After Mu Hengshi settled down, he couldn't help but feel a little amused. He shared a bed with the man who had killed his lover, pretending to be nice to him, and he didn't even feel annoyed. Song Qingmo, on the other hand, was reluctant. He knew how much pain he was enduring. If it weren't for the Song family's lack of complete trust in him, he would have broken Song Qingmo's hand just for imitating Wen Zhiling. He wouldn't have deserved to hold a paintbrush like Xiaoling.
When Mu Hengshi thought of this, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Xiaoling's hand was injured by Song Qingmo and he could no longer lift a pen. Xiaoling liked to paint. It was like Mu Hengshi's mind was giving an order, repeating in his mind.
Song's mother and Song Qingmo noticed something was wrong with Mu Hengshi. Seeing Mu Hengshi, Mu's mother felt a slight headache coming on again. Her expression became unnatural, and she felt uneasy. She didn't know what Wen Zhiling had done to Mu Hengshi back then, but now everything seemed to be back on track, but there was something wrong, and she couldn't put her finger on it. However, she still had selfish motives and linked Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo together. So she cared more about Song Qingmo afterwards, hoping to make up for the guilt in her heart.
After dinner, Song's mother and her family didn't want to bother Song Qingmo and Mu Heng because their home was very close. Song Qingmo looked at the two mothers, one going to the left and the other to the right, and felt helpless. Mu's mother and her family were very happy when they knew that Song Qingmo had returned to his original home. Song's mother even bought a villa next to their original house, thus forming a pattern of three villas.
Every day when Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo came out, they would see their mothers looking at them lovingly. This made Song Qingmo feel uneasy and he lived cautiously every day, fearing that they would notice something.
After they left, Song Qingmo happily closed the door and replaced the floor-length curtains quickly, then sat back in the living room. Because he was used to Mu Heng's presence, he didn't care about his image. He hugged the sofa pillow next to him, turned on the projection screen with relish, and started watching the horror movie.
Mu Hengshi was so happy to see Song Qing kowtow and no one was watching them show their affection. He frowned unhappily, and the strange emotion in his heart rose again. He thought to himself that he was not unhappy because he could not sleep with Song Qingmo, but because he was unhappy because he had left and could only share a room with this person who disgusted and hated him, and he felt suffocated.
Mu Hengshi remembered that he hadn't drugged Song Qingmo yet. He stared at the defenseless Song Qingmo's fluffy, soft hair and lost himself in thought. Suppressing his reluctance, he turned to the kitchen and warmed a cup of milk, then handed it to Song Qingmo.
Song Qingmo was just at the most exciting part of the movie when the ghost had already climbed out of the well and was slowly crawling towards the screen, as if trying to crawl out from the wall of the projection screen. Although Song Qingmo was not afraid, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if it really came out. He really wanted Sadako to crawl out. With this thought, he reached out, but he didn't hold the milk firmly, and it splashed all over Song Qingmo's clothes.
Seeing this, Mu Hengshi got a little nervous. He quickly took out the handkerchief from his collar, squatted down, and carefully wiped the water stains for Song Qingmo. Amid the terrified screams of the protagonists, Song Qingmo lowered his head and looked at Mu Hengshi, who was worried about him and looked cautious, as if some treasure of his had been stained and he was wiping it for him with heartache. Although Song Qingmo was used to seeing this beautiful face up close, his face began to feel hot and his ears turned red. Song Qingmo pushed Mu Hengshi away and stood up in a panic, "Thank you. I'd better go change my clothes." Mu Hengshi didn't understand, and looked up with a puzzled look, staring at Song Qingmo fixedly. Song Qingmo felt uneasy when he was stared at by him, and his face became even redder.
Song Qingmo thought that they were too close. He and Mu Heng had never been this close when they were childhood sweethearts, and now they had the added identity of husband and wife.
Mu Hengshi looked at Song Qingmo's fleeing figure, his eyes darkening. He lowered his head to look at the handkerchief he had just used to wipe Song Qingmo's clothes, clutching it tightly in his palm, not caring about the dirt. What happened to him just now?
Song Qingmo is not a good person, and he is also a villain who is good at disguise. He has lived with him for more than half a year, and has not found out that Song Qingmo has done anything bad, but his mind keeps reminding him that Song Qingmo is such a person, and he should not have any pity for him. After all, he has already started to take action against the Song family, and there is no turning back.
Mu Hengshi thought of Song Qingmo and Song Xingwu, and his grip tightened. No matter how well this man hid himself, it wouldn't change his fickle nature. It was like he had found a reasonable outlet, and Mu Hengshi had a reason to persist in attacking Song Qingmo.
In half a month, it would be New Year's Day. Song Qingmo was looking forward to it. Winter was approaching, and the weather in the north was always cold. Not long ago, a few goose-shaped snowflakes had already fallen. The prosperous capital was thus enchanted by nature, becoming covered in silver. The night was complemented by the flashing neon lights, which echoed each other beautifully. Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo celebrated the New Year together. Knowing that this was the first New Year after their marriage, their parents wanted the young couple to spend it alone, so they only returned to their family home on New Year's Eve. They were allowed to go back on the first day of the New Year.
Song Qingmo looked at the snow piled up in the yard. Frozen and unwilling to go out, he regained his fighting spirit and ran out, wearing thick gloves and making a fat snowman with his hands. Mu Hengshi, wearing a woolen coat, sat on the sofa, typing on his computer. He looked out the window and saw Song Qingmo, who was looking happy, smiled at him, his eyes showing a tenderness he had never known before. Even so, the content on Mu Hengshi's computer was the beginning of his hell.
Mu Hengshi suddenly stopped and closed the tablet. He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and watched Song Qingmo, who was wearing a red festive ancient costume and plush earmuffs on his head, jumping in the snow. As his body rose and fell, the pompoms on the earmuffs swayed. Song Qingmo had prepared a set of red traditional Chinese style clothes for himself. When he put it on in the morning, he was stunned for a moment by the fiery red clothes and his handsome appearance. Look, he was a real young man in red.
In Song Qingmo's eyes, the red dress made him look arrogant and domineering, with an imposing aura. However, in Mu Hengshi's eyes, the red dress did not make him look overbearing, but instead added a touch of flavor to his gentle and elegant features. Now, with his movements, he looked even more cute and adorable, like a lucky doll for the New Year.
The company was on holiday, and Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo stayed at home for seven days. Finally, they couldn't sit still and went back to the company to handle affairs. But to sum up, Song Qingmo was still very happy during these seven days, because Mu Hengshi had a change of heart, and when it was his turn to cook, he actually made Chinese food instead of Western food.
In the morning, Song Qingmo woke up and looked at the somewhat unsightly steamed dumplings on the table. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't dislike them. He thought that Chinese New Year meant eating Western food. As he picked up the dumplings to eat, he was surprised that Mu Hengshi was quite particular. Seeing Song Qingmo looking at the dumplings on the table with a complicated expression on his face, Mu Hengshi shrank his hands nervously, thinking that Song Qingmo looked down on him.
But the next moment, Song Qingmo picked up his chopsticks and started eating without saying a word. Mu Hengshi looked at Song Qingmo who was eating so full that he finally felt relieved. He pulled out a chair and sat down, enjoying this warm morning with Song Qingmo. Mu Hengshi handed Song Qingmo a glass of milk as usual. Song Qingmo did not hesitate. After all, it had been like this for so many times, morning and night. He picked up the milk in the glass and drank it in one gulp.
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