The patient said it was my ex-boyfriend

The head nurse bumped Mu Jin's shoulder, and Mu Jin looked at her suspiciously, following her gaze, he saw the boy standing with a group of uninvited reporters outside the celebration, the boy saw him raise his hand Shaking the phone.

Mu Jin raised his eyebrows, took out his phone and glanced at it, and sure enough there was an unread message.

- Ties look great.

He chuckled, lowered his head and pressed a few times on the phone.

After a while, the boy lowered his head to look at his phone.

-How did you come?

-I want to see you.

Mu Jin laughed, and whispered something into the head nurse's ear, then hid himself in the crowd, leaned against the wall and went out through the back door.The boy was one step ahead of him and was waiting at the door.

"Aren't you going to receive the congratulatory gift?" Mu Jin pulled off his tie and walked towards the office, "I'm not afraid of your father coming here suddenly... oh, it's your father who is angry now?"

Du Jingheng followed behind him and said in a low voice, "I'm just afraid you'll be angry."

"The mouth is so sweet." Mu Jin chuckled.

The meeting room where small celebrations are held is not far from Mu Jin's office, but only a few steps away.

Mu Jin opened the door and made a gesture of 'please come in'.

This is the first time for Du Jingheng to step into this office. From another perspective, this is also the first time for him to enter Mu Jin's private domain as Du Jingheng.

This feeling made him palpitate, covering up his sourness all the way to the hospital.

"What to drink?" Mu Jin took off his suit and hung it up, and asked casually, "Sugar water?"

"syrup."

Accidentally got an overlapping answer.

Mu Jin turned his head to look at Du Jingheng who was still standing by the door, and Du Jingheng was also looking at him with a smile.

I only heard Du Jingheng say affirmatively: "You still remember."

Mu Jin wanted to say it was a habit, but felt that it was even more inexplicable, so he simply smiled without explaining.

Du Jingheng followed behind him with a little excitement, and looked at Mu Jin's expression with a smile that made the corners of his eyes cock up, with a little childish: "You just remember."

Mu Jin didn't bother to talk to him, but he didn't let him talk and entertain himself by his side.

"The first time we were in the school infirmary, right?" Du Jingheng pestered him knowingly, "You even fed me a bottle of glucose after it was over."

"You still bully me for my inexperience, and you think I'm upright." Du Jingheng was also happy to sing a one-man show by himself. He raised his hand and poked Mu Jin's waist, almost causing Mu Jin to spill water directly.

"Don't make trouble."

In desperation, Mu Jin had no choice but to hand him the water glass to gag him.

The water is just ordinary white water, Du Jingheng took a sip and said with a flat mouth: "It's not sweet."

"There's no candy in the office." Seeing his expression, Mu Jin rubbed his head amusedly.

Du Jingheng casually put the water glass on the desk behind him, and said solemnly: "Yes."

Mu Jin raised his eyebrows in doubt.

Du Jingheng held Mu Jin's arm, moved down gently, intertwined his fingers, stood up slightly, and stood on tiptoe.

"You are my sugar."

— Kiss him on the lips.

There is always a memory that is dusty in my mind, and it just needs an opportunity, like opening the shackles, and vividly remembering the past.

Du Jingheng's lips were slightly cold, trembling nervously and timidly.

Just like eight years ago, the boy who pulled his arm into the infirmary, touched his lips green and rough, but the lips were unusually soft.

"I'm going crazy."

The old and simple infirmary eight years ago seems to overlap with the present generous and exquisite office.

Mu Jin seemed to hear two people talking.

One is oppressive and painful, the other is forbearing and free and easy.

Their voices overlapped, as if the past and reality had been merged by some force.

"I really... like you so much."

Mu Jin felt as if a part of his heart had sunk in, wrapped in a piece of softness, a little sore and swollen.

I was probably poisoned by this kid surnamed Du in front of me.

he thinks.

Maybe it was in the glass of glucose eight years ago.