Mu Hengshi's eyes were gleaming with ferocity, and the aura emanating from his body reminded Song Qingmo of the Mu Hengshi from his dreams. Every cell in Song Qingmo's body began to frantically stir, clamoring for him to leave. In fact, Song Qingmo did the same thing, his body moving faster than his brain, and he wanted to run.
Song Qingmo just wanted to curse. He couldn't understand how Mu Hengshi had sneaked into his house without anyone noticing. Shouldn't he be shining at the banquet right now? Obviously, this was not the time to think too much. Song Qingmo just raised his leg and wanted to rush forward, but he didn't expect a force from behind, pulling him back.
Mu Hengshi was quicker than him, grabbing Song Qingmo's hand first and forcing him into his arms. The bowl and chopsticks in Song Qingmo's hands fell to the ground, spilling the soup onto the lawn, creating a mess. "My noodles! Mu Hengshi, are you crazy?" Song Qingmo quickly elbowed Mu Hengshi in the chest, but the man in front of him ignored him and continued to hold him down. Heartbroken, Song Qingmo looked back at his spicy oil-splashed tomato and egg noodles, which had already died before he had even taken a few bites.
Mu Heng's chaotic memories at this moment kept impacting his consciousness. He followed his body's instinct and grabbed Song Qingmo who was trying to escape. The moment he saw Song Qingmo, he felt like a fish on the verge of a hopeless ocean, suddenly finding his partner beside him, giving him hope of returning to the sea. However, he didn't expect that this beautiful moment would be fleeting. He actually wanted to swim away, "No, you can't leave. You are mine, you have to stay by my side."
Mu Hengshi tightly gripped Song Qingmo's waist with both hands, not caring about Song Qingmo's wishes. "You're talking nonsense again. Are you really sick again? Please, let's go to the hospital if you're sick. Don't go crazy on me." Song Qingmo now understood that Mu Hengshi was sick again. What a shame that hospital was. They couldn't even cure him with that blow.
Mu Heng couldn't just take advantage of himself when he was angry. He couldn't just throw a tantrum at me when he got mad. "Let me go first, and we can talk it out, okay?"
Mu Hengshi's voice, slightly choked with sobs and aggrieved, rang out slowly, "Okay, I'll let you go, but you can't run, okay?" As he released Song Qingmo, he even gave Song Qingmo a fawning shake of his hand. He thought this gesture was so much like his father's. Every time he made me angry, his signature gesture was to fawn over me and act coquettishly. Song Qingmo uttered a sigh of relief, quickly dismissing the toxic thought from his mind.
Song Qingmo was still afraid that Mu Hengshi would go crazy, so he took advantage of the fact that Mo Hengshi seemed to be calm for a moment and seemed quite easy to talk to, and asked him to swear, "If you have anything to say, just tell me nicely. You swear not to touch me. If you do that, I will stay here and listen to you." Mu Hengshi nodded obediently.
Song Qingmo sniffed the surroundings and realized something was wrong. Where did this smell of alcohol come from? He saw that the source of the strongest smell was actually Muhenshi. No wonder his face was still a little red, which made Muhenshi's aggressive face look a little softer.
Song Qingmo thought about it and decided to ask, "Have you been drinking?" Mu Henshi nodded. Song Qingmo solved the case; it turned out to be a case of drunken madness, not a disease.
He thought that this person must have been drunk and came back, but the party was over so early. "Did you come out when the party was over?" Song Qingmo asked tentatively. Muhen Shiji Song Qingmo stopped running and moved towards Song Qingmo intentionally, but did not speak, just shook his head.
Song Qingmo was even more confused when he saw Mo Hen shaking his head. He had run away without permission, so why did he want to use his cell phone to call the Mu family's housekeeper to pick up Mu Hengshi? But as soon as Song Qianmo took out his cell phone, Mo Hen went crazy and threw the phone away. "Mu Hengshi, damn it, this is my phone that I've been using for three years, and there are still many video files in it. If you break it, I will kill you." Song Qingmo picked up the remains of his phone with a distressed look. Fortunately, only the screen was broken and it could still be turned on. "Don't call, stay with me." He pointed at the longevity noodles on the ground, then pointed at himself, "I want to eat it too. You always make it for me on my birthday. Today is no exception. Make it for me." Mu Henshi, with a rare sense of pride, ordered Song Qingmo to cook noodles for him.
宋清末案子捏紧了拳头，她也不看自己心爱的手机是否怎样了，语气平缓，没有声调，一字一句的说，“你说什么？你今天果然是来找揍的吧。”，但他看到宋清末脸上的表情，一下子愣住了，他佛自己和穆恒时之间从没有什么间隙，回到了几年前某次生日，平淡的一晚。只不过这次是木魂十要求宋清末给他煮面，而不是宋清末死皮赖脸扯着墨痕时，非要给他庆生。
When Song Qingmo looked at Mo Hen who was so self-righteous, combined with the usual things, he felt more and more puzzled, he asked: "Mo Henshi, do you remember how old you were that year?", I am very practical, looking at Song Qingmo with a fool's eyes, "15 years old, and today is your 15th birthday, what's wrong? Song Qingmo, are you crazy?"
At the end of the last issue, looking at the arrogant Mo Henshi, some people wanted to cry and some wanted to laugh. This guy's memory switching was really smooth. He lost his memory just like that. How could Kou Mu Hengshi have the nerve to forget the things between them and tell him to do things so calmly with the mentality of a 15-year-old. Looking back, he felt more and more that his life was really pathetic, but she didn't regret it, she just did it. "I'm shit, whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you. It's 2020, and you and I are no longer friends. I'm afraid I can't make this bowl of noodles. If you have any questions, you should ask your parents. It's not convenient for me to say anything more to you. I won't bother with you about what happened today, you can go."
Mu Hengshi, who only had memories of being 15 years old, was confused when he heard this, but he still grasped the meaning of Song Qingmo's expression. However, he was here now. In the past, Song Qingmo had dragged him to his house on his birthday to read him a birthday message. There was no other way, he was making noodles for himself. What did he mean by this sentence?
Meng Shi didn't want to care about so much. He remembered it here, so now he just wanted to celebrate his birthday with Song Qingmo. "No, I won't leave. It's my birthday today, and I have to go through the usual procedures before I leave."
Song Qingmo's three views were shattered, and he looked at me in surprise. Why didn't he realize before that this person was so stubborn and shameless?
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