Song Qingmo looked at Mu Hengshi, who had no grudges and was still asking for a lot. At this moment, the man was still sitting on his swing. Song Qingmo laughed angrily. This was his territory, and he was being so shameless. Song Qingmo turned around and wanted to leave, but this time he learned his lesson and took advantage of Mu Hengshi's gaze to run away. Mu Hengshi stared at Song Qingmo intently. Song Qingmo stood there awkwardly. He didn't understand why Mu Hengshi was staring at him. How could he leave like this?
Song Qingmo now misses the servants in the villa, but he sent them away when he came back today. He wanted to enjoy his own world, but he didn't expect to shoot himself in the foot. It's better to be alone in the world of two people.
Mu Hengshi looked at Song Qingmo, who was becoming increasingly outstanding. He realized that something must have happened to him and that he had lost his memory. But Song Qingmo's reaction was calm. In the past, he would have been very anxious and stayed by his side. He wouldn't be like this now, refusing to even cook him a bowl of noodles and being so distant with him. Mu Hengshi pursed his lips tightly, and a sense of resentment emanated from him.
After a short stalemate with Song Qingmo, Mu Hengshi felt that it would be better for him to speak first, "Song Qingmo, no matter what happened between us, you would cook longevity noodles and make cakes for me on my birthday. Have you forgotten?" Song Qingmo heard that Mu Hengshi still remembered his childhood nonsense. Although they were ambitions he had given up, he thought that Mu Hengshi did not take it seriously and had forgotten it long ago. He did not expect that he remembered it so clearly.
He was a man of principle. If he promised someone something and they forgot, he wouldn't bother to do it. But if they mentioned it, he would still keep his promise. Song Qingmo rolled his eyes. This man really knew how to control himself. At this moment, Song Qingmo and Mu Hengshi's stomachs growled in unison. Gurgle...
Song Qingmo and Mu Heng looked at each other for a moment, then turned their faces away. If you look closely at Song Qingmo and Mu Heng, you can see that their faces are slightly red.
However, the tense atmosphere was somewhat eased. "Well, okay, I'll make longevity noodles for the last time. You can ask someone else to make it for you in the future. Just don't look for me." After saying that, Song Qingmo rushed to the kitchen. Mu Hengshi looked at Song Qingmo's back and whispered, "Only you will cook for me, and I only eat what you cook." Unfortunately, the words were dissipated into whispers as the cool breeze blew by. Only the person who said it heard what he said, but the person he said it to had no idea.
Mu Hengshi got up from the swing. Song Qingmo still had some time to cook noodles. He felt that being here was meaningless without Song Qingmo. Mu Hengshi walked towards the kitchen. Before leaving, he looked at the mess on the floor. He wanted to ask Song Qingmo for tools later and clean it up himself.
Mu Hengshi walked to the kitchen door but didn't go in. He watched Song Qingmo wearing an apron and carefully kneading the dough. He felt a sudden warmth in his heart. He watched Song Qingmo toiling for him. Song Qingmo was a very capable person and a qualified opponent. Whether it was studying or cooking, he could do it easily. He thought that if someone could marry Song Qingmo in the future, that person would be very happy.
Mu Hengshi's thoughts wandered as he thought about it. If that was the case, why couldn't it be him, Mu Hengshi, in the future? Thinking of this, he curled up the corners of his lips in pleasure, and wanted to go over and cook with Song Qingmo. Seeing Mu Hengshi standing at the kitchen door with a silly smile on his face, Song Qingmo didn't pay much attention. He thought that this guy was really a young master, actually ordering him to work here. They had already fallen out, so could they have some sense of boundaries?
Song Qingmo's strength suddenly increased, and the chopping board he was using to cut scallions banged against the silent night. The knife, gleaming silver, chopped at the board again and again, leaving several marks on the board as it struggled to bear the weight.
Mu Hengshi walked closer to the scene. He was not afraid at all, but instead thought Song Qingmo looked even cuter at the moment. Song Qingmo looked up at Mu Hengshi, glared at him fiercely, and deliberately raised the knife in his hand and waved it towards Mu Hengshi, signaling him to stay away from him, so as not to be blinded by the sword.
Mu Hengshi was in a good mood and didn't bother to argue with him. He said in a cheerful voice, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Song Qingmo said nothing, quickly finishing the chopped green onions on the chopping board, and then went to see if the noodles in the pot were cooked.
Mu Hengshi was unfamiliar with everything in the kitchen. As the heir of the Mu family, he rarely went into the kitchen when he had nothing to do, but he could still make ends meet. He looked around the kitchen and found that the noodles were almost cooked. There was no place for him to show off, so he just sat at the dining table and waited for Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo saw Mu Hengshi sitting at the dining table like an old man, and he didn't even know how to get his own bowl. He slammed the noodles in his hand in front of Mu Hengshi in annoyance. Mu Hengshi looked at the more than enough chili oil in the bowl and knew that Song Qingmo must be throwing a tantrum. "Eat quickly, didn't I hear you making a fuss just now?" Song Qingmo looked at Mu Hengshi staring at the chili oil in his bowl. It was originally his share, but he decided to give it to Mu Hengshi. It wouldn't be too spicy to kill him.
Mu Hengshi raised his head and looked at Song Qingmo tenderly, "Okay, your stomach was growling just now, let's eat together." Song Qingmo looked at Mu Hengshi with this look, and suddenly felt a little disgusted when he thought about how he usually looked at Wen Zhiling in the same way.
"Don't look at me like that. If Wen Zhiling knew about this, who knows how he would deal with me."
Mu Hengshi asked with some confusion, "Wen Zhiling, who is that? It sounds familiar."
Song Qingmo rolled his eyes again, "That's your boyfriend, if he doesn't sound familiar to you, who would?"
Mu Hengshi was shocked. He actually had a boyfriend. How was it possible? Mu Hengshi's voice trembled a little, "I have a boyfriend. You lied to me, right?" Song Qingmo looked at his unacceptable expression and thought of Mu Hengshi who kept hanging around in front of him a few days ago because he had a boyfriend.
"Why are you so shocked? You will definitely be very happy when you see Wen Zhiling. There's a saying that goes, even if you lose your memory, if you truly love someone, you will fall in love again. I believe you will understand when you see Wen Zhiling."
Mu Hengshi shook his head. Although he had lost his memory, what he felt in his heart now was that the person he liked was Song Qingmo, not the one named Wen Zhiling.
Song Qingmo felt a little emotional, looking at his childhood friend. He thought this was the last time he'd cook this bowl of noodles for him, so there was no point in saying these nasty things. "Alright, this is the last time I'll celebrate your birthday. Don't overthink it. Eat this bowl of noodles and go back. Someone will tell you everything. By then, I'm afraid you won't be so nice to me anymore."
Mu Hengshi tried hard to recall why he suddenly had a boyfriend. It was obvious that he liked Song Qingmo both physically and mentally. Why did this happen? Mu Hengshi's head started to hurt again. "How could this be? Remember it quickly... There must be a misunderstanding." Mu Hengshi slapped his head hard, trying to recover his lost memory.
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