When Song Qingmo looked at Mu Heng, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up. He rubbed his eyes, widened his eyes and looked again. Mu Heng was really smiling. That smile seemed to have magic that stunned Song Qingmo.
Mu Hengshi's tone was much lighter: "Well, what do you want to say?"
Song Qingmo came back to his senses and tried to hide his embarrassment from the moment he was stunned. Fortunately, Song Qingmo's face was stiff enough to not reveal his true intentions. He coughed a few times strategically. "I don't mean any harm, it's just that... the letter was taken away by your mother. It's not too late for you to ask me to retrieve it now." Song Qingmo reminded Mu Heng again when he saw that he had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.
Mu Heng heard Song Qingmo's tone getting lower and lower, and felt a little unhappy, but he still followed Song Qingmo's words and asked, "What did you write in the letter?"
Song Qingmo felt guilty, with his hands in his pockets, pinching them, and said, "I just wrote about Wen Zhiling's expression in the alley, describing it vividly. This...we won't say much, hurry up! Take me in, I'll go get the letter from my aunt." Song Qingmo was in a hurry, thinking to himself that it was the eunuchs who were anxious, not the emperor.
Song Qingmo grabbed Mu Hengshi's hand, pressed the fingerprint combination lock on the villa door, and dragged Mu Hengshi into the living room with an anxious look on his face. Mu Hengshi looked at him calmly, but her ears were slightly red.
When Mu's mother saw who was coming to the door, she was a little surprised. Ever since that incident, Song Qingmo's family had less contact with them, and they didn't even have much business dealings with each other. She didn't expect to see Song Qingmo and her son together today.
Mother Mu held the letter in her hand and crossed my hands on her lap, looking dignified and elegant. She smiled at Song Qingmo and greeted him warmly: "Xiao Mo, how come you have time to sit with me today? Come on, come and sit next to me."
After Song Qingmo came in, he let go of Mu Hengshi's hand and walked over. He exchanged a few pleasantries with Mu Mu first, and finally asked, "Mu Mu, didn't you pick up a letter at the door today? I accidentally dropped the letter there, but you picked it up. I can't get into the villa, so I can only wait for Mu Hengshi to bring me in. Can you return the letter to me?"
Mu's mother picked up the letter and saw that it was signed by Mu Hengshi. She was a little confused. What was in the letter? Mu's mother hadn't opened the letter yet. "Xiao Mo, I see that the name on it is Hengshi. Since Hengshi is here, I don't think there's any need to take the letter back. Just leave it in Hengshi's hands."
Seeing that Mu's mother was about to hand the letter to Mu Hengshi, it was fine, Mu Hengshi knew about it anyway. But Song Qingmo changed his mind and decided that for the sake of safety, he had to take the letter back.
Song Qingmo showed a look of deep sorrow, "Aunt Mu, please let me take this letter back. I want to talk to Mu Hengshi. I already talked to him when I came in just now. And you know that my literary talent is not as good as Mu Hengshi's. Maybe he will laugh at me after reading the contents of the letter. Just give it back to me."
Seeing that Song Qingmo was determined to take the letter back, Mu's mother didn't say anything more. After all, the letter originally belonged to someone else. She handed the letter to Song Qingmo and said, "Xiao Mo, this letter is for you. Do you want to have dinner at your aunt's house today?" As she spoke, she glanced at her son and looked at Mu Hengshi with a bit of disappointment. He was like this, and he still wanted to pursue someone, as if he had an elm head. That time in the hospital, Mu's mother knew that Mu Hengshi liked Song Qingmo. After all, especially in recent years, the way her son looked at Song Qingmo was not pure.
When Song Qingmo heard Mu's mother invite him to dinner, he immediately panicked. The fear he had felt before came flooding back. The food at the Mu family wasn't bad, and Auntie's cooking was good. But his family's style was simple and elegant, and there was a lot of meat, which he really couldn't enjoy. Every time Song's mother brought him to the Mu family for dinner, he refused and didn't want to go at all, because eating at his house was like not eating at all. Every time Song Qingmo came back, he had to cook a little more to fill his stomach.
Song Qingmo could hardly hold back the smile on his face. He quickly bowed to Mu's mother, said hello, and ran away. It was as if a ghost was chasing him.
Mother Mu silently watched Song Qingmo leave, then stared at her son. "After all the hard work, Xiaomo came to our house, and you just let him go like that? And what was written in that letter? Hengshi."
Facing Mu's mother's questioning, Mu Hengshi said nothing. He sat on the sofa by himself, turning his head to stare at the door. "He wants to leave, what's the point of me stopping him? Actually, what you want to know more is the content of the letter, right? Don't worry, the content of the letter is nothing. Song Qingmo is talking to me, not to make peace with me." Mu Hengshi's tone was a little bitter.
Mu's mother said with a forced smile, "I won't interfere in your affairs as young people, and forget about that letter. Besides these, you should have something else to say to me." These things today were just episodes. The things that Mu's mother really wanted to talk about with Mu Heng happened to be about the same person who was written in Song Qingmo's letter.
Mu Hengshi was fully aware of his mother's question and wasn't surprised at all. After all, he had known about the spying plan for a long time. "Mother, what do you want me to say? You should know that Wen Zhiling was just a temporary hire. It's nothing serious."
Although Mu's mother knew her son was very smart, she still wanted to remind him, "It's nothing? Don't you know that Wen Zhiling has bad intentions?"
Mu Hengshi knew that Mu's mother wanted him to be careful, but Wen Zhiling alone was not enough for him to be on guard. "I know what's going on with this matter. Don't worry, don't worry."
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