Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

On the day I returned to Qinglin City, it rained heavily.

The stagnant water on the street flowed rapidly, soaking the uppers of pedestrians' shoes.

Song Jiqing took a four-hour bus ride, and arrived in the city at around seven o'clock in the evening.

The journey was bumpy, and he got motion sickness all the way. After eating several slices of red ginger, he calmed down a little.

Regardless of the wet trousers and slightly messy hair, Song Jiqing dragged his luggage and hailed a taxi. After getting in the car and reporting the address, he nervously and eagerly waited for the moment to meet Xiang Jin.

During the year when he went to support teaching, he had been in contact with Xiang Jin, but due to various factors, the two had not been able to meet each other.

But fortunately, as Song Jiqing's lover, Xiang Jin was always considerate of everything about him, without any complaints or dissatisfaction.

It was less than eight o'clock, and the Qianmu bar was still deserted, with only a few employees cleaning and making some preparations. Song Jiqing looked around, but couldn't find Xiang Jin, so he asked a familiar waiter, " Hello, is Xiang Jin here?"

The other party glanced at him, as if recognizing him, and suddenly hesitated, "Him? I don't know, it should be in the lounge at the back."

"Well, thank you, I'll go find him in the back."

The other party was still staring at him, with some unbearable eyes, "Why don't you wait here for a while? Xiang Jin should come out soon."

"It's okay," Song Jiqing's eyes sparkled, as if explaining to him, and he said softly, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

The light in the bar was very dark. At this moment, Song Jiqing heard the sound of the rollers of the suitcase and the beating of his own heart.The door of the lounge was half-closed, and a very faint light came through. Song Jiqing put the suitcase by the wall, stood up straight, subconsciously straightened his hair, and then gently opened the door.

One minute before he opened the door, Song Jiqing was still thinking that Xiang Jin must be sleeping on the sofa, and he didn't have a blanket on him.

The scene after the door opened brought all his thoughts and emotions to a sudden stop, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Xiang Jin?"

The voice was sharp, like a sharp arrow, forcing the two people who were kissing passionately to a halt. They turned their backs to Song Jiqing's figure and slowly turned their heads. There was still evidence of stealing and a bright lipstick mark on their mouths.

"Ji...Ji Qing? Why did you come back all of a sudden?" The panic in Xiang Jin's eyes created more wounds on Song Jiqing's heart, cutting him to pieces.

What a surprise?It's all just self-deception.

The face in front of him was obviously very familiar, but now it made him feel extremely strange.

Song Jiqing clasped his hands, tried his best to restrain his gaffe, and laughed at himself, "It seems that I disturbed your good business, Xiang Jin."

Xiang Jin panicked for a moment, quickly pushed away the man in front of him, opened his mouth in a vain attempt to argue again, "Ji Qing, listen to my explanation, okay?"

Seeing Xiang Jin's flustered look, the man next to him with bright lipstick sneered, folded his arms with great interest and did not speak, watching the excitement quietly.

"It's not necessary," Song Jiqing looked at him, his voice was full of sadness, but it sounded absolutely indifferent, and he said word by word, "That's it, Xiang Jin, we... get together and get separated."

After saying the word breakup, there was no relief at all, but more tiredness.

The joy that had been brewing in his heart was swept away like this, and the resentment that replaced it fell heavily, making him unable to breathe.

If he stays any longer, he will collapse.

Song Jiqing exhausted all his strength before he walked out of the bar and entered the night of the street.

His tears were about to burst through the floodgate, and flowed thousands of miles away, but the phone call that followed forced his tears back.

It was Song Kun, his father who had never contacted him for a year.

It may be emotionally frustrated, so this phone call is particularly precious, the only warmth in this silent night, as if all the unpleasant memories of the past can be written off.

Song Jiqing's eyes were red, he really thought so.

He gently put the connected phone to his ear, "Dad What's wrong?"

"My dear son, I heard that you have returned to Qinglin? Give Dad some money," Song Kun's voice sounded vague and distant, and the man's rough cry hit his eardrums, "90 is fine, Dad really doesn't have it There is a solution, those people have already come to the door, if I don't give them money, they will kill me!"

"90?" Song Jiqing's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he clenched his phone tightly, "You have already used up all the money saved at home, where do you want me to get it for you now? Didn't you say you won't gamble anymore, you You promised me!"

Song Kun didn't get the answer he wanted, so he became angry and said in a bad tone: "I have raised you for so many years, sent you to study art and study, what's wrong with giving me some money now! If you have no conscience, you can bear to look at you Daddy hiding in Tibet? Being looked down upon by others?"

Song Jiqing was so exhausted that even his fingertips were trembling. He suppressed his tears and cried out, "Okay, I'll give you the money, but in the future, whatever you do has nothing to do with me."

"White-eyed wolf, don't you want to recognize your father?" Song Kun cursed at the other end.

"If you don't agree, I won't give you a penny of the money." Song Jiqing was completely disappointed in him, and his tone was also firm, refusing to back down even the slightest bit.

Song Kun clicked his tongue impatiently, as if he felt that as long as he got the money, everything would be fine, so he said impatiently: "All right, all right, if you don't admit it, don't forget to give the money."

"Yeah." Song Jiqing said hoarsely, "I'll never forget it."

Now he really has nowhere to go, the home is like a bottomless pit, except money is money, and now even the lover who has been sympathetic to each other is doing one thing face to face and one behind the other, adding words such as betrayal, derailment, and lies to him .

Alcohol is indeed an excellent tool for paralyzing the nerves. Song Jiqing's palms were cold, and even the transparent glass he was holding was shockingly cold. The transparent wine dripped down the throat, burning his throat and lungs, and burning his mind along with it Exhausted.

He stared at the red eyes, already numb and insensitive, but belatedly, he actually felt waves of unbearable dull pain.

He squatted pitifully in the corridor of the hotel, watching the voice-activated lights in the corridor flickering on and off in a helpless posture.

Therefore, when someone stood in front of him, Song Jiqing couldn't react, and was still blindfolded, staring blankly at the front.

The other party bent down and said, "Here, tissues." The voice was very low, like a gust of wind in early winter, warmly entering Song Jiqing's ears.

Maybe it was because he was so drunk that Song Jiqing couldn't even remember whether he reached out to take the tissue handed over by the other party.

But the only thing that was certain was that he grabbed the opponent's hand.

Like the sound, the touch of the hand is also cold.

He didn't know why he suddenly became bolder and dared to hold the hand of a strange man.

Alcohol?Or an emotional breakdown?Song Jiqing had no time to discuss, and a new problem before him occupied his mind.

When I woke up the next day, there was a strange man lying beside the bed, what should I do?

Song Jiqing looked to the right side of the pillow in horror. Compared to his nervousness and restlessness, the other side was the complete opposite.

The man was fast asleep, revealing a handsome enough face, but even with his eyes closed, Song Jiqing could feel the aura of a man who was used to being in a superior position.

Don't dare to get too close.

With a splitting headache after a hangover, Song Jiqing breathed a sigh of relief after checking his clothes and body.

Nothing should have happened...

Song Jiqing was about to stand up and get off the bed, but in the next second, there was a clear click sound from his waist, and the soreness swept over him, making him nailed in place as if his soul had come out of his body.

He froze in place, with only one thought in his mind.

It's over, he really put people to sleep.

"Where to?"

Cheng Mu had a rare good night's sleep and woke up refreshed, but when he saw the back of someone who wanted to leave quietly, he couldn't help saying.

Song Jiqing couldn't move his legs immediately, and turned around as if he was dead, and said bitterly, "I'm thirsty and want to drink water."

"You drink first," Cheng Mu sat up, "Let's talk after drinking."

Song Jiqing couldn't swallow anymore, so he simply smashed the jar, moved a chair next to him, and sat down beside the bed. He said in a serious and serious tone, "I will take care of it. If you have any requests, just ask."

Cheng Mu lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "I need a legal partner."

Song Jiqing was a little surprised, "You mean marriage?"

"Yes," Cheng Mu said, "We can make an agreement between us, and we can each get what we need."

"How are you sure I will agree?" Song Jiqing was alert and cautious.

Cheng Mu chuckled: "You said, you have to be responsible to me."

Song Jiqing didn't know how to answer, so he asked, "What do you want?"

"A companion/sleeper."

"Accompany...accompany/sleep?" Song Jiqing blushed fiercely.

"Yes." Cheng Mu continued, "I slept well last night."

Song Jiqing quickly caught the key words, "Just sleeping, nothing else?"

"What else do you want to do?" The other party refused to follow his trick and asked slowly.

Song Jiqing stuttered again, "No...it's nothing."

"And you, what do you want?" Cheng Mu fastened the last button of his shirt, looked up at Song Jiqing, "We can discuss everything."

"I haven't agreed to your request yet."

"negotiable."

Song Jiqing's mind was heavy, and it would take time to sort out the amount of information, so he was silent for a while, and then said softly: "I can agree with the agreement you said, but I have to add one."

"You said."

"During marriage, both parties must not force each other to do anything they do not want."

"for example?"

"In-depth contact," Song Jiqing opened his eyes, "This won't work."

"Yes, I promise."

Song Jiqing lowered his head and clasped the back of his hand, "And... I need 90, can you give it?"

In fact, he didn't believe that he was so charming that he could make the other party agree to the request without hesitation, so he thought that it would be best if he refused.

But Cheng Mu said without thinking, "Of course."

Song Jiqing was stunned.

Cheng Mu said: "It's a happy cooperation."

Song Jiqing responded slowly: "Well, it's a pleasant cooperation..."

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