The patient said it was my ex-boyfriend

"what happened?"

Mu Jin rubbed his head in his arms.

Du Jingheng was absent-minded when he came out of the bedroom, he insisted on squeezing him on the side of the sofa, and nestled in his arms like a child.

"I'm probably going to be a pauper." Du Jingheng buried his head in his stomach, and the words he said calmly seemed to be crying aggrievedly, "Do you still support me?"

"Raise you?" Mu Jin pretended to hesitate and thought for a while, "Can you cook?"

Du Jingheng said in a muffled voice, "I can warm the bed."

"Get out." Mu Jin laughed angrily, rubbing his head like kneading dough.

Du Jingheng also rubbed against Mu Jin's belly with his strength, and didn't stop until both of them laughed.

Half of his body was about to fall off the sofa, and Du Jingheng sat on the other side of the sofa. He rubbed his face with a stiff smile, and then said what he had been thinking about before: "Let's call the police."

Mu Jin didn't react: "Huh?"

"It's just that I suddenly feel that I'm still a little out of control." Du Jingheng put his foot on Mu Jin's knee, "If you use the old saying, Du Zong probably ate more salt than I ate rice in this life. As an old man who is rigid, serious and somewhat unreasonable, I feel that he is stubborn and cold-blooded and may even be ruthless in this life, I don't know what other face he can have."

"It's kind of scary."

"Leave it to me," Mu Jin nodded, without asking what he found. "I have acquaintances here, so it's safer."

Du Jingheng looked at him, and suddenly said: "I wanted to keep this matter from you before, and solve it secretly by myself."

This was indeed his first reaction after realizing the seriousness of the matter.

I want to protect Mu Jin and prevent Mu Jin from participating in it.

Mu Jin raised his eyebrows.

"Later I thought about our breakup last time," Du Jingheng paused, "I also wanted to solve it myself, so I pretended to have dinner with Du Zong's favorite granddaughter-in-law to relax his vigilance."

Mu Jin concluded: "It turned out that it was the stupidest thing you ever did."

"Yeah," Du Jingheng spread his hands and smiled, "I was stupid in my previous life."

"Don't worry," Mu Jin whistled, "Brother will take care of you from now on."

……

After seeing the information that Du Zong might be related to the drug trade, Mu Jin, who originally planned to only talk to his friends, thought about it and went home.

Grandpa is watering the succulents with a small watering can, but judging from the succulent expression of the succulents, they are not thirsty.

His father was already sitting on the sofa waiting, and when he saw him come in, he showed a half-smile expression.

"It's rare that you take the initiative to find me with something," Mu Qingsong said, "What's the matter?"

Sitting next to him, Mu Jin smiled before saying anything: "It's about the Du family."

Mu Qingsong frowned, "Didn't I tell you to stay away from Du's house in the future? Why, your little boyfriend is in trouble, so I come to ask you for help."

"I did help him," Mu Jin handed over the information in the bag, and said before Mu Qingsong was dissatisfied, "It's just what he wants me to help, you should take a look first."

Mu Qingsong's gaze stayed on the folder in Mu Jin's hand, with an ugly expression, as if what Mu Jin was holding was not a pile of torn papers, but a pile of shit.

However, with Mu Jin's stubborn expression on his face, he still opened the folder with two fingers hooked: "Those bullshit things about the Du family..."

"Crack!" The folder was slammed shut.

Mu Qingsong subconsciously looked at the little old man who was secretly looking towards them, peeking at the spotted grandpa putting down the watering can and whistling in circles.

"Come with me." Mu Qingsong took the folder and walked to the study.