Since the marriage between the Song and Mu families, their relationship has become increasingly close, and their cooperative projects have become more frequent. Mu Hengshi, as always, plays the role of a considerate partner, and Song Qingmo is also like that.
But Song Qingmo was blamed, while Mu Hengshi was really caring and considerate to Song Qingmo. Even after Song Qingmo moved back to the Song residence, Mu Hengshi did not object. Instead, he continued to live with Song Qingmo in the Song residence.
As a result, Song's parents had no choice but to give the house they had lived in for decades to the young couple to live in, and they bought a new villa.
After Song Qingmo got married, Song Xingwu treated Song Qingmo the same as before, but every time he saw Mu Heng, he couldn't help but mock and fight.
Song Qingmo felt that Mu Hengshi was indeed a qualified collaborator. He had agreed to be responsible for him, but Mu Hengshi seemed more like the responsible one.
They had been married for almost a month, and Mu Hengshi hadn't done anything out of the ordinary to Song Qingmo. They still maintained a good contractual relationship. It was just that Mu Hengshi frowned every time he saw the swing in the Song family garden and Song Qingmo's flower balcony, but it was just a frown. Although Song Qingmo could clearly sense that he was a little angry, Mu Hengshi never said anything and quietly moved away from the balcony and the swing.
Song Qingmo thought Mu Heng saw this and was reminded of their "wonderful childhood." He could only laugh dryly. This habit was impossible to change.
Time passed quickly, and more than half a year had passed in the blink of an eye. Song Qingmo finished handling the company's affairs as usual and walked out of the president's elevator. Mu Hengshi also handled the company's affairs and was waiting for him in the company's lobby. He was no longer surprised. Although he didn't understand why Mu Hengshi did this, he had gotten used to it.
Every time Mu Hengshi came to pick him up, he would go home and cook for him. Song Qingmo actually didn't like Mu Hengshi cooking for him, because he cooked Western food, while he preferred Sichuan cuisine. But he didn't say that Mu Hengshi cooked for him out of kindness, so he shouldn't be picky.
He had been feeling increasingly weak and powerless lately, and a hospital checkup didn't reveal anything wrong with his body, so he attributed it to being busy with company affairs and not exercising for a long time. Song Qingmo shook his head, regained his spirits, and walked towards Mu Hengshi.
Song Qingmo once asked Mu Hengshi why he did this, and Mu Hengshi would smile and say to him, "This is what I should do." It was not until later that Song Qingmo understood the meaning of this sentence.
Song Qingmo and Mu Hengshi never slept together. Only when Mu's father and mother came to visit them would they pretend to sleep together.
That day, the mothers of both families happened to be here. When Song Qingmo saw the surveillance video at the door, he groaned inwardly. They had been coming too frequently recently, forcing him and Mu Hengshi to share a bed and sleep poorly.
Song Qingmo bravely opened the door and said, "Mom, why are you here? Come in and sit down."
Seeing Song Qingmo's stiff smile, Mother Song quickly tried to fix it, teasing him a little, "Why are you two together? When we parents come to see you, do we think we're disturbing your world of two?"
Song Qingmo sent a grateful look to Song's mother, then politely invited the two great men into the living room. "No, why would it bother you? I'm very happy that you two are here."
Because Mu Hengshi's performance in the past six months was so good, Song's mother began to waver in her original evaluation of Mu Hengshi and began to match the two of them.
Song Qingmo expressed helplessness, but both parents were very satisfied with the marriage, and they couldn't bear to mention a contract marriage, so the matter had to be put on hold until now.
Looking at the two elegant and beautiful mothers Mu and Song in the living room, Song Qingmo wanted to cry. He wondered in his heart why he was the one who came home early today and not Mu Hengshi. It was indeed time to get off work. Song Qingmo had come from the company very early, but Mu Hengshi must have been delayed by something. It was already around 8pm and there was still no sign of him.
"Xiao Mo, how are you and Heng Shi getting along lately?" Mu's mother asked Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo nodded reluctantly.
"Then you shouldn't have had any quarrels recently?" Song Qingmo nodded when Song's mother asked.
Facing the questions from the two mothers, Song Qingmo kept shaking his head up and down like a woodpecker. The three of them also felt a little embarrassed. Seeing Song Qingmo's hopeless nod, they stopped making things difficult for Song Qingmo and shut up tacitly.
Soon, a burnt smell wafted from the kitchen. What strange smell? Song Qingmo smelled it and then remembered that he was cooking just now. He turned his head to look into the kitchen, his face showing anxiety. My food! "Mom, I was cooking just now and accidentally forgot. Now the food seems to be burnt. You guys sit like this now, I'll go check it out."
Song Qingmo and his family lived together and preferred to do things by themselves, so apart from the housekeeper who came to clean regularly, there was no one else in the villa except Song Qingmo and the other two.
Mu's mother and the others were used to it. After all, they knew that Song Qingmo and Mu Hengshi had been taking turns cooking since they started living together. "Yeah, we're in for a treat later," Mu's mother joked.
"Haha, my cooking skills are just average, just don't be disgusted. After all, who can be as skilled as a master chef?" Song Qingmo said modestly. If they really ate here from now on, then his and Mu Hengshi's good days would probably be over. This wouldn't do. Song Qingmo had an idea. He would add more seasoning to the dish he just made, turning it into a dark dish. If they disliked him then, they would definitely stop coming here so often.
Song Qingmo's smile was almost uncontrollable, but because he was facing away from them, they didn't see Song Qingmo's smile which was harder to suppress than AK's.
Walking into the kitchen, the food in the pot was indeed mushy. Song Qingmo looked at the mess of tea-flavored tofu in the pot, his face filled with grief and anguish. It was a pity. This was one of his favorite dishes, and he had never expected to ruin it. He reluctantly threw the food into the trash can, looked at the beef brisket and tomato soup that had not yet been made, rolled up his sleeves, and started working again.
As nine o'clock approached, Song Qingmo was getting anxious waiting, his legs shaking with boredom, but he still took a quick look at other matters that needed to be handled at the company. Finally, the door was pushed open, and Mu Hengshi, with a chill all over his body, tiredly took off his cold suit. He turned around and saw that his mother and mother-in-law had come. Mu Hengshi felt that his tired body was even more exhausted by the frequent "visits" of these two people. Usually, he could just pretend when he was with Song Qingmo and them, but now at night, he couldn't rest. But in his heart, he strangely hoped that they would come to monitor him.
Mu Hengshi suppressed his displeasure, his frown slowly relaxed, and he forced a gentle smile as he walked towards them. He caught a glimpse of Song Qingmo from the corner of his eye, and saw that Song Qingmo was looking at him with deep hatred. Mu Hengshi nodded slightly at him, indicating that he was also helpless.
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