Song Qingmo has been very bored this month. His health seems to be getting worse, so he was arranged to go home and rest. Song's father was afraid that he would be too busy to do anything in the company, so he intervened and temporarily took back his position as president and let him have a good rest at home.
He always felt a little uneasy and strongly opposed it at first, but after he successfully fainted again one day, he became obedient and lay down at home.
He also discovered a strange phenomenon, that is, it seemed that he and Mu Hengshi were the only two people in the villa, and even Mu's mother and Song's mother had never come to see him once during this period. Mu Hengshi worked and took care of him in the villa every day.
Now Mu Hengshi was sitting not far from the bed where he was lying, typing on the keyboard attentively, frowning from time to time, but sometimes a smile would appear at the corner of his mouth.
Song Qingmo didn't understand why this person was so thick-skinned, but since they were not good enough to spy on each other's secrets, Song Qingmo could only suppress his curiosity and try to straighten his head.
When he once again secretly glanced at Mu Heng, he had to admit that a man who worked hard was indeed good-looking. As he looked at him... he had this feeling again. Song Qingmo's consciousness began to sink, and his eyelids drooped.
In a daze, Song Qingmo seemed to see Mu Hengshi coming towards him. He stretched out his hand to touch the person in front of him, but Mu Hengshi dodged without a trace. He held a cup of warm water and a few pills in his hand, and handed them to Song Qingmo. Seeing that Song Qingmo did not react and was really sleepy, Mu Hengshi reluctantly put the pills to his lips. Song Qingmo hated the taste of medicine. Even after taking it for more than ten days, he still resisted it. He tilted his head to the side, thinking to wait a while before taking it. Let him prepare himself mentally.
But Mu Hengshi was obviously busy with something else. He didn't want to indulge Song Qingmo and directly put the pill in his hand into Song Qingmo's lips. The soft lips and teeth were invaded by the cold fingers. Although Song Qingmo felt sleepy, he still felt it. He leaned back and accidentally bumped into the wall.
Mu Hengshi looked at Song Qingmo, who, after being hit by the wall and regaining his composure, was now grinning on the bed. He silently twirled the two fingers that had touched the corner of Song Qingmo's mouth. He crossed his arms leisurely, watching Song Qingmo's funny appearance. It was quite cute... As soon as this thought came to his mind, Mu Hengshi's heart began to pound, making him feel a little uncomfortable. His expression immediately changed, and he stopped twirling his fingers. Instead, he wiped them with a handkerchief in disgust. He stopped feeding Song Qingmo the medicine, letting him move around in bed, and walked straight out the door.
"It hurts, it hurts so much, why am I so unlucky? I was already feeling uncomfortable, and now I hit my head. It's really bad luck." Song Qingmo watched Mu Heng leave, and immediately relaxed his limbs and touched his head, showing the mask of pain that he had not shown just now to the fullest at this moment, and his limbs were moving unnaturally on the bed. The pain made him feel more energetic, and he no longer looked sickly in the past few days.
Mu Hengshi walked out and looked at the original Song family's old house and the decorations around it. He thought that soon, all this would be over and he could close the net immediately.
He looked towards the room where Song Qingmo was, then after a long moment turned back to the circle of bodyguards surrounding the villa. "Heh... Song Qingmo... With the Song family gone, what's your chance? I'm afraid you'll be dozens of times more miserable than Xiaoling."
At this moment, the world outside the Song family villa was undergoing a dramatic change, but Song Qingmo was unaware of it.
Mu Hengshi walked to the door of a room. He heard that it was the room where Song Qingmo lived before. When he moved here, he felt that this room attracted him like some kind of magic. Today, Mu Hengshi had nothing to do, so he decided to go in and take a look.
Mu Hengshi gently opened the door, and he didn't expect that there was a huge studio inside. Traces of the past owner's life were still there, but the walls were covered with paintings of various styles, including cartoon characters, modernist landscape gouache paintings... These paintings stayed quietly in the frames, reflecting light in the sun... Mu Hengshi touched the paintings in the frames with his hands as if he had seen these paintings before. He caught a glimpse of the balcony with his peripheral vision, and Mu Hengshi walked over. He looked up and touched the still flourishing weeping crabapple tree, and ripples appeared in his heart. There should have been a boy who liked to make loud noises and talked and laughed here, but the past was like gray smoke, and the hazy shadow of the boy was blown away by the wind.
The sun was blinding, and Mu Hengshi put his hand in front of his eyes. When he let go, he felt a warmth. He opened his palm, not knowing why. It was time to go back. He wanted to be with that person.
As he raised his leg, Mu Hengshi subtly quickened his pace towards Song Qingmo.
Song Qingmo slept very deeply. When he woke up, it was dawn. He was about to get up when he moved his fingers slightly, "Huh? My hand is wrapped by something. This touch..." Song Qingmo turned his head and Mu Hengshi's handsome face came into his sight from a close distance, and his palm was wrapped in Mu Hengshi's slender fingers with distinct joints.
Song Qingmo held his breath. When had Mu Hengshi finally come to lie down on his bed? And even held his hand. Mu Hengshi's warm, regular breath lingered on Song Qingmo's face. Song Qingmo had never seen Mu Hengshi so completely withdrawn, so relaxed, so composed. But this only made Song Qingmo even more uncomfortable. This kind of intimacy was something Song Qingmo had never experienced before... This unfamiliar feeling caused Song Qingmo to feel a sense of resistance.
Mu Hengshi, ah Mu Hengshi, what do you say is going on... Tsk, let go. Song Qingmo pulled his hand but couldn't pull it back. Mu Hengshi held it tightly. Looking at Mu Hengshi's harmless appearance and sound sleep, Song Qingmo was not so crazy as to wake him up.
Mu Hengshi seemed to sense the hand's struggle in his arms, frowning in displeasure and tightening his grip. Song Qingmo's eyes blazed with anger at his actions. Was this the Mu Hengshi who usually frowned and feigned a mask when he saw me? Song Qingmo suddenly felt like shouting to the heavens.
After finally feeling better, Song Qingmo wanted to walk around and stretch his muscles, but now... his hand was still tightly held. Ugh, gurgle gurgle... his stomach growled again, and Song Qingmo was speechless at his condition.
Song Qingmo twisted the quilt for fun, letting his stomach protest. Mu Hengshi opened his clear eyes and moved his hands. What was that? He looked into his arms. He had actually fallen asleep and forgotten to put it in Song Qingmo's hand. Song Qingmo had already sensed it and was trying hard to play dead. Mu Hengshi put his hand back, but Song Qingmo remained as quiet as a chicken. "Huh... Thank goodness..." Mu Hengshi slowly stood up and quietly left the room, forgetting to "disinfect" himself for a moment.
Song Qingmo jumped up, but unexpectedly his leg was injured... Song Qingmo seemed to hear the sound of broken bones and a heart attack, "Haha, I'm convinced too. When I recover, I will avenge my previous shame!" This body is ruined.
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