The patient said it was my ex-boyfriend

When Mu Jin opened his eyes in a daze, he turned his head slightly and met Du Jingheng's gaze.

Du Jingheng lay sideways beside him, and after seeing Mu Jin wake up, he went up to touch his lips.

The blue curtains of the lounge were half drawn, and the other half was dyed by the bright red sunset glow that dyed half of the sky.

Mu Jin rubbed his ears: "What time is it?"

Du Jingheng grabbed his hand and tapped his fingertips: "27:[-]."

"Sister Hu probably went crazy looking for me." Mu Jin muttered, reaching out to touch the phone by the pillow, the consequence of indulgence is that such a simple action made him feel uncomfortable in his back.

The culprit hurriedly passed the phone over to him, and stretched out his hand to rub his waist moderately through the thin layer of Xia Liang.

It was so comfortable that Mu Jin just wanted to continue to sleep.

If it weren't for the twitching protest of the punctual stomach.

Mu Jin frowned, and Du Jingheng immediately got out of bed and brought over the packing box that was put aside, "I bought porridge."

The porridge is preserved egg and lean meat porridge, just warm enough to eat, and Mu Jin can feel his pretentious stomach cheering.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Du Jingheng leaned over to him and asked in a low voice, "Want to eat grilled fish?"

Mu Jin changed his sitting position and seriously refused: "No, don't you need to go home?"

"No." Du Jingheng buried his head in Mu Jin's shoulder, "What if you leave when I go back?"

Mu Jin laughed: "Where can I go?"

"I'm not..." Du Jingheng said hesitantly, "I just think it's too unreal, I didn't expect it."

"So?" Mu Jin pushed his head, "Will you be real if I let you do it again?"

Du Jingheng raised his head and blinked.

Mu Jin smiled: "Dream."

"Get up and get dressed, don't pester me." Mu Jin kicked his legs under the quilt, "Go eat noodles later."

Du Jingheng, who was originally lazy as if he had no bones, suddenly regained his energy after watching Mu Jin lift the quilt, and quickly straightened up: "Brother! I'll help you wear it!"

Mu Jin put on his clothes with three swipes, and gently refused: "Get out."

Du Jingheng is really shorter than him.

His long-term malnourished body looked too empty in his clothes. I don't know if it was Mu Jin's illusion. At this time, Du Jingheng felt thinner than when he was in the hospital.

Mu Jin frowned: "Haven't you eaten all this time?"

But Du Jingheng smiled and went up to him and kissed him: "I miss you so much that I can't swallow."

Mu Jin lightly bit his lips, and said vaguely, "You brat."

……

There is a noodle shop near the hospital, Mu Jin often goes there, and even his colleagues from the hospital have become frequent customers.The proprietress is probably a face control, every time she gives Mu Jin an extra half bowl of beef with the beef noodles.

"Your friends are all so good-looking."

The proprietress who was over fifty smiled and added a large spoonful of beef to Du Jingheng's bowl, looked at him and said, "Eat more."

Du Jingheng, who had never seen beef sticking out of a bowl of beef noodles, was taken aback for a moment: "...Thank you."

"Who else did you bring here?"

When he found a seat with the bowl in his hand, Du Jingheng approached Mu Jin and asked in a low voice.

"A lot, colleagues in the hospital or something." Mu Jin shrugged, "Do you want chili oil? You don't want to be jealous, do you?"

Du Jingheng's entire face clearly stated that he was jealous, and he was not prepared to refute at all, so he continued to ask: "Su Shen?"

Mu Jin looked at him and sighed helplessly: "Yes, there is also Su Shen."

unhappy.

Du Jingheng poked the noodles in the bowl, and was silent for a long time before saying, "Can you stop contacting him in the future."

"Okay." Mu Jin said casually while eating noodles.

The bubble with the words "unhappy" spun in circles and popped from Du Jingheng's heart - it shattered.

He originally wanted to ask something, but after getting Mu Jin's promise, he forgot everything, and only remembered to purse his lips and giggle.

Laughing so much that Mu Jin helplessly poked his forehead with the back of his chopsticks.