Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

Song Jiqing couldn't taste the taste of this meal.

Aunt Fang also went out, saying that she was going to the supermarket to shop and buy some vegetables. After eating breakfast and washing the dishes by himself, he sat on the sofa in the living room with his eyes closed.

Why is the weather so good today, with sunshine and breeze.

It is more suitable for two people to go out and have fun.

Song Jiqing let out a soft "ah".

The faces of Chen Qingzi and Cheng Mu turned back and forth in his mind.

For a while, Chen Qingzi frowned and smiled and gently bumped Cheng Mu's arm, and for a while, Cheng Mu was drunk and sitting on the sofa in a daze.

Go out to eat and definitely drink.

You can get drunk if you drink.

And when Cheng Mu was drunk, he would become easy to get close to.

But the person by his side today is Chen Qingzi.

Not Song Jiqing.

Song Jiqing clicked on WeChat, stared at the profile picture of Cheng Mu's big dog, and typed a sentence in the chat box: When will you call back today?

After a while, I deleted it all at once, and finally left the WeChat interface without posting anything.

"Cheng Mu, your profile picture is so cute." Chen Qingzi added Cheng Mu's WeChat.

Click into his circle of friends to see, a few bare current affairs news forwarded, flimsy and tasteless, really not interesting.

Cheng Mu loosened the neckline and said, "My wife drew it for me."

Chen Qingzi was stunned, her smile froze for a moment, "Mr. Song is quite interesting."

After walking around with Chen Qingzi for a long time, seeing the time slip by a lot, she still didn't say she wanted to go back as if she didn't enjoy the shopping to the fullest.

Cheng Mu asked directly, "Have you bought everything you need?"

Chen Qingzi resentfully said: "It's almost there."

Early in the morning, Chen Qingzi called and said that her mother was sick and hospitalized, could she please accompany her to visit her.

The Chen family is a family of aromatherapy, and the sleep aid aromatherapy that Cheng Mu is using now is made by Chen's mother.

It can be said that although Chen Qingzi went abroad to study and the two rarely met, it did not affect the relationship between the Cheng and Chen families at all.

Therefore, Chen's mother was ill, and Cheng Mu should visit her.So he didn't refuse.

"Auntie, are you feeling better?"

Mother Chen's face was pale, but she still smiled when she saw Cheng Mu, "Why did you come to see me on purpose, kid?"

Chen Qingzi interjected, "Mom, I called the person over, look," Chen Qingzi pointed to the pile of things that had been placed on the table just after entering, "Thanks to Cheng Mu."

Chen's mother laughed and cursed dotingly, "You clever girl."

Then he looked at Cheng Mu with concern, and asked, "Did the newly released bitter orange cedar help your insomnia?"

Cheng Mu smiled: "The effect is remarkable, thank you Auntie."

Chen's mother didn't know the news of Cheng Mu's marriage, so she still wanted to match him with her daughter, so she changed her words and said: "For the relief of insomnia, external assistance is necessary, but in fact, you still need to pay attention to your personal mood."

"Maybe it's the lack of a confidant." She hinted.

Cheng Mu understood Chen's mother's implication as soon as he heard it. From the very beginning, he and Song Jiqing's marriage never thought of hiding it from others, but he just never found a suitable opportunity to let everyone know.

Seeing that Cheng Mu didn't speak, Chen Qingzi felt embarrassed, and winked at her mother, "Mom, Cheng Mu is already married, so you still have plans."

Chen's mother stopped talking, with an apologetic smile on her face, and said softly: "Cheng Mu, it's because Auntie didn't think carefully."

Cheng Mu's eyes remained unchanged, and said: "It's okay, you are doing it for my own good."

While talking, two WeChat messages rang on the phone.

[Song Jiqing: Cheng Mu ^●]

[Song Jiqing: The weather forecast says it will rain, have you brought an umbrella? ]

Cheng Mu couldn't help rubbing the edge of the phone, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he raised his head and said to Mother Chen, "I bought some supplements for you. If you are sick, you need to replenish your body. I hope you will recover as soon as possible."

Cheng Mu stood up and shook the phone, "There are still people waiting for dinner at home, I have to go back first, and I will see you next time when I have time."

Mother Chen sat up slightly, and said, "Qingzi, send Cheng Mu off."

Cheng Mu said there was no need to send him off, but Chen Qingzi walked out of the ward with him, "Mr. Song is rushing?" she asked.

Cheng Mu nodded, "Well, it's strictly controlled."

Chen Qingzi shrugged helplessly and said, "I've never seen you so obedient."

Cheng Mu said: "I have a low status at home, there is nothing I can do." He said that his status was low, but the smile on his face did not fade at all, and the word happiness radiated from his whole body.

Song Jiqing regretted sending those two messages, and worried that he had interfered with Cheng Mu, so he rolled over and over on the sofa with his pillow in his arms.

But the message has already timed out, and now even if you regret it, you can't withdraw it.

Song Jiqing held the phone in his arms and looked at it every 2 minutes, but after 10 minutes passed, the phone didn't even vibrate, let alone wechat messages.

Song Jiqing waited and waited.

Wait for the sound of fingerprints unlocking the door.

beep.

"Song Jiqing, the weather forecast didn't say it would rain today." The man was wearing a camel-colored overcoat, making him even more tall and tall.

Song Jiqing gripped the phone tightly, turned around in surprise, and said, "Why did you come back so early?"

"The weather is so good in the afternoon, wouldn't it be a waste if I don't go out to play with you?" Cheng Mu said with a smile in his voice.

Song Jiqing blushed hesitantly, "Yes...the weather is not bad this afternoon."

"Have you eaten lunch?" Cheng Mu sat next to him, took the pillow on Song Jiqing's lap, grabbed it in his hand and squeezed it gently.

As soon as Cheng Mu sat next to him, Song Jiqing felt a strong sense of oppression, and his breathing was a little short, "Not yet." He said.

Cheng Mu put down the pillow and sighed leisurely.

"What's wrong?" Song Jiqing asked.

Cheng Mu said, "I didn't eat breakfast."

"Hungry," he added.

Song Jiqing whispered angrily, "I said I would keep it for you, but I don't want it."

Cheng Mu grabbed Song Jiqing's sleeve, tugged it lightly, and said softly, "I was wrong."

Song Jiqing pulled out his cuffs, stood up awkwardly, "I'm going to change."

Cheng Mu leisurely leaned on the sofa and said, "I'll wait for you, take it easy, don't worry."

Song Jiqing walked a few steps, turned around suddenly, stared at Cheng Mu, and said, "I'm not shy!"

"Okay," Cheng Mu smiled, and closed his eyes cooperatively, "I didn't see it, so I just assume you're not shy."

Sitting in the co-pilot, Song Jiqing put his head on his seat belt, and the smell of women's perfume slipped through the tip of his nose.

Is Chen Qingzi also sitting here this morning?

Song Jiqing paused for a moment before regaining consciousness.

Why!What do you think, just normal friends.

It's just a ride and nothing else.

Cheng Mu started the car, checked the rearview mirror, and slowly drove out of the garage, seemingly unintentionally said: "I went to see Chen Qingzi this morning."

The fish quickly took the bait, and took the initiative to grab the fishing rod.

"Is that the girl from the party that day? Did I ask you for something? Where did you go to play?" Song Jiqing asked a series of questions.

Cheng Mu said helplessly, "Song Jiqing, you have so many questions, which one should I answer first?"

Song Jiqing grabbed the seat belt on his chest, "I'm sorry."

"Qingzi is the one you saw last time. Her mother is sick, so I'll go and have a look. Before going, Qingzi wanted to buy something, so we went to the supermarket first."

After the vehicle entered and exited the gap between the recognition system's response, Cheng Mu stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Jiqing's head, "I've explained everything, is there anything else I want to ask?"

Song Jiqing licked his lips, pursed his lips slightly, "Not anymore."

"What do you want to eat later?" Cheng Mu asked as the black Bentley turned into the main road.

Song Jiqing thought for a while, and said greedily, "Hot pot."

"If you don't like to eat, you can eat anything else." Song Jiqing said, "I can do anything."

Cheng Mu said: "Hotpot is okay, Sun Tielan recommended a good restaurant, we can try it."

It was approaching noon and during the holiday, the hot pot restaurant was crowded with a lot of people.

Song Jiqing was fine, but he was worried that Cheng Mu was not used to being crowded with others, so he subconsciously stood in front of him, "Find a seat first, I'll queue up to get a number, you wait for me, don't go Far away."

It really feels good to be protected, Cheng Mu nodded obediently: "Okay, Teacher Song."

Song Jiqing's face began to heat up again: "Don't call me that!"

Cheng Mu pretended not to hear clearly: "Huh?"

Song Jiqing waved his hand: "Forget it...I'll go to line up."

When it was finally their turn, Song Jiqing was already in a hurry, wishing he could put his hand on Cheng Mu's stomach.

"Cheng Mu, are you very hungry?" Song Jiqing frowned, "Can you bear it? It's okay, just say it straight, I won't laugh at you."

Cheng Mu frowned, nodded, "Well, I'm hungry."

"Let's adjust the ingredients first," Song Jiqing said, "I've ordered some rice for you, and you'll fill your stomach first, so you don't have an empty stomach, so you won't get a stomach ache from the spicy food."

When Song Jiqing spoke, the flesh on his face would puff up a little, which was surprisingly cute.

Cheng Mu stared at him, his fingers were numb, he would give up if he endured it, he pinched Song Jiqing's cheek, and said, "You are my little friend."

At this moment, the waiter came over with a plate and was about to put the meat and vegetables on their table.

Song Jiqing finally stopped muttering, looked at Cheng Mu, widened his eyes, and said, "This is outside!"

"What's going on outside," Cheng Mu smiled and withdrew his hand, "I'm not shy."

Song Jiqing glanced left and right, and said to him honestly: "I'm shy!"

Cheng Mu took a mouthful of rice and said, "Oh."

Then boiled a piece of tender hairy belly in the hot pot, dipped it into Song Jiqing's bowl, and said, "Here, Song is shy, let's eat a piece of hairy belly first."

Song Jiqing took Maodu, chewed it in his mouth, and said unconvinced, "Thank you, Cheng Shalai."

Cheng Mu raised half of his eyebrows: "Who taught you, Song Jiqing."

Song Jiqing thought back for half a second, and said, "Drunk Cheng Mu taught me."

Cheng Mu put down his chopsticks and looked straight at him: "Tell me, why did I cheat?"

"Dear—" Song Jiqing stopped before finishing speaking.

"I kiss..." Cheng Mu continued, "I kiss you."

Song Jiqing didn't want to answer him anymore, and ate a large piece of pork belly by himself, his mouth turned red.

Cheng Mu said again: "This is not cheating."

"It's called hooliganism," he said.

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