Mu Hengshi looked at Song Qingmo, who lowered his head and refused to admit his mistake, and did not embarrass him. Song Qingmo's condition was not right. Could it be that he was hurting somewhere else? "Song Qingmo, your foot is a little sprained. Is there something wrong? Take off your shoes and I'll take a look at you."
When Song Qingmo heard the precious Mu Heng bend down to show him his feet, he retracted his feet and protected his shoes with his hands. He had been standing for so long that his feet must have been smelly, and he didn't want to embarrass himself further.
Seeing that Song Qingmo's face had turned red, Mu Hengshi chuckled. He bent down and put his hand on Song Qingmo's hand, "Take your hand away, I'll help you take a look. Don't worry, I won't dislike you. But if your foot is covered, the wound might get infected. Be obedient." Song Qingmo looked dazed for a moment. In his previous life, Mu Hengshi had treated him well like this, but he didn't seem as gentle and sincere as he did now.
But he had actually felt grateful to Mu Hengshi before, only to be slapped in the face in the end. The Song family collapsed overnight, burdened with a massive debt. Mu Hengshi finally revealed his true face, spewing words that made Song Qingmo heartbroken and angry. "You think I really like you, but in fact, every minute I'm with you makes me feel disgusted. If I hadn't wanted to gain trust by bringing down the Song family, I wouldn't be like this. I wish I could skin you alive and leave your body at Xiaoling's grave for him to see."
Song Qingmo never thought that he would become the breakthrough point that destroyed the Song family while he was supposed to protect them. He hated himself so much...
Influenced by the emotions of his previous life, Song Qingmo kicked Mu Hengshi in the chest, "Get out! Stay away from me. I don't want you to pretend to be kind here." Song Qingmo's gentle and warm face was split into two extremes by hatred and rationality, looking a little hideous.
Mu Hengshi's body hit the back of the cushion, and his chest felt dull and painful. He didn't know if it was the pain from being kicked or his emotions. He slowly moved his hands towards Song Qingmo's face, wanting to hug him and comfort him, but he stopped abruptly in mid-air. He knew that Song Qingmo was resisting his approach.
Mu Hengshi whispered in a negotiating tone, "Oh, forget it, I won't touch you, then let's go home now, okay?" He didn't even know when his temper had become so good. He was hit by Song Qingmo again and again, but he didn't lose his temper. Instead, he felt endless heartache in return.
He was a little excited in his heart. After all, he had some more intimate contact with Song Qingmo, and Song Qingmo seemed to open his heart more to him. It was not a loss.
Song Qingmo didn't want to stay in the same space with Mu Hengshi anymore. Thinking of the past, he was really afraid that he would lose control and want to kill Mu Hengshi. Song Qingmo took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm, "Get out of the way and let me go."
"No, I can promise you other things, but not this one. So I'll go down, and you take my car back..." Song Qingmo became more and more angry as he saw Mu Henshi lowering his posture in front of him.
"You don't have to be like this. I can't afford your car, Master Mu. I'm afraid it will shorten my life. Please let me go." Hearing this, Mu Hengshi felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. It hurt so much. Normally, Mu Hengshi would have thought Song Qingmo was joking with him, but now he felt that what Song Qingmo said seemed to be true.
Mu Hengshi was still in a daze. Song Qingmo opened the car door and got out without even looking at him. The driver followed Song Qingmo out of the car with a bewildered look on his face. He had seen the whole scene, but it was like a fight between gods, so he didn't dare to say a word. He took Song Qingmo's bicycle out of the trunk. Song Qingmo thanked him and carried his own bicycle away.
Mu Hengshi slowly straightened up, sat dejectedly in the car seat, and said in a dignified tone, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today." The driver nodded to indicate that he would never tell anyone after hearing these oppressive words. "Drive, and quietly follow Song Qingmo. Don't let him find out."
After that incident, Song Qingmo kept his distance from Mu Hengshi, and Mu Hengshi did not bother him either. They lived in peace for a while.
On Song Qingmo's 16th birthday, the Virgin Mary seemed very excited. Song's mother, who was delivering final exams, was sitting next to him. She was looking at her phone with a bright smile, her shoulders shaking. From time to time, she looked at Song Qingmo with a teasing look. Song Qingmo knew that his mother would definitely act up like she did on his 16th birthday last time.
He decided to cut his losses in time, holding down his mother's phone and smiling gently, showing off his two rows of white teeth. He spoke word by word, "Well, my dear mother, what do you want to do? You are smiling so happily, why don't you show it to your son to make him happy?"
Song's mother's smile froze, she slowly turned her head and responded awkwardly, "This is an adult matter, you little kid shouldn't meddle in it..." Song's mother looked at Song Qingmo's face full of understanding, and since she had seen everything, she didn't pretend anymore.
The Virgin Mary went from being self-righteous at the beginning to being dejected. "I just want you to make more friends, so I want to invite your classmates to join you. What's wrong with that?" When Song Qimo heard what he said, the smile on her face gradually faded, her eyelids drooped, and there was a hint of anger between her brows.
"You don't even know my character, yet you actually want to invite people over." Mother Song raised her hands in surrender, with a hint of flattery, "This is because Mom didn't tell you in advance. I apologize here. Don't be angry. We won't invite those people."
"Oh," Song Qingmo turned his head away. When his tone slowed down, Song's mother knew that he was no longer angry. She felt a little disappointed. Her son was afraid that he would end up alone. It would not be easy to find a companion for him.
Song Qingmo quietly noticed the changes in Song's mother. Seeing that her mother had lost her fighting spirit and was sitting on the leather sofa and sighing repeatedly, he felt a little sorry for her. He knew that her starting point was for his own good, but his world was very small and there was no room for anyone else except the two of them.
"Okay, Mom, I know you're doing this for my own good...but let's just celebrate it the same way as before." Song Qingmo was speaking, and his mother's eyes lit up when she heard him speak halfway. He quickly said that he still wanted to celebrate his birthday quietly.
"Oh, that's fine. But this year I'm going to make you a lot of delicious food to celebrate your promotion to high school." Seeing that her son was so resistant to inviting others to celebrate his birthday, Song's mother didn't want to force him. It was fine for him to celebrate alone. It was the child's business anyway. Why should she worry about it? The most important thing was that Song Qingmo was happy now.
"Thank you, Mom..." Looking at the mother who was devoted to him, Song Qingmo hugged her, his voice choking. "I will protect you."
"Okay, why are you so emotional today? It makes me feel a little uncomfortable." Although she said that, Song's mother still patted Song Qingmo's head. He was indeed still a child.
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