Song Qingmo was busy running between this company and the media company every day, while Mu Hengshi started his plan to go abroad early because someone was not in school.

The days when Mu Hengshi was going abroad happened to be his birthday. The Mu family did not tell others that Mu Hengshi was going abroad to explore overseas markets, but just held a farewell party for him under the name of a birthday party.

The Mu family had invited the Song family, and he secretly hoped that Song Qingmo would come. After all, this might be the last chance to see him. Mu Heng hadn't seen Song Qingmo in the past few months, which made him unable to sleep well. As soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of Song Qingmo's face, and some vague images would appear in his dreams.

It felt like he wanted to grab onto something, but couldn't, and could only let it turn to ash and slip through his fingers. He felt very annoyed and anxious, but helpless. He didn't know what this meant. Did he like Song Qingmo? No, he liked Wen Zhiling. So why would he think of Song Qingmo every time? Every time he thought of this, he felt his head ache worse, and he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to think about it.

The banquet hosted by the Mu family was a grand one, inviting prominent figures from all walks of life to celebrate Mu Hengshi's birthday. However, Song Qingmo had no intention of going. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to attend? Mu Hengshi might get a headache the moment he saw him, and then start scolding him, and he didn't want to invite that bad luck. Every time he saw Mu Hengshi, he had a look of disgust, and he would clench his fists.

His parents would attend. He was a junior, so it wasn't a big deal if he didn't go. Song Qingmo's birthday was in the eighth month of the lunar calendar, while Mu Hengshi's was in the ninth month. Song Qingmo actually had a secret for not wanting to go. In the past, the height difference between Mu Hengshi and him wasn't that big, but as he got older, Mu Hengshi grew faster and faster, and was actually half a head taller than him. How could Song Qingmo, who was only a month older than him, accept this?

The days when Song Qingmo dragged Mu Hengshi to his villa to make him longevity noodles and cakes were long gone, lost in the long river of time. He and Mu Hengshi were just strangers, with nothing much to say. After much deliberation, he still didn't want to go.

However, while Mu Hengshi was there, holding a party, Song Qingmo could sneak back to his own home without worrying about running into Mu Hengshi. Song Qingmo returned home and rolled around comfortably on his little bed, which he had missed for a long time. He then ran to his own swing and started swinging. Sure enough, his own doghouse was more comfortable.

Song Qingmo suddenly had an idea. Looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator, he decided to make a meal himself. Although his parents had come to his apartment to celebrate his birthday, he had been spending the past few years in the villa. It felt a little off, so today he decided to fulfill his regret by himself.

Mu Hengshi saw that most of the guests had arrived, but Song Qingmo still hadn't shown up at the door. He couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes. He looked at Wen Zhiling, who was dressed elegantly but still gentle, and realized that he had someone he loved by his side, and his parents were also there. There was no reason for him to feel lost. This was his farewell party in China, and he wanted to be at his best. This was the prelude to his overseas expansion.

Mu Hengshi adjusted his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a well-tailored tuxedo, a jewel brooch, and his hair was meticulously done. He could indeed be described as extremely handsome.

He gazed out the window at the countless lights, then at the merchants at the banquet, each with their own hidden agenda and fawning over him. Suddenly, he longed to quietly sit on a swing and slowly eat a bowl of longevity noodles or a cake made by that man. Mu Hengshi covered his head, trying to recall the image that had just flashed through his mind. Who was that person? Why would he do this to him? Even though the image of that person was blurry, he had a hunch: it was Song Qingmo.

Wen Zhiling came in and saw Mu Hengshi, who looked distressed. He wanted to go over and help him up. He finally had the chance to show his face in the upper class today, all thanks to Mu Hengshi. This time, he had to hold on to Mu Hengshi tightly. There couldn't be any mistakes today. Because Mu Hengshi promised him that he would announce that he was his official boyfriend today.

Mu Heng heard a noise and looked up to see that it was Wen Zhiling. The light in his eyes went out, and he brushed away Wen Zhiling's hand with his hand, then stumbled out through the back door.

Wen Zhiling didn't react for a moment after seeing Mu Hengshi leave. Then he quickly shouted, "Hengshi, where are you going? Come back quickly, the banquet is about to start."

Wen Zhiling looked at Mu Hengshi's receding back with a cold gaze. He stamped his feet, turned around and went to find Mu's father and mother to explain the situation. He did not mention anything about what Mu Hengshi had promised him, and asked them to go find Mu Hengshi quickly.

Mu Hengshi walked outside and stopped a car, "Driver, take me to No. 182 Jinxiu Road." Mu Hengshi's mind was in a mess now. He just wanted to go home and see someone. That person's name was on the tip of his tongue. He prayed in his heart, hoping that person must be there.

When the driver saw Mu Hengshi, he was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an extraordinary appearance, but he was sweating profusely. He wanted to ask Mu Hengshi if he wanted to go to the hospital first, but Mu Hengshi refused and let him drive.

When Mu's mother came out, she wanted to ask the bodyguards to stop Mu Hengshi, but when she arrived, she saw that the taxi that Mu Hengshi had taken had already sped away, so it was too late. Mu's mother had no choice but to take the bodyguards back to clean up the mess.

When the people at the banquet heard that the protagonist was sick, they looked at each other with different expressions. This Mu family is really interesting. They held two major banquets. The Su family was arrested by the police and the banquets became bad. Today, the birthday boy was sick again. They didn't want to care about the specific reasons. Anyway, the Mu family invited them, so they just wanted to show their appreciation.

Over here, Song Qingmo kneaded the dough and added the noodles. In just a few moments, a bowl of fragrant oil-splashed chili, egg and tomato noodles was ready. Because Song Qingmo grew up in Sichuan, his appetite was different from those in the north, and he especially liked spicy food. When he made it for Mu Heng in the past, he would put less chili, but today, since he was the birthday boy, he could make it as spicy as he wanted. The eggs and tomatoes were gone, and only a layer of bright red chili floating on the snow-white bowl wall was seen. Song Qingmo looked at the bowl of red noodles and his appetite suddenly opened up. He sat on the swing holding the noodles and started eating.

Song Qingmo was so engrossed in his eating that he didn't notice the sudden appearance of someone behind him. "Song Qingmo," Mu Hengshi's voice rasped, startling him so much that he nearly lost control of the bowl, nearly spilling it. He jumped down in reaction, the hair on his head standing up slightly from the shock. He turned around, holding the bowl, and saw Mu Hengshi staring at him intently, the jeweled brooch on his chest gleaming a faint blue-green light.