After school, Song Qingmo ran out of the school gate excitedly, which made the principal who was checking the order at the school gate unable to recover. He straightened his eyes, pointed at the figure that was about to leave an afterimage, and asked: "What was that? It just flew past, was it a student?" The accompanying teacher was also stunned and said that he didn't see clearly what it was.
The Dean of Students said with a serious expression, "Haha, running so fast on campus, what a young man to behold! Why don't we send this student to our city's running competition this year? Let's go to the monitoring room and take a look. I want to know who this student is."
Song Qingmo, feeling inexplicably cut off, sneezed. He rubbed his nose, wondering who the hell had the guts to scold him. The dean of students, on his way to the monitoring room, sneezed remarkably. His face darkened, and the teachers accompanying him tried to stifle laughter, but didn't dare to actually laugh out loud. The dean of students vowed to find that person.
Song Qingmo had already arrived at the school gate and found his family's colorful black car. He happily walked over and knocked on the car window, signaling his parents to open the door quickly. When the window rolled down, he saw an unexpected face.
"Holy crap, how did you get in front of me?" Song Qingmo said, his face filled with horror, and he cursed unnaturally. Mu Hengshi couldn't teleport, so how could he have gotten in front of him and still be in the car?
It turned out that Mu Hengshi's schedule had changed. He was not in school and was on a business trip abroad these days. However, he missed Song Qingmo's birthday and rushed back. He thought that Song Qingmo might ride a bicycle back for his birthday, so he wanted to pick him up at the school. Unexpectedly, he met Aunt Song and others on the way, so they came together.
Song Qingmo didn't want to talk. He had originally thought that Mu Hengshi would not be able to come back. His happy birthday was ruined by Mu Hengshi's early arrival. Today was another maddening day.
Song Qingmo got on the car reluctantly and took a look around. What bothered him was that there was only an empty seat next to Mu Hengshi. He was speechless. He looked at Song's mother for help, but Song's mother didn't even look at him. There was a gloating smile on her lips as she turned to deliver the goods. Song's father also made the same movements and expressions as his mother.
Come on, let it be, may the world be destroyed! Song Qingmo sat down with a sense of despair. Mu Hengshi even patted the non-existent dust on the seat cushion, which made Song Qingmo even more reluctant to get in the car. He was resisting both psychologically and physically.
His butt was like a soft, comfortable cushion with needles, constantly moving there. Seeing that Mu Hengshi might think Song Qingmo was uncomfortable and was about to reach out to him, he immediately stood still and straightened up. Mu Hengshi curled the corners of his lips where he couldn't see. Song Qingmo was really cute and fun to tease. He didn't bother to care about the reason why Song Qingmo saw his unhappy face.
The car fell into an eerie silence. Song Qingmo turned his head to the window, watching the receding image, trying his best to ignore Mu Hengshi's presence.
But the unique smell on Mu Hengshi's body seemed to be aggressive and lingered around Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo had a very sensitive nose, and even if the smell was very small, he could smell that he was extremely irritated.
If he hadn't been forced to relive his past life, he wouldn't have swallowed his anger. He'd have just gone over and punched anyone he displeased with. Mu Hengshi looked at the unpleasant aura surrounding Song Qingmo and smiled helplessly.
Song Qingmo always had this recognizable expression on his face. Maybe others thought he hid it well, but he could tell what Song Qingmo was thinking at a glance. He thought maybe Song Qingmo only disliked him. This guy used to be very clingy to him, but since the high school entrance exam, he always felt that everything had changed. But it didn't matter, who told him to like this guy?
As long as he nourishes him like a trickle of water, Song Qingmo will one day fall in love with him and cannot leave him. Song Qingmo can only be his.
Tonight, the starry sky seemed exceptionally bright, the sky was clear, and the chirping of insects was crisp and clear, as if it was a birthday party for Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo unconsciously raised his eyes, and the starlight flowed in his eyes, as if there were thousands of galaxies.
Moonlight streamed down on Song Qingmo's face, casting a layer of milky white gauze over his jade-like features. It draped over his body and head like a pure white wedding veil, making him appear so radiant and holy that one would want to worship him devoutly. Mu Hengshi looked in the direction Song Qingmo was pointing, but he felt that the starry sky above him was not as captivating as the starlight in Song Qingmo's eyes.
He thought Song Qingmo was beautiful like this, but he knew Song Qingmo didn't like wearing white wedding gowns. In the past, when Song Qingmo and he talked about the future, he always mentioned that if he really had someone he loved, he would definitely marry her with a grand ceremony, a sedan chair, and he would also wear a red dress as auspicious as fire, and a crown to marry his bride.
At that time, he was as backward and pedantic as Song Qingmo. In the Beijing circle, everyone wanted to wear gorgeous wedding gowns and get married in the church like Western aristocrats. They despised the ancient way of getting married. Only Song Qingmo, a man with a peculiar way of thinking, would think so.
But now, he suddenly wanted to see Song Qingmo in red clothes. It must be amazing. When he was with Song Qingmo, he would definitely restore it as he said.
Song Qingmo felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Mu Hengshi. He was also impressed by Mu Hengshi's constant staring at him. He didn't want to make any unnecessary movements, lest Mu Hengshi later say that Song Qingmo seduced him, which had happened in his previous life. Suppressing his nausea, he slowly lowered his hand and followed Song's father and mother into the house.
Mu Hengshi was still thinking about getting married. What kind of ancient wedding dress would Song Qingmo like? When he wasn't paying attention, Song Qingmo ran away.
Song's mother went into the kitchen. She had promised to make something delicious for Song Qingmo today, so she naturally couldn't go back on her word. As soon as she entered the house, she went into the kitchen to show off her cooking skills. Song's father ran over to help Song's mother. Song Qingmo also wanted to go, but Song's mother pushed him back to sit on the sofa and told him to wait obediently because he was the birthday boy today.
Song Qingmo said, "Okay." He sat down and took out his phone to read the message. He had already sent someone to monitor Wen Zhiling. This was the update sent today. A quick glance showed that Wen Zhiling remained motionless. Noticing the sofa sag slightly, he looked up and saw Mu Heng sitting down next to him.
Mu Hengshi looked at him steadily. The gift he wanted to give to Song Qingmo was now in the exquisite box in his hand.
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