"Mr. Stephen, please hand over Song Qingmo's heart." Mu Hengshi held Song Qingmo's body tightly in his hands. Although he was very strong, his movements were gentle, as if he was treating a fragile object.
Mu Hengshi was unafraid of the black-clad bodyguards surrounding him. He had already asked his secretary to find someone, who would be arriving soon. He could take Song Qingmo home right away. The medical team he had invested in was so skilled, they would definitely cure Song Qingmo. He lowered his eyes to look at the pale Song Qingmo in his arms. But his arms were trembling, revealing the fear in his heart.
"Mr. Mu, it seems you don't know your situation yet. Mr. Song is already dead. I want to cremate and bury him according to his will, but you are holding on to Mr. Song's body. This makes it very difficult for me to deal with it." Stephen's face turned serious, and his fluent Chinese became cold.
"Mr. Stephen, he's not dead. Please don't talk nonsense." Mu Hengshi, as if his secrets were exposed, became angry and stared at Stephen intently. Song Qingmo was not dead, and he would not allow others to say that about him.
"Haha, what are you pretending for? You're the real culprit for Song Qingmo's death. It's too late to pretend now. Go ahead." Stephen hated people like them who showed such belated affection. The person was already dead, so why bother saying so much? He just wanted Song Qingmo's will to be fulfilled. His parents were already picking him up, and now only Song Qingmo's body remained to be dealt with. He felt Song Qingmo was too lonely, so he planned to give his ashes and belongings to Song Qingmo's parents. After all, they were Song Qingmo's parents and had the right to know all this. He silently said to himself, "I'm sorry, Song Qingmo."
The black-clad bodyguards received the order and rushed forward, starting to snatch Song Qingmo's body from Mu Hengshi. Mu Hengshi was in time and only brought a few bodyguards with him, and they were now under control. Now, he was alone and had to protect Song Qingmo's body, which seemed very difficult. But after all, he had practiced martial arts since childhood, so he was not too embarrassed.
While Mu Hengshi was not checking, someone had already touched Song Qingmo's body, but Mu Hengshi was holding it too tightly and couldn't pull it out. When Song Qingmo saw that his hand was grabbed by someone else, he immediately turned around angrily and kicked the hand away, like a lion protecting his dead partner, "Get out, who allowed you to touch him?" The bodyguards in black also knew that the body had to be treated well, so they didn't dare to use too much force, and the two sides were deadlocked.
Stephen tapped the edge of the bed lightly with his fingernails, making a thudding sound. He was not in a hurry anyway. These men in black were all professionally trained and there were a lot of them. Even if Mu Hengshi was a god descending from heaven, he would not be able to hold on for long.
Song Qingmo looked at those people snatching his body in embarrassment, covering his face with his hands. Fortunately, he was already dead, otherwise, he would have dug a Barbie castle with his toes. He hated Mo Hen, who hugged his body, acting like he was cherished by him. It was disgusting to watch.
At the same time, he was grateful to Stephen from the bottom of his heart. It was obvious that the Song family had already fallen on hard times. If he wanted, he could have directly kidnapped Song Qingmo to perform the surgery, but Stephen still agreed to his conditions. Moreover, there were not many people willing to protect him like this.
He had been humiliated by Mu Hengshi for so long that he had forgotten what it felt like to be treated kindly by a stranger. Although he didn't want to be treated kindly, a warm feeling still surged in his heart at this moment. This white-haired grandfather was so handsome and kind.
转头看着被打的沐珩时，他的表现可谓是截然相反，不耐烦的啧了一声，你别说，还真别说，看着沐珩时被别人揍的场景就是酸爽，如果有一包瓜子可以磕的话，那就更好了。
This was Song Qingmo's dream. As he thought about this, a bag of sunflower seeds actually appeared out of thin air. He looked at the seeds in his hand with delight, opened the package, and took a bite. Surprisingly, they were Baicaowei. He thanked Mr. Zhou Gong loudly, then cracked the seeds with a happy heart, watching Mu Hengshi get beaten. How wonderful would it be if he could possess those men in black?
But this time, it didn't happen. He crossed his legs in the air, admiring the wounds that began to appear on Mu Heng's body with relish. Whenever the black-clad bodyguards hit Mu Heng, he would applaud. "Well done, well done. That's it. This scumbag, go to hell and don't stain his path of reincarnation," Song Qingmo kept muttering to himself.
Mu Hengshi, also watching all this from the sky, wasn't having such a good time. He was consumed by the fact that Song Qingmo was dead, his heart aching with regret and grief. He looked at the frantic Mu Hengshi. In reality, both he and Mu Hengshi knew that Song Qingmo wouldn't come back, that he was already dead, but he refused to accept it. At that moment, he felt his heart connected to Mu Hengshi's in his dream, and so he felt his despair and fear.
Why did Mu Heng want to ask, how did he and Song Qingmo end up like this? What had he done to him to deserve such a death? But the pain of a thousand ants spitting at his heart made it impossible for him to speak. A thousand words were stuck in his throat, tumbling endlessly.
He knelt on the ground, his hands clutching his chest. Amidst the immense pain, he seemed to hear a faint, ethereal "I'm sorry." He knew it wasn't addressed to him, but to Song Qingmo, whose body was already cold and heartless. Hearing these words, tinged with guilt and regret, Mu Heng couldn't hold back his tears again. He freed his free hand and repeatedly slapped the invisible ground. Why? Why? He had such a dream.
He wanted to wake up and think that all this was fake, but a voice in his heart told him that this was real. Mu Heng covered his head and said, "My head hurts..." A few images flashed through his mind, but he couldn't understand them and couldn't see them clearly.
During the stalemate, Mu Hengshi had rushed here and had not eaten lunch. He had also been dealing with company affairs for a whole day, so his body was already exhausted. He had suffered a series of blows and was physically exhausted, but he still hugged Song Qingmo tightly, and no one could snatch him away from his hands.
Song Qingmo knew that Mu Hengshi had already overdrawn his physical strength. When he ran away, Stephen had just made trouble for Mu Hengshi's company. Mu Hengshi was stuck in the company all night dealing with things. He must have not slept all night and didn't even have breakfast. Now he was still trying his best to find his whereabouts and snatch his body. He must have already overdrawn his physical strength. He still wanted to take himself back. It was really a fantasy.
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