to keep him, but Changsun Wuji felt uneasy for some reason, so he ran out quickly, and as soon as he got out of the alley, he saw Yang Yang rushing towards the main road.

And a car happened to drive by.

“Yangyang!”

Changsun Wuji rushed over and hugged Yangyang who was about to rush into the road and was hit by a car.

The two rolled to the side together, Changsun Wuji held him firmly in his arms, covered his head with both hands, rolled twice on the ground and stopped.

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo away just ago.” The system was so scared that it almost cried.

But Mo Zhiyang didn’t seem to respond, he lay in his arms blankly, neither resisting nor struggling, his eyes were empty, and he didn’t even know the danger of Cai.

“Yangyang, Yangyang!”

His reaction was not right, Changsun Wuji held up his head, “Yangyang, you answer me Yangyang.”

Mo Zhiyang didn’t answer, eyes open, at this time a bloody rice grain A black bug the size of a small one, came out of the right ear and dropped onto the clothes.

Afraid of a bloodstain along the clothes.

“This?” Changsun Wuji picked up the black worm, recognized what it was at a glance, crushed the black worm to death, and turned to look at the junior at the entrance of the alley.

Xi Jin, who was stared at by him, panicked, and hid in the alley with a guilty conscience, messing with the corner of his clothes: I didn’t expect that he was not killed by a car, he was lucky.

“Yangyang.” Called out, but Yangyang was already unconscious, Changsun Wuji hurriedly picked him up and went back first.

Carrying the person back to the store, he carefully placed them on the pile of clothes, “Yangyang?” He took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve, pulled out the cork, and a faint fragrance floated out.

Put the vial under his nose.

“Hmm~” A scent rushed into his brain, and Mo Zhiyang opened his eyes in bewilderment, only to find that he was lying down, “What’s wrong?”

A piece of memory seemed to be missing in his brain. itch.

“You were trapped by the illusion just now, and you almost rushed out of the road.” Quickly helping him sit up, Changsun Wuji didn’t intend to hide it, “It was my junior brother who did it.” Fuck, I guessed it was this bastard, not

only Hurt my old pervert, and want to kill me, damn it, come out and fight!

“My junior brother did it, but if you are angry, you can beat me and scold me.” Changsun Wuji didn’t want to argue, and was even angry with Xi Jin, how could he hurt Yang Yang.

It wasn’t him who did it, and Mo Zhiyang was not stupid, “It’s none of your business.” Pushing the person away, he stood up abruptly, still a little dizzy, staggered and almost fainted.

Changsun Wuji hurried up to support him, “Are you okay?”

Xi Jin, who was secretly hiding at the door, happened to see this scene, and his teeth itch with hatred: Why didn’t Mo Zhiyang die, why didn’t he die!

“I’m fine.” Mo Zhiyang caught a glimpse of the so-called Junior Brother peeking outside the door, and it was rare that he didn’t push him away, or even hang on him, “It’s just a little dizzy.” “Dizzy ?

”

If dizziness may be a sequelae, Changsun Wuji quickly hugged him firmly in his arms, “It’s okay, I’ll rub it for you.” Xi Jin gritted his teeth as he watched from outside the door, how could he cling to his senior

brother so shamelessly, why did he Don’t die, why don’t you die!

Feeling the resentment in his eyes, Mo Zhiyang leaned against his arms, pretending: Are you angry? Just to piss you off, slightly!

Changsun Wuji put his arms around him, and he didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly, for fear of destroying the rare tenderness, so Yang Yang was finally willing to let him touch him.

How difficult it is, alas.

“How about we go back?” Changsun Wuji was afraid that something would happen to him, “Leave it to me.”

Anyway, the preparations have been finished, and we just wait for the opening the day after tomorrow. Mo Zhiyang nodded, “That’s fine.”

Clothing store On the opening day, the business was inexplicably good. After cleaning up the shop, Mo Zhiyang invited Xu Tian to dinner and drank soda. Xu Tian said that the girl named Rongxue had approached him and asked him to have dinner with him.

Xu Tian didn’t dare to go, so he asked Xiaoyang.

At first he wanted to stop it, but Mo Zhiyang thought about it, what if Xu Tian also likes it? It shouldn’t be stopped, “Then you go and try, we won’t go next time if you’re not happy.”

“Okay.” Xu Tian gulped down another bottle of soda. “You eat meat, don’t just drink soda.” Good guy, he didn’t eat boiled mutton, and he drank four bottles of soda. Mo Zhiyang hurriedly boiled the meat for him, “You have worked hard

today.”

It’s hard work.” Xu Tian put the soda in front of him, “Taoist, you drink a bottle too.”

Changsun Wuji shook his head and refused, “No need.”

“You can eat, it’s fine.” Mo Zhiyang said Saying this, he put the freshly boiled mutton into the bowl in front of him, and pretended nothing happened.

Although he was still in bigu, he had to eat the poison given by Yangyang, the eldest grandson Wuji raised his chopsticks, picked up the mutton and ate it.

I haven’t eaten for a long time, and I suddenly tasted it, and I feel a little uncomfortable.

The three of them were full and went back slowly.

“Taoist priest, why do you keep looking at Xiaoyang?” When Xu Tian was eating, he found that no matter what he did, the Taoist priest’s eyes were always on Xiaoyang.

“Because I only have room for him.” At this moment, when Changsun Wuji said this, his eyes were still looking at him.

Mo Zhiyang lowered his head and did not respond to his love words.

The moonlight is not good tonight.

It’s so strange, Xu Tian couldn’t figure out what happened to the two of them, so he stopped thinking about it.

The business of the clothing store is surprisingly good. Mo Zhiyang is so busy every day that his feet are not touching the ground, and his eldest grandson Wuji is on the sidelines. After only a few days, he began to think about hiring someone.

At noon, I took the time to go to the next door to eat noodles with fried sauce, ordered three bowls as usual, and put them all in front of Mo Zhiyang.

“Eat slowly.” Changsun Wuji peeled the garlic for him.

While eating happily, someone suddenly broke into the noodle shop, a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, followed by a secretary wearing black-rimmed glasses.

The two people have extraordinary personalities, and they seem out of place as soon as they come in.

But the most out of place is Wuji, the eldest grandson who peels garlic.

“Master Dao!” The man in the tunic suit recognized him as soon as he saw him, and walked over quickly, “Master Dao, my father suddenly fell ill, can you go back with me to see?” At this juncture, if something happens to my father,

then Oops.

Mo Zhiyang continued to eat noodles, Changsun Wuji continued to peel garlic, the two of them didn’t seem to hear his words.

“Master Dao!” The middle-aged man sat down on the chair beside him, “Master Dao, as long as you are willing to help…” “Shhh~” The

man

‘s words were interrupted by the sound of eating noodles, and the man turned his head to look at the boy who was buried in eating noodles , out of anger, “You, here’s the money, you go eat somewhere else!”

Mo Zhiyang ate half of it, with the noodles still in his mouth, looking at the money he handed over inexplicably: There is this kind of good thing? There is still money to eat noodles.

“Yangyang.” Changsun Wuji handed him the garlic in his hand, “Is this how this gentleman begs for help?”

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the Taoist priest knew him.” Only he can help himself.

Reaching out to take the garlic handed over by Zhangsun Wuji, Mo Zhiyang buried his head and continued to eat, but looked up at the man from time to time: Damn it, you were slow just now, otherwise you would have already got the money.

unwise.

“I was too rude just now. Can the Taoist priest save my father? Only the Taoist priest can do it.” The man’s tone was really humble.

But Changsun Wuji didn’t pay attention, he lowered his head and lowered his eyes to peel the garlic for Yangyang, as if he was doing something very important.

“Daoist!”

“Daoist, I beg you, you must save my father.”

…

Mo Zhiyang continued to eat noodles, and Changsun Wuji continued to peel garlic.

“Daozhang!”

“Yangyang, do you think I should save him?” Changsun Wuji suddenly asked him the question.

Ah this? Indecision, quantum mechanics, what do you ask me.

“Huh?” Mo Zhiyang bit off the noodles in his mouth, smashed his mouth, looked at the expectant eyes of the middle-aged man, “Then, then go?” “Then go.” He took out the handkerchief and gave it to him

. He wiped his mouth, Changsun Wuji purposely made this good man to Yang Yang, this old man’s family has a lot of power, if Yang Yang sells a good one to them.

If something happens in the future, they will definitely not sit idly by.

“Thank you, thank you!”

Unexpectedly, it was this noodle-eating boy who talked to Daochang, and the man looked at Mo Zhiyang gratefully.

Xiao Bailian was at a loss, what was going on?

“Will you go with Yangyang when you have time tonight?” Changsun Wuji clapped his hands and rubbed the garlic off his fingers.

The man was a little nervous, “Tonight?” He might not be able to make it through the afternoon, and if it was tonight, it might be too late, “Can I do it now?”

Then, Changsun Wuji looked at Yangyang again.

No, you are hesitant, just ask quantum mechanics, don’t keep looking at me, do I look like a dice? If you can’t make up your mind, just look at me, what can you see in my face?

“Why are you looking at me again?” Mo Zhiyang narrowed his deer-like eyes and crossed his arms.

“Then Yangyang, when are we going?”

“Hi~” Mo Zhiyang hiccupped with garlic, and turned to look at the anxious man, “Then go now, but I have to close the shop first. ”

As long as you are willing to help, the man breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you!”

After tidying up the store, he followed the two into the car. Mo Zhiyang and Changsun Wuji sat in the back seat, the man was in the co-pilot, and the secretary drove.

“Huh?”

He was sitting well, but Mo Zhiyang’s hand was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he turned his head to meet Changsun Wuji’s eyes.

Changsun Wuji didn’t say a word, but held his hand tightly.

Ignoring him, Mo Zhiyang tried his best to pull his hand out of his palm, but he grasped it tighter and tighter, as if he was holding something sweet.

“Let go!” Mo Zhiyang lowered his voice, but still disturbed the two people in front.

Pretending to be a fool and pretending not to hear, Changsun Wuji clenched his hand stubbornly, as if he could redeem something if he didn’t let go now.

“Let go!”

Anger could be heard in the voice this time, but Changsun Wuji still didn’t want to let go.

Mo Zhiyang’s face darkened, and he didn’t let him go because he was pretending to be stupid. He pulled his hand back forcefully, the back of his hand was pinched red, and he didn’t care.

Looking at the cold palm, Changsun Wuji closed his red eyes.