"Cough, cough!..." After a few breaths, Song Qingmo finally recovered, but his throat was still burning with pain. The pain stimulated his tear glands, and tears flowed in streams. He hunched over, unable to see Mu Heng's complex expression. Naturally, this also allowed him to take a moment to catch his breath, so as not to be too embarrassed.

After catching his breath, he wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve and sat down again. He didn't want to understand why Mu Hengshi suddenly became so sad and didn't want to take his life. The silence in the car returned to the beginning. Song Qingmo's expressionless face made Mu Hengshi secretly relieved, but his eyes always inadvertently found the purple mark on his neck.

Even though he had calmed down just now, the palpitations in his heart that he almost killed Song Qingmo had never stopped, and his hands were still shaking slightly.

After that, Mu Hengshi never appeared in front of Song Qingmo again. The method of humiliating him was also very simple. Every day, Song Qingmo was asked to clean the huge villa. All the servants left, leaving only him alone.

Song Qingmo didn't have many complaints. Mu Hengshi was rarely seen, and the agreement he'd placed on the table that day also put a heavy burden of worry to rest. The agreement stipulated that if he satisfied Mu Hengshi, he would set his family free and pay off the Song family's debts.

Honestly, when the assistant pulled out the contract, the last clause felt like compensation for strangling him. But Song Qingmo didn't care. Since there was a bargain, anyone who didn't agree was a fool. He'd been feeling uneasy for the past few days. How could he be a dog? After all these days, could it be that he was really just a servant?

At this moment, Song Qingmo was mopping the floor. Although his body was damaged by the poison, fortunately he was still able to do the housework.

After a few days of peace and tranquility, Mu Hengshi suddenly came back. Song Qingmo was surprised to hear the sudden roar of the car in the quiet night. It was only 7 o'clock. Didn't that person get off work at 10 o'clock?

Normally, they would intentionally stagger their schedules, but somehow, Mu Hengshi had snapped and returned early. He was just about to hide in the babysitter's room when the door opened with a click. Mu Hengshi had been feeling depressed these past few days, his mind filled with the thought of killing Song Qingmo, which intensified. Subconsciously, he didn't want to actually hurt Song Qingmo, so he had been hiding for the past few days.

A little drunk today, he managed to steady himself and asked his assistant to take him home. When they arrived at the villa, Mu Hengshi asked his assistant to go back first.

The light was on, and he knew that Song Qingmo was not asleep and was waiting for him to come back for dinner. He took an eager step and walked into the room.

"Click" the door opened.

"Song Qingmo, I'm back." Mu Hengshi spotted the man in the center of the hall immediately. Because he'd been drinking, his voice was lower and deeper than usual, and his features softened, making him look like a completely different person.

But in Song Qingmo's eyes, Mu Hengshi was like a drunkard. He hated cigarettes and alcohol, and at this moment, he could smell the alcohol on Mu Hengshi from a distance away. While the smell wasn't unpleasant, it was definitely not pleasant.

Seeing Mu Heng like this, Song Qingmo's madness that day was still vivid in his mind. His body was stiff, and his brain was frantically thinking about whether he should run away.

Just as he was about to move, Mu Hengshi came in front of him without knowing when. Seeing that he was in a daze, Mu Hengshi waved his hand in front of Song Qingmo's eyes unhappily, "Why don't you say anything..."

Song Qingmo pulled the corner of his mouth speechlessly. What the hell, but he still had to calm Mu Hengshi down first. He slowly stepped back, "Mu Hengshi, have you eaten yet? I've prepared dinner."

Seeing Mu Heng, he shook his head and gritted his teeth, "So you want to drink the hangover soup first?" He shook his head again.

Song Qingmo seemed angry, haha... quite cute. In fact, Mu Hengshi himself didn't know what he wanted to do. He just wanted to hear Song Qingmo's voice and the vivid expression of exasperation on his face. Mu Hengshi thought to himself.

When did things become like this between them? He leaned forward, his eyes a little confused.

The roles have been reversed. He was clearly the one who was angry before, but now that person has become Song Qingmo.

"Xiao Mo... I..." Mu Hengshi fainted in Song Qingmo's arms before he could finish his words. He rested his head on his shoulder, and chose a comfortable position before he could completely move. Song Qingmo was numb. When Mu Hengshi pressed down on him in an instant, he almost collapsed under the pressure. Fortunately, he didn't fall down, otherwise he would have become the first person in ancient and modern times to be crushed to death.

I punched Mu Hengshi several times on the back, but he didn't react. I confirmed that he was drunk as a pig.

Good morning? As Mu Hengshi rose from his bed, the sunlight filtering through the window stung his eyes. He glanced around the room, rubbing his head with his hands, unsure of how he'd gotten back. He vaguely remembered a few fragments from last night, but they were still blurry. "Forget it." He glanced at the time. It was 9 o'clock, too late for work. Even though he was the boss and no one dared to tell him off, he still dressed and prepared to go out.

Song Qingmo did his own thing. He just wandered around the garden. Mu Heng had restricted his freedom, so he could only wander around the villa and have fun. Today, as usual, he was destroying the flowers and plants in the garden. He was worried, wondering how his father and mother were doing. Every time he thought about it, he would pick a flower, pulling it out while cursing.

Mu Hengshi got dressed and just walked out the door when he heard someone scolding him. He looked towards the voice and sure enough, Song Qingmo started again. He had known from the surveillance that his daily routine was to clean and scold him.

Looking at the cursing figure from behind, Mu Hengshi suddenly wanted to scare him.