I was spoiled after being forced to marry

He really didn't like this smell, and subconsciously frowned slightly.

"Yeah." The man responded indifferently. He had already changed his shoes and went in. He sat down on the sofa, stretched his body, and was in a completely relaxed state. But it was twisted into a knot, and his face was not good-looking.

Obviously, he was not feeling well.

Seeing this, Fan Xing hurriedly ran to the kitchen to make a cup of honey water and brought it over, and said cautiously: "Brother, why don't you drink some honey water to relieve the hangover."

The man's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he met the clear but concerned eyes of the young man.

He sat up a little bit, took the honey water from Fan Xing's hand and drank it.

Fan Xing waited for him to finish drinking, put away the cup, and went to the bathroom to soak a hot towel and wipe his face.

But He Qingmo still didn't seem to be feeling well, leaning on the sofa to doze off, pinching the space between his brows from time to time.

"Brother, do you have a headache?" Fan Xing asked softly.

"A little bit." He Qingmo's voice was a little hoarse due to drinking.

"Then let me press it for you." Fan Xing walked around behind the sofa and pressed gently on the man's temples with both hands, "Is this strength enough?"

The man felt quite comfortable, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled slightly, "The technique is good. Do you often press people?"

"Not often, my grandma occasionally has a headache, and it will be more comfortable if I press it. It's just that it's not the same as the headache caused by drinking, so I don't know if it will help my brother."

Fan Xing didn't speak loudly at first, but now he was afraid that He Qingmo's voice would be quieter. Coupled with his slow speaking speed, He Qingmo didn't find it noisy at all, on the contrary, he thought it sounded good.

"Very good." He still closed his eyes, leaning his head on the back of the sofa, his brows gradually stretched.

However, his complexion was still not very good.

Fan Xing pursed his lips tightly, and after thinking about it, he finally spoke, "Brother is so uncomfortable after drinking, let's drink less next time. Drinking alcohol is not good for your health."

"Okay. I met an old man who was addicted to alcohol today. I couldn't push him away. There was nothing I could do." He Qingmo's head was no longer hurting so much, and he patted Fan Xing's hand lightly, indicating that there was no need to press it. Then he got up, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Let me put the water on first, brother can take a rest, I'll call you when I'm done." Fan Xing said and ran upstairs first.

He Qingmo watched him disappear into the corridor, sat back down again, and was actually in a good mood.

In fact, he feels very uncomfortable after drinking, so he seldom drinks on non-essential occasions, but there are times like today.

Every time this happened, he would lean on the sofa when he got home and be too lazy to move. Sometimes he would just lean on it and sleep all night, and the next morning he would not only have a headache, because he would feel uncomfortable all over his body after sleeping on his nest for the whole night.

But after drinking, he really didn't want to move at all.

Tonight, this feeling was relieved a lot by a glass of honey water, a hot towel, and the cool fingertips of the young man.

Hmm... so it's nice to have a personal feeling at home, he thought.

Because of drinking, He Qingmo slept deeply that night.

Fan Xing, who was sleeping next to him, woke up many times a night, worried that he would be uncomfortable, so he woke up from time to time to take a look.

This also caused Fan Xing to oversleep again the next morning, and it was already past ten when he woke up.

However, today He Qingmo did not wake up before him, and was still asleep.

Fan Xing observed the man's face through the light coming in from the gap in the curtains, and found that he had returned to normal, so he got out of bed softly, ran to the bathroom outside to wash up, and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Breakfast was skipped at this time, and he started preparing lunch directly.Considering that He Qingmo had a drink last night, he planned to have a lighter meal at noon.

When the ingredients were almost ready, he heard the sound of the door opening.

He was a little surprised, and ran over without even taking off the apron, only to see a middle-aged woman who was dressed exquisitely and gracefully opened the door and entered.

"Hello, you..."

Before Fan Xing finished speaking, the other party's sharp eyes had already swept across him, and he interrupted him in a cold voice: "Where's Qingmo? Call his office, they said he didn't go to the company today."

"Brother... Mr. He hasn't woken up yet. Where are you..."

The other party interrupted Fan Xing again, "When is it too late to wake up? It's getting worse and worse!" After speaking, he ignored Fan Xing and went upstairs in ten-centimeter high heels without changing his shoes.

Fan Xing stood there and hesitated for a second, then turned and went to the kitchen to continue preparing lunch.

He probably already knew who that woman was. She was able to enter and leave He Qingmo's house at will, and even dared to rush to the bedroom while the man was sleeping. He was undoubtedly his mother.

Since it's mother and son, he doesn't care about it.

Fan Xing guessed right, the other party was indeed He Qingmo's biological mother, Ji Jin.

Ji Jin went up to the second floor and rushed straight into the master bedroom, lifted He Qingmo's quilt, and threw the handbag over, "What's the matter with you? You got married quietly behind our backs, didn't you? Both me and your father are dead? You can do this kind of thing. Tell me, what else are you afraid to do? "

Ji Jin stood by the bed, his face turned green with anger.She only went abroad for a few days, and his son got married when he came back. She heard it from others.

He Qingmo who was woken up was a little annoyed, but the culprit was his own mother, so he could only endure it, turned over and got out of bed, and said casually, "Didn't you guys keep urging me to get married?"

"Am I asking you to find someone to marry?"

"You mean you want me to marry someone you randomly find?" He Qingmo's tone was very casual, without any emotion.

But Ji Jin paused for a while before speaking, his tone was not as blunt as before, "I know you don't like the candidate my father and I have found for you, you like men, okay, we don't object, but you How can you marry such a person?"

"What kind of person?" He Qingmo opened the curtain and looked back at Ji Jin.

"You still ask what kind of person I am? Don't think that I don't know anything when I just returned to China. The child said he was a child of the Gu family, but he didn't know where he came from. I think it's probably because they catered to your preferences. I bought it. Who knows what kind of person this kind of person is? Maybe he..."

"Mom!" He Qingmo interrupted her with a raised voice, "I'm married to him, legally I'm a family with him. I'll be angry if you say that about him!"