Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

The drunk Cheng Mu made Song Jiqing very flustered. His words and actions all carried meanings that he didn't understand.

After returning home, Song Jiqing helped Cheng Mu sit down on the sofa. He searched the Internet for a tutorial on sobering up soup, and made it in the kitchen by himself.

When he prepared the hangover soup and brought it out, Cheng Mu had already changed from a half reclining state to sitting upright.

Song Jiqing walked over, put the hangover soup on the coffee table, and called softly, "Cheng Mu?"

"Yes, yes." Cheng Mu agreed, and slowly raised his eyelids to look at him, unable to tell if he was awake or not, and said, "Hand."

"Hand?" Song Jiqing asked suspiciously.

"give me."

Although confused, this was not an excessive request, so Song Jiqing extended his hand to him.

Cheng Mu looked at his hands and said, "Song Jiqing, have you painted your nails yet?"

He just watched and did nothing.

But what he said was too vexatious.

But Song Jiqing had nothing to do with a drunk person, and Cheng Mu, who was so defenseless against him, couldn't do anything about it.

Song Jiqing looked at his fingers, then waved them in front of Cheng Mu, motioning him to look more clearly, "Look carefully."

"It's not nail polish. My nails are originally this color." He bent down and explained patiently.

Cheng Mu grabbed one of his hands, "Pink nail polish, obviously."

Cheng Mu's hands were strong, and Song Jiqing couldn't break free once he was grasped, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Mu frowned, looking unhappy, "You didn't lead me when you came back."

Song Jiqing couldn't laugh or cry: "But I hug you."

"That doesn't count."

Song Jiqing held the soup with the other hand and passed it to Cheng Mu's mouth like coaxing a child, "Drink this up and let's go to bed, shall we?"

Cheng Mu raised his eyebrows, and said with a cool look, "You're teasing me."

"Well," Song Jiqing said, "I'm coaxing you."

"Okay," Cheng Mu raised his chin, "I'm listening."

After drinking the soup, Cheng Mu didn't forget to wipe his mouth with a tissue, and when it was clean, he stood up, took his pajamas in the dark, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Song Jiqing worriedly followed behind, turned on the light for him, and helped him pick up the belt that had just been thrown out.

When he came out of the shower, Cheng Mu wobbled to the bed and sat down. For a long time, he only knew that he was in a daze, and didn't notice that all the buttons of his pajamas were unbuttoned.

With such a wide open chest, you can faintly see the firm abdominal muscles and the waistline without much fat, and Song Jiqing didn't dare to look up.

He squatted down, trying to fasten Cheng Mu's buttons, but before he could do anything, his chin was hooked again. Song Jiqing raised his head slightly according to the force, and happened to see a bright red tattoo on his waist.

Before he could see what the pattern was, Cheng Mu called out, and asked in a confident tone, "What are you looking at?"

Before Song Jiqing could think of a reason to explain, Cheng Mu said again, "Eat my tofu."

Song Jiqing held his breath in his throat, couldn't get up and down, and even forgot what he wanted to say just now, so he backed up and stood up, "I'm going to take a shower."

Cheng Mu withdrew his hand, raised his head slightly to look at Song Jiqing, slapped his long eyelashes twice, and said firmly, "You don't want to chat with me, and you don't want to button me."

"I'm going to be unhappy." Cheng Mu said, "I'm going to be sad."

Cheng Mu's choking trick is simply perfect. Song Jiqing glanced at Cheng Mu's pitiful face, sighed, and said, "I'll be back after taking a shower, you—"

After speaking halfway, Song Jiqing stopped talking, and finally helped him fasten the buttons.

"Then hurry up," Cheng Mu said, "I can't wait that long, I'm in a hurry."

Song Jiqing wanted to move a chair to sit in front of him and quarrel with him, so he pretended to be fierce and said, "I don't."

Cheng Muba smacked his lips twice, and said solemnly: "It's just chatting under the quilt, I won't lie to you."

If it weren't for the drunken redness in the corners of Cheng Mu's eyes, Song Jiqing would have thought he was pretending to be drunk.

"Yeah," Song Jiqing said, "I'll be right back."

He behaved the same way during the day, and behaved differently when he was drunk. Song Jiqing almost made Song Jiqing think that he had changed under the skin.

Troublesome and annoying.

But after entering the bathroom, Song Jiqing saw his own face in the mirror, clearly smiling.

Cheng Mu like this made him feel better.

When they woke up, their hands were still intertwined. To be precise, it was Cheng Mu who hadn't let go of Song Jiqing's hand.

The window was blown up a small corner by the wind, exposing a little bright sunlight.

Song Jiqing narrowed his eyes, moved carefully, and tried to pull out his hand, but failed, and his hand was clenched even tighter.

Holding this position for a long time made Song Jiqing's arms a little numb.

"Morning." Cheng Mu pressed his palm and said.

Song Jiqing froze immediately, and spoke after a while, "Cheng Mu? You're awake."

"Well," Cheng Mu responded, "I've been awake for a long time."

Song Jiqing was sweating hotly on his back, trying to remind him, "Hands..."

"Oh," Cheng Mu raised their intertwined hands, "You said this."

Song Jiqing nodded hastily, and even a little drowsiness disappeared, even if he was drunk and had intimate behaviors.

But now there is no excuse for getting drunk between them at all, and it doesn't feel good to keep this close...

Cheng Mu looked into his eyes calmly, and then asked, "Is it okay to hold hands?"

Song Jiqing didn't know how to answer.

So he opened his mouth thinking about explaining, "You were drunk last night..."

Cheng Mu stared at him, "Well, then?"

"So... maybe holding hands is not your original intention, but because you were drunk." Song Jiqing talked cowardly, and finally even wanted to close his eyes and not look at Cheng Mu.

"I'm drunk," Cheng Mu said in a deep tone, "It's not amnesia."

Song Jiqing received a knock on the forehead, "Stupid."

It will be the new year in a few days, and Cheng Mu gave the employees annual leave, so there is no rush to go to work today.

He never shied away from Song Jiqing when he changed clothes, but Song Jiqing was always paying attention, and he didn't look at him when he could, closing his eyes or turning his head away, very obedient.

As a result, he got up together today, and was about to take off his pajamas to change into home clothes, when he turned his head and met Song Jiqing's wide-open eyes.

"Peeping?" Cheng Mu asked.

"No." Song Jiqing quickly denied.

"You watched it last night." Cheng Mu chuckled lightly and turned back.

Song Jiqing pulled the quilt, buried his face in it, and said in a muffled voice, "You speak so forcefully."

He didn't want to look at it at first, but he just couldn't help being curious, what exactly was that bright red tattoo he saw on Cheng Mu's waist last night?

But now that someone caught him by the pigtails, Song Jiqing couldn't look at it with a cheeky face.

But Cheng Mu changed his normal routine, looked at the quilt with a bulging bag, and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it."

Song Jiqing was bored in the quilt and his head was hot. He let out a small "ah" and said helplessly, "Hurry up, I want to get up too."

Cheng Mu stopped teasing him, and after changing his clothes, he said to Song Jiqing, "The sun is out, you can wear thinner clothes today."

Song Jiqing poked his head out and said "Oh".

When Song Jiqing packed up and went downstairs, Cheng Mu was standing by the window to answer the phone.

It was a little far away, but Song Jiqing heard a familiar name.

"Qing Zi."

The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, and the phone never hung up. Song Jiqing looked at the wall clock on the wall, the minute hand went from five to ten, and when it was about to reach the next fifteen, Cheng Mu hung up the phone and came over.

Song Jiqing said, "Breakfast is cold, let me help you warm it up."

Cheng Mu glanced at him and said, "No need, I have something to go out, you eat first, you may not come back at noon."

Song Jiqing pursed his lips, wanted to ask something, but held back, and just said, "Okay, be careful on the road."

The author has something to say:

Cheng Mu: tease my wife while drunk^^

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