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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
He really didn't like the smell, and frowned unconsciously.
"Yeah." The man responded calmly. He had already changed his shoes and went in. He sat down on the sofa, stretched his body, and was completely relaxed. He leaned his head on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, and had deep eyebrows. But it was twisted into a knot, and his face was not good-looking.
Obviously, he is not feeling well.
Seeing this, Fan Xing hurriedly went to the kitchen to soak a glass of honey water and brought it over, and said cautiously, "Brother, why don't you drink some honey water to get rid of 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, took the honey water from Fan Xing's hand and drank it.
Fan Xing waited for him to finish his drink, put away the cup, and went to the bathroom to soak a hot towel over to wipe his face.
But He Qingmo still didn't seem to be feeling well, leaning on the sofa to sleep, pinching his brows from time to time.
"Brother, do you have a headache?" Fan Xing asked softly.
"A little." He Qingmo's voice was hoarse because of drinking.
"Then let me press it for you." Fan Xing said, walking around behind the sofa, and pressing his hands gently on the man's temple, "Is this enough strength?"
The man felt very comfortable, the corners of his mouth curved, and he smiled slightly, "The technique is good. Do you often press it?"
"It's not very often. My grandma has an occasional headache, but it's a little more comfortable to press it. It's just not the same as the headache caused by drinking, so I don't know if doing this will help my brother."
Fan Xing's voice was not loud at first, but at this time, he was afraid that He Qingmo's voice would be even quieter. Coupled with his slow speech rate, He Qingmo didn't find it noisy at all, on the contrary, it sounded good.
"Very good." He still closed his eyes, leaned his head on the back of the sofa, his brows gradually stretched.
However, his face was still not very good.
Fan Xing pursed his lips tightly. After thinking about it, he said, "Brother is so uncomfortable after drinking, so drink less next time. Drinking is not good for your health."
"Okay. Today, I met an old man who is addicted to alcohol. I can't push it away. There's no way." He Qingmo's head was no longer so painful. Then got up, "I'm going to take a shower."
"I'll go run the water 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, and sat back again, in a good mood.
He's actually very uncomfortable every time he finishes drinking, so he's almost abstaining from non-essential occasions, but there are times like today.
Every time like this, when he got home, he would lean on the sofa and be too lazy to move. Sometimes he would just lie there and sleep all night, and the next morning he would not only have a headache, because he would feel uncomfortable everywhere because he slept all 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 boy's cool fingertips.
Hmm... It turns out that there is a personal feeling at home, which is fine, he thought.
Because of drinking, He Qingmo slept very deeply that night.
However, Fan Xing, who was sleeping beside him, woke up many times in the night, worried that he would be uncomfortable, so he would wake up from time to time to take a look.
This also caused Fan Xing to oversleep again the next morning, and it was past ten o'clock when he woke up.
However, today He Qingmo didn't wake up before him, and was still asleep.
Fan Xing observed the man's face through the light from the gaps in the curtains, and found that it had returned to normal, so he lightly got out of bed, ran to the bathroom outside to wash, and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Breakfast was skipped at this time, and he started to prepare lunch directly. Considering that He Qingmo drank last night, he planned to do it lightly at noon.
When the ingredients were almost ready, he heard the door open.
He was a little surprised, and ran over before taking off the apron, only to see a middle-aged woman who was dressed in a delicate and graceful manner pushing the door in.
"Hello, you..."
Before Fan Xing finished speaking, the other party's sharp eyes swept over him, and he interrupted him coldly: "Where's Qingmo? Call his office, and they said he didn't go to the company today."
"Brother... Mr. He hasn't gotten up yet. Where are you..."
The other party interrupted Fan Xing again, "What time is it that you still don't get up? It's getting more and more outrageous!"
Fan Xing stood there and hesitated for a second, then turned around and went to the kitchen to continue preparing lunch.
He probably already knew who that woman was. He could go in and out of He Qingmo's house at will, and he dared to rush to the bedroom when the man fell asleep. No doubt it was his own mother.
Since it's a mother and son, he doesn't care.
Fan Xing guessed right, the other party was indeed He Qingmo's mother Ji Jin.
Ji Jin went up to the second floor and rushed straight into the master bedroom, lifted He Qingmo's quilt, and smashed his handbag, "What's the matter with you? We got married quietly behind our backs, are you right? My father and I are both dead? You can do this kind of thing. Tell me, what else is there that you dare not do?"
Ji Jin stood beside the bed, his angry face turned green. She just went abroad for a few days, and when she came back, his son got married. She still heard from others.
He Qingmo, who was woken up, was a little angry, but the culprit was his own mother, so he could only bear it, rolled over and got out of bed, and said casually, "Didn't you keep urging me to get married?"
"Am I letting you marry anyone you want?"
"You mean you want me to marry someone you find casually?" He Qingmo's tone was very casual, with no emotion.
However, Ji Jin was at a loss for a moment, and then he opened his mouth, his tone was not as stiff as before, "I know you don't like the person I and your dad have chosen 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.
"What kind of person do you still ask me? Don't think I know nothing when I just returned to China. The kid said he was a child of the Gu family, but he didn't know where he came from. I think it's 80% because they cater to your preferences. Bought it. Who knows what kind of person this is? Maybe heβ¦β
"Mom!" He Qingmo's voice rose a little to interrupt her, "I'm already married to him, and legally I'm a family with him. If you say that to him, I'll be angry!"