The Rise of the Transmigrated Movie Emperor

Ming Heng felt that his head had been burned, he looked up and glanced at Shen Mohan, but he bumped into the man's deep eyes, just in time to catch the flashing smile in the other's eyes.

He looked away in embarrassment, "Cough...I'm going to change clothes."

Ming Heng took the clothes and went into the bathroom top-heavy. Shen Mohan withdrew his gaze and looked at the whole room again. In fact, when he just came in, he noticed right away that the room was very clean and tidy, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Mingheng has really changed, he has become different from before.

In the past, Ming Heng never knew how to tidy up the room. He still remembers the scene when he entered Ming Heng's bedroom for the first time. Clothes were everywhere, and there were a lot of messy things, as messy as possible.

Is it really like what is said on the Internet, when a person sees through the world of mortals and completely lets go of his obsessions, he can be reborn and reborn from Nirvana?

Shen Mohan pursed his lips, and suddenly believed what was said on the Internet.

Doesn't Ming Heng seem to have been completely reborn now?

Except for that face that hadn't changed, he never found a trace of the past from him, and even the feeling it gave him was strange.

And this kind of strangeness often makes people feel fresh.

And people have the nature to explore new things.

"Kacha" in a daze, the bathroom door opened.

When Shen Mohan came back to his senses, he saw Ming Heng wrapped himself into a "ball".

"I've changed." Ming Heng was wearing really thick underwear, warm clothes, a turtleneck plus fleece sweater, and a thick down jacket. Because the heating in the room was fully turned on, he was a little hot right now. .

But it was very cold outside, he was most afraid of the cold, he would rather be warmer than cold.

"Let's go." Shen Mohan walked out first, and Ming Heng followed top-heavy.

The moment he came out of the guest room, he felt as if he had entered an ice cellar. There were really two worlds inside and outside the room!

Shen Mohan closed the door without hesitation, only to hear Ming Heng say: "Wait a minute, I forgot to take my scarf."

But the door was already locked, and Mingheng reacted belatedly, "Ah, I don't seem to have the room card..."

Everyone in Mingheng was dumbfounded, he didn't seem to take anything. . . .

Shen Mohan: "..."

He raised his hand to touch Ming Heng's forehead, "The fever is not light."

Mingheng: "..."

Before he could react, Shen Mohan untied his scarf and wrapped it around him.

The clean and pleasant smell of the man's body immediately lingered on the tip of his nose, and the man's body temperature still remained on the scarf, and the warmth flowed through his limbs and bones bit by bit, and trickled into his heart.

"Okay, let's go." Before this, Shen Mohan had never paid attention to his scarf, but at this moment, seeing the boy wearing his scarf, he suddenly felt that this scarf was really pretty.

"Yeah." Mingheng felt his body temperature getting hotter, and his whole body felt light, as if he was stepping on cotton.

The two entered the elevator, and the elevator door closed slowly. The moment it started, a strong sense of dizziness hit Ming Heng. Before he could react, he was embraced by the man's strong long arms, and his whole body was close to the man. And warm arms.

Mingheng's whole body was surrounded by the man's pleasant smell, his heartbeat accelerated for no reason, and his whole mind became even more dizzy.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator door slowly opened on the first floor, but Shen Mohan didn't let go of Ming Heng, just hugged him and walked out with his arms around him.

Shen Mohan's car was parked on the side of the road opposite the hotel, and Ming Heng was hugged by him all the way in a daze, until he got into the car, he still couldn't recover, so that he sat in a daze, I forgot to fasten my seat belt all the time.

Shen Mohan walked around to the driver's seat and got into the car. Seeing Ming Heng blushing and dazed, his eyes flickered slightly, and he felt inexplicably happy.

He leaned over to fasten his seat belt, and at that moment, the atmosphere in the car suddenly became ambiguous.

Ming Heng didn't know if he really lost his mind, or what the reason was, just for a moment, he actually thought that Shen Mohan wanted to... kiss him. . . .

However, the other party just fastened his seat belt on him and then backed away.

With a "boom", Ming Heng's entire face burned up, so hot that he could spread pancakes.

Shen Mohan didn't know what he was thinking just now, but seeing his face blushing suddenly, he felt inexplicably happy again.

The car started slowly, and the two of them didn't speak for a while, and the atmosphere seemed ambiguous.

After the embarrassment, Ming Heng felt a little bit of joy in his heart, but he had never been in a relationship in his two lifetimes, and he had a severe fever at the moment, so he didn't think about what this feeling meant for a while.

Ten minutes later, Shen Mohan's car stopped at the entrance of a formal private clinic.

He loosened his seat belt, turned his head and said to Ming Heng: "Just take a look here, it's too troublesome to go to the hospital."

Ming Heng nodded, "Well, I don't want to go to the hospital either, I guess the registration will take a long time."

It's just a common cold, it looks the same everywhere.

The two got out of the car and entered the clinic.

There are quite a lot of people catching colds this season, even in this small outpatient clinic, but it is much more convenient than a big hospital, at least there is no need to queue up for registration.

Shen Mohan directly asked the nurse for a thermometer. Ming Heng took his temperature and it was 39 degrees five.

By the time Mingheng finished his infusion, it was already past one o'clock.

Coming out of the clinic, Shen Mohan took Mingheng directly to the restaurant where he ate last time.

This time, Ming Heng met the owner and chef Uncle Zhou.

When Uncle Zhou heard that Ming Heng had a cold, he specially cooked some light side dishes for him, and served him a small bowl of chicken porridge. Ming Heng didn't have much appetite at first, but when he smelled the porridge, he became hungry.

This time I ate with Uncle Zhou and Aunt Jiang. Originally, Uncle Zhou wanted to drink some wine with Shen Mohan, but Shen Mohan was going to drive later.

"Uncle Zhou, I'll come and drink with you in the evening."

Uncle Zhou was happy now, "Okay, okay, then come at night."

Aunt Jiang said to Ming Heng, "Xiao Heng, come over at night too. I'll make you some blood-warming soup to drink at night. I think you are afraid of the cold. Are your hands and feet cold when you sleep at night?"

"Eh... I'm really afraid of the cold." Mingheng smiled embarrassedly. He was actually very afraid of the cold, but he turned on the heater fully, so he didn't feel cold hands and feet when he slept at night.

"Hey, you are like me. You are afraid of the cold. It is still very useful to drink more warm blood soup."

Shen Mohan glanced at Ming Heng, he had never seen him so afraid of the cold before.

After dinner, Uncle Zhou went to the kitchen.

Because of the infusion, Mingheng felt a little anxious at the moment, so he went to the bathroom.

Only Jiang Chuntao and Shen Mohan were left in the box.

Shen Mohan suddenly asked Jiang Chuntao, "Aunt Jiang, what ingredients do you need for warm blood soup?"

Jiang Chuntao was stunned for a moment, but soon became happy. She blinked at Shen Mohan, and asked softly, "Mo Han, tell me the truth, do you like Mingheng?"

Shen Mohan: "..."