The patient said it was my ex-boyfriend

Mu Qingsong came back before meal time, and Du Jingheng, who had just come out of the bathroom, felt stiff unconsciously when he saw him.

He still remembers that meeting with Mu Qingsong, even if Mu Qingsong didn't say anything unreasonable to him that time, the first scene that came to his mind when he faced Mu Qingsong was Mu Qingsong disgusted look.

"Dad," Mu Jin, who had just come out of the kitchen, walked over appropriately, half of his body seemed to be inadvertently standing in front of Du Jingheng, "you are finally back."

Mu Qingsong snorted, "Why are you blocking it? Afraid to see it?"

Although the tone of his words was impatient, at least he didn't mean to drive people away directly, which was a good sign.

Mu Jin stepped aside and muttered, "I'm not afraid of being frightened by you."

Mu Qingsong glared at him, too lazy to talk to him.

Du Jingheng, who finally came to his senses, hurriedly bowed and said hello in one go: "Hello, Uncle!"

"I've heard about your glorious deeds in Du's Industry." Mu Qingsong took off his coat and hung it aside, and said casually, "I don't think you're quite reserved."

... Du Jingheng couldn't tell whether it was a good word or a bad word.

"Don't talk about work at home!" Grandpa said, frowning with half a piece of sausage he ate secretly, "It's fine for you to be sneaky two days ago, and you've got to make an inch of it!"

Mu Qingsong had nothing to do with his father, so he had no choice but to say, "I'll just say hello."

"Would you like to say hello?"

While his own father was being educated by his own father, Mu Jin quietly squeezed Du Jingheng's cold fingertips.

Du Jingheng held him with his backhand, and let go in just a moment.

The atmosphere of this meal was much better than Du Jingheng expected. Mu Qingsong still had a cold face, but occasionally he would interject a few words when Du Jingheng was talking to his father. It exceeded Du Jingheng's expectation.

At the dinner table, he and Mu Jin's same sexual orientation seemed to be ignored by no one, he was like a young daughter-in-law who came to the door for the first time, being asked various questions that would not make him feel disgusted.

"This is really dramatic." When mentioning that Du Jingheng was originally awakened from a vegetative state, grandpa couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "If it wasn't for Mu Jin who happened to be on a business trip and happened to see you...it's fate."

Du Jingheng looked at Mu Jin and smiled. He knew in his heart that if there was no fate this time, he would definitely come to find Mu Jin himself to create fate in the future. He even thought of several plans, but he was still grateful for the real coincidence.

Even Mu Qingsong said in a cold tone: "It's finally useful to open such a hospital."

"I'll just say that I'm doing my job properly." It was rare for Mu Jin to hear the affirmation from Mu Qingsong's mouth, and proudly handed the sweet and sour pork ribs he just picked up to Mu Qingsong's bowl.

When the chopsticks froze, Mu Qingsong cursed in a low voice: "Is it disgusting?"

There was no disgust in the action, and he even took a bite.

Mu Jin winked at Du Jingheng where Mu Qingsong couldn't see, pointing out the fact that his father is a paper tiger.

Of course, the paper tiger was not a sick cat when he came out of the closet. He spent so many years getting his close relatives to accept this fact, but he didn't want to tell Du Jingheng about the difficulties.

Just like this, when the family eats a meal in harmony, everything feels unimportant.

Even the things that once made him feel so painful that he would not want to live, it has been so long that it has become a previous life.

After dinner, Mu Qingsong called Du Jingheng to the study, but Du Jingheng shivered subconsciously.But those tense emotions were quickly interrupted by the voice of grandpa complaining softly behind him because he couldn't play Mahjong and Fight the Landlord, and he seemed a little dumbfounded.

Mu Jin originally wanted to follow, but was stared back by Mu Qingsong, so he had no choice but to play cuckoo with his grandfather who had the same fate.

Du Jingheng noticed that when Mu Jin raised his head to comfort him not to worry, Grandpa was secretly looking at the hidden turtle card.

The corners of his eyes twitched, pretending that he didn't see anything.

"sit."

After entering the study, Mu Qingsong nodded to him.Du Jingheng carefully sat on the sofa. The sofa in the study was very soft, but he sat on the side with his buttocks upright.

Mu Qingsong noticed that he was nervous and seemed to want to be a little gentler, so the corners of his mouth moved.

Didn't know it was a sneer.

Du Jingheng straightened his back a little more.

Mu Qingsong thought for a while, and decided to start with a milder topic: "Will the accident in the Du family affect you?"

"Du Zong... did he really touch that thing?"

In fact, Du Jingheng had never thought of asking this question before, and the answer he clearly got was nothing more than disillusioning the powerful shadow that had collapsed in his heart a long time ago.

But it was probably an uncontrollable emotion that made him want an answer.

"There are regulations, and I don't know much about some things." Mu Qingsong frowned and said, "The land you noticed before used to have a warehouse."

Du Jingheng thought he probably knew what was in the warehouse.

Even if the warehouse is moved, the noses of drug detection dogs can still smell clues.

"I don't know many things about the Du family," Du Jingheng got the answer he wanted, and then turned to answer Mu Qingsong's first question, "It can't have much influence on me."

Mu Qingsong nodded, and felt that the atmosphere had become more harmonious, so he started to get into the topic: "What do you think?"

"Ok?"

Du Jingheng was a little confused by this sudden sentence. Normal people probably thought that this sentence asked him what he thought about Du's industry, but although Du Jingheng didn't have much contact with Mu Qingsong, he didn't think he would care about Du's industry.

He may be more concerned about when Du's Industrial will go bankrupt.

"You and Mu Jin," fortunately Mu Qingsong knew how to add the explanation, and explained it very directly, "Actually, I don't support you."

Du Jingheng nodded: "I understand."

"You understand?" It was Mu Qingsong's turn to be surprised.

"My age, gender, and maybe my identity are all reasons why you don't support me." Du Jingheng said, "Maybe I'm young and I don't have the responsibility to just look fresh, and the same sex doesn't have to be responsible for married children and has less responsibility. I'm still Du Zong's." Son, Du Zong and you used to be rivals, I know you can't understand Du Zong's methods."

Mu Qingsong listened carefully.

"Actually, what I'm talking about now is impossible for you to trust me two points more, and you may even lose the impression points I have in your heart now," Du Jingheng said with a smile, "I am very grateful that you did not completely Deny me, and now I can only promise you that I will not let Mu Jin down."

"Although your promise is still high-sounding to me," Mu Qingsong twitched his lips, but there was a rare smile in his eyes, "but you did impress yourself."

When Du Jingheng walked out of the study, he didn't expect Mu Jin to be standing at the door, pausing slightly.

Mu Jin took a look at the study, Mu Qingsong stayed in the study and still had some things to deal with, when he saw Mu Jin poking his head, he snorted coldly.

Mu Jin smiled ingratiatingly, and closed the study door behind his back.

"Stay overnight tonight, and we'll go home tomorrow." Mu Jin pushed open the door of his bedroom and brought Du Jingheng a set of pajamas, "Go take a shower first."

Du Jingheng hugged his pajamas but didn't move. Looking at Mu Jin who was making the bed, he still couldn't help asking: "Aren't you curious about what uncle and I talked about?"

"I can probably guess it," Mu Jin said without raising his head, "It expresses your determination to love me till death, and no one will let us separate."

Du Jingheng stepped forward and rubbed his waist: "Brother, you are really shameless."

"Isn't it?" Mu Jin turned around with a smile and kissed Du Jingheng's nose, "Impossible."

Du Jingheng raised his head and bit his lower lip lightly, then licked it with the tip of his tongue as if comforting him, and slightly let go before Mu Jin could respond. When talking, their lips touched unconsciously, more ambiguous than kissing distance.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if what he breathed out was not air, but love so thick that he was drowned.

"I love you till death."

"No one can separate us."

When Mu Jin casually said a joke, when he actually heard it, he didn't want to laugh.

Instead, his heart trembled, wanting to wrap everything about this person into his arms.

He once thought he had lost this person, and regained it.

But the reality is—

This person has never left and has always been there.

(Finish)

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Anyway, I finally filled this hole.