"Song Qingmo, what's wrong with you? What did I do wrong to make you angry? Don't be angry, I won't touch you..." Mu Hengshi was not angry after being beaten. Instead, he looked helpless like a child, looking at Song Qingmo anxiously, and a broken and pitiful voice choked out of his mouth.
Xiaoke put Song Qingmo's hand down when she was looking at Leng Muheng. She wanted to touch the corner of Song Qingmo's clothes, but she didn't dare to do so because she was afraid that Song Qingmo would get angry again. Her hand kept moving back and forth in the air.
Song Qingmo looked at the man in front of him, and for a moment, he was filled with indescribable emotions. Mu Hengshi was no longer as cold and indifferent as he used to be towards him, nor as aggressive as he was in his previous life. But he didn't want to understand. He turned his head away, not wanting to see Mu Hengshi playing pity on him. Seeing that Song Qingmo had been ignoring him, Mu Hengshi carefully pulled the corner of Song Qingmo's clothes with his hands and shook them gently.
Song Qingmo, as if in a state of stress, slapped Mu Heng's hand away, his pupils shrinking slightly. Turning to see Mu Heng, he saw tiny beads of sweat on his face from suppressing his emotions. The corners of his eyes were red, and his lips, bitten by him, looked even more rosy. Combined with the scratches on his face, oozing tiny beads of blood, he had a strange and cruel beauty.
Song Qingmo wasn't completely captivated by the stunning "beauty" before him. He marveled inwardly, "Tsk tsk, this guy has become a completely different person after taking the drug." But considering that Mu Hengshi hadn't done anything to him at the moment, and that he was still a minor, he took advantage of his conscience and injected Mu Hengshi with a needle in his wrist.
This was the antidote he bought from the hospital. He thought that if it was taken orally, it would be too cheap for Mu Hengshi, the scumbag. It would be more appropriate to prick Mu Heng with a needle. Song Qingmo felt happy in his heart. After all, in his eyes, injections were the most terrifying thing.
Mu Hengshi was pricked by the needle, and a trace of pain flashed across his face. He had already been scratched in many places, but he had been holding back and not crying out. He didn't want the person in front of him to worry about him. His body trembled slightly, and he raised his wet eyes to stare at Song Qingmo, "If I give you this, will Qingmo stop being angry with me?"
"Yeah, I'd be surprised if I wasn't angry with you..." When Mu Hengshi heard this, his eyes sparkled, but then they immediately became dull, his eyelids drooped, and he fell to the ground. Mu Hengshi didn't hear what happened next.
Song Qingmo bent over and looked at Mu Heng sleeping on the ground. He was still feeling a sense of resentment. He stretched out his legs and kicked Mu Heng's body. Just as he was thinking about whether to imitate his previous life and punch him a few more times, he heard footsteps behind him.
Song Qingmo gave up the idea. After all, he didn't want to beat someone else's husband and make him look worthless in front of others. What if Wen Zhiling lost interest after seeing Mu Heng's miserable appearance?
He was here to bring the two together, not to separate them. Wen Zhiling was already out of breath when he arrived here after cleaning up the scene. Surprise flashed in his eyes as he looked at Mu Heng lying on the ground. He had just been so bright and handsome, but now he was lying on the ground in such a mess. The man in black standing next to him was still as mysterious as ever, indifferent to what was happening under his feet.
Song Qingmo tapped his foot, indicating that Mu Hengshi had fainted, and asked Wen Zhiling to come and take him away. Wen Zhiling understood and stepped forward to help Mu Hengshi, who was covered in wounds and still blushing.
"You are a smart person, you know what to do, right?" Song Qingmo's deliberately lowered dark voice slowly sounded in the silent night.
Wen Zhiling nodded towards Song Qingmo with a hint of gratitude, and used his hands to pull Mu Hengshi up. Song Qingmo looked at Wen Zhiling, whose face looked a little red and ferocious due to excessive force. If it were not for maintaining his mysterious image, he would have wanted to remind him that he could actually treat it as a mobile phone to call 120, and then just go with him.
Song Qingmo turned his head away, unable to bear the sight of this tragedy. He had to hurry back home, lest his parents become suspicious when they saw he was gone. This time, he didn't have to stay with Mu Hengshi in the hospital. He could go back to swing and watch the stars. Since Wen Zhiling and Mu Hengshi had already arranged a meeting, Song Qingmo was delighted and quickened his pace, heading towards his home.
Because Song Qingmo injected Mu Heng with the antidote, the effect of the drug had worn off by the time Wen Zhiling had struggled to help him reach the hospital.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the figure carrying him. It looked a bit like Song Qingmo, but he wasn't. Wasn't he with Song Qingmo now? He even put his face against Song Qingmo's hand. Who was this person? Why was he here?
Mu Hengshi struggled to his feet, ignoring the wounds on his body. Wen Zhiling saw that Mu Hengshi had woken up and wanted to call a nurse on the spot, but Mu Hengshi's cold voice spoke before him, "Who are you? Where is Song Qingmo?"
Wen Zhiling knew who Song Qingmo was that Mu Hengshi was talking about. He suppressed his aversion to the name Song Qingmo, put on a shy and timid look, and whispered, "You were alone when I found you. I didn't see anyone else with you. I saw your cheeks were very red, and I thought you had a cold, so I sent you to the hospital."
Mu Hengshi didn't like Wen Zhiling's behavior, whether in his past life or now. He interrupted Wen Zhiling in annoyance. He had seen many people like this one feigning timidity to attract attention. "Thank you for saving me. When the Mu family finds me later, I'll have them send you a thank-you gift. You probably have other things to do, right? I won't bother you anymore. Please leave."
Wen Zhiling looked at Mu Hengshi's eagle eyes, which seemed to see through his inner thoughts. He lowered his head, feeling a little guilty. Mu Hengshi was unmoved, and he was anxious. After all, he was his savior, and he was just like this? Didn't Xu Fengyi say that Mu Hengshi was gentle and polite to everyone? What was wrong with him today?
But he knew at this moment that Mu Hengshi had a bad impression of him, and he didn't want to continue to pester her. As he left, he said, "My name is Wen Zhiling. I don't need anything in return for saving you. It's just a small favor. Besides, I think we have a good relationship. I have a feeling that maybe we will meet again. If you really want to repay me, we can talk about it when we meet."
Mu Hengshi brought out the sweet and lovely voice to its fullest, neither too sweet nor too coquettish, and portrayed a strong but weak expression very well.
Mu Hengshi still had a calm expression on his face. He just wanted Wen Zhiling to leave his ward as soon as possible. He didn't have time to care about too much. He just wanted to ask why the person who clearly appeared in his mind disappeared.
His heart felt empty and aggrieved. Why was Song Qingmo gone? He had clearly met him. The wounds from the glass on his body were painful, but not as painful as the pain he felt at the moment.
Small Theater
Heartless Stone: Front, woo woo, wife, don’t be angry; Back, where is my wife, who is so old like me?
Qingxin Guyumo: I was really sad when I didn’t beat Mu Heng.
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