Opening the door, Su Mu was pulled into a warm and firm embrace.
"Are you crying?" It was Jing Zhixuan's deep and magnetic voice. It sounds good, like the voice of an angel.
"Woo..." At this moment, Su Mu's tears, which had been so hard to stop, spewed out as if the embankment had been broken.
"!!!" Even Jing Zhixuan, who was used to Su Mu's craziness, was startled. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he hugged Su Mu's waist and led him to a corner of the living room, and followed him side by side. The service staff who were about to serve the food waved their hands and signaled them to enter the door.
"Woo woo woo..."
Jing Zhixuan held the back of Su Mu's neck with his big hot hands, held him in his arms, and gently comforted him with calloused fingertips.
Seeing the two waiters hastily set the plates, pushed the dining cart out and closed the door, Jing Zhixuan let go of Su Mu a little.
Before he lowered his head to check, Su Mu followed him away and slipped into his arms as if cheating.
Jing Zhixuan hugged Su Mu's back helplessly, bent down and reached out to hook him under his knees, carried Su Mu to the dining table.
He kicked off the dining chair, sat down, and placed Su Mu on his lap.
Straddle posture, face to face.
In the past, Jing Zhixuan particularly disliked Su Mu's unrestrained sitting posture.
Now, only at such a close distance does he feel real.
Su Mu used to be a crybaby, whether it was real crying or fake crying, Jing Zhixuan couldn't help but soften his heart and let him do whatever he wanted.
What's more, now, his heart was as soft as a hot spring when he saw Su Mu for the first time yesterday.
Although the hatred has not dissipated.
Jing Zhixuan lifted Su Mu's chin gently, seeing his face and eyes red from crying like a cat, his heart tightened: "Stomach pain?"
Su Mu groaned and groaned again, then bent his back and shook his head, his closed eyes still daring not to open.
Jing Zhixuan frowned: "Aren't you happy that I hug you?"
"!!!" Su Mu's body trembled, and he shook his head without hesitation, and thin water marks spread on his face indiscriminately.
"Squeamish!" Jing Zhixuan snorted coldly, while wiping away Su Mu's tears with a tissue: "If you feel uncomfortable, I'll take you to the hospital after dinner."
"No..." Su Mu hoarse and whimpered softly, "I want, I want you to eat with me."
"..." Jing Zhixuan's heart was bumped without warning, and the hand he was holding on Su Mu's waist was a little numb, and it took him a long time to recover: "Then don't cry, go sit down and eat."
Su Mu jumped off Jing Zhixuan's lap obediently, and sat across from Jing Zhixuan with her thighs and calves trembling.
During the meal, Jing Zhixuan didn't speak.
Su Mu picked up a few dishes with chopsticks cautiously, but drank the whole bowl of porridge in front of him.
Seeing Su Mu put down his chopsticks, Jing Zhixuan stood up and looked at Su Mu who was sitting with his head bowed. His eyes were burning and his voice was cold: "Let's go, I'll take you back."
When going out, Su Mu was a little tangled.
The jacket that Jing Zhixuan threw on the carpet last night and the blood-stained pants that were thrown in the bathroom were newly bought yesterday.
Fake famous brands are not expensive, but for him who is living in poverty, it is not very cheap.
In the end, Su Mu followed Jing Zhixuan out of the room in pain.
Did not take clothes. >﹏