Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

At the end of December, the weather was not warm, and the light rain fell heavily, and the raindrops knocked on the glass windows, leaving a shallow water mark.

There was no need to prepare too much, the two of them took the documents and went through the marriage formalities. On the third day, Song Jiqing took his luggage and moved into Cheng Mu's house.

It's a not-so-small duplex house, the color tone is mainly cold and windy, with black, white and gray accounting for most of it. Song Jiqing looked around, and finally stopped on the second floor, and couldn't help but ask, "I...do you want to sleep in a room with me?"

Cheng Mu said, "Well, if something is missing, you can tell Aunt Fang."

"Aunt Fang?"

Just as he was talking, a woman wearing a dark blue apron emerged from the kitchen, with a round face, small ears, and a very easy-going appearance. "It's me. My surname is Fang. You can also be like Mr. Cheng in the future. Just call me Aunt Fang. If you have anything to do, you can call me." She had a smile on her face as she spoke, appearing very close.

Song Jiqing let go of his reserve and called out, "Aunt Fang."

"Hey." Fang Guanying happily responded, "The food will be ready soon, and it's almost ready to eat."

Song Jiqing nodded, "Then I'll go up and put my luggage away."

There were a lot of things in the suitcase, which were full and heavy. When carrying it upstairs, Song Jiqing wheezed and exerted great strength. When he walked up the sixth step, a powerful hand suddenly appeared in his sight. ,"Let me do it."

Cheng Mu was wearing a silver-gray suit, but when he moved the suitcase, he looked effortless, and there were no wrinkles on his clothes. He was neat and crisp, and he quickly went upstairs with the suitcase.

Song Jiqing almost didn't realize it, and hurriedly followed, saying, "Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome."

The master bedroom is very large. When you walk in, you can smell a faint scent of incense. The smell is faint, like cedar, mixed with a bitter medicinal fragrance, which penetrates into the nasal cavity, making people drowsy.

Song Jiqing didn't like to drink medicine, he was too afraid of pain, but the taste made him feel comfortable and gently affected his senses.

But when he saw the clean and tidy bed, Song Jiqing's relaxed mood suddenly became tense.

How should he spend tonight.

Cheng Mu put the luggage next to the cabinet, walked over, and called, "Song Jiqing."

"Huh? Yes." Song Jiqing came back to his senses.

"Don't be in a daze," Cheng Mu's expression was very calm, "Get ready, let's go down to eat."

"Oh yes." Song Jiqing looked away in embarrassment, and replied.

The first day of coming to Cheng's house passed unexpectedly quickly. Song Jiqing cleared out all the clothes and daily necessities in the suitcase, and the traces of his life slowly filled the house, shoe cabinets, wardrobes, The colors gradually increased, blending with the three colors of black, white and gray, without being obtrusive at all.

It's an amazing feeling to enter someone else's realm of life, and even to be a part of it.

It's like... having a home again.

The sky had gradually turned dark, and the living room was brighter with the lights on. He and Cheng Mu each occupied one side of the sofa.

Cheng Mu turned on the computer to work, while he curled up on the sofa with headphones on and watched a drama.

After chasing two episodes of TV, Song Jiqing was the first to be unable to hold on, and yawned several times in a row, exited the phone interface, took off the earphones, Song Jiqing turned his head to look at Cheng Mu, and said, "I'm so sleepy, then I'll take a shower first. .”

"En." Cheng Mu replied without raising his head.

There were a lot of bottles and jars in the bathroom, and the labels seemed to be in French. Song Jiqing couldn't understand them, but luckily he brought his own toiletries. He was used to Shiseido's shower gel, so he didn't have to bother to identify the French words on them. what do you mean.

Song Jiqing stretched out his hand to turn on the shower, and after a short wait, hot water came out. The hot air immediately filled the entire bathroom, and the water gently wrapped his skin. This shower made him drowsy.

During the supporting education period, he lived in the villagers' bungalows with bricks and tiles, so he had to wait for a long time before he could get hot water and take a comfortable hot bath. Song Jiqing hadn't felt such a leisurely and unhurried life for a long time.

After taking a shower, Cheng Mu had already returned to the room, and was talking on the phone with his mobile phone. Song Jiqing glanced over there, ashamed to disturb others, so he could only search the room by himself with his wet head wrapped in a towel.

When the lotus root pink towel passed by Cheng Mu again, he hung up the phone and said to Song Jiqing, "The hair dryer is in the cabinet on your left."

Song Jiqing stopped immediately, "Oh, yes." He changed direction stiffly, bent down and went to the cabinet to get the hair dryer.

While he was drying his hair, Cheng Mu also went in to take a shower.

Song Jiqing dried her hair, put the hair dryer back to its original place, stood by the bed, rubbed her face vigorously, and then lifted the quilt to lie down. It was inevitable that there would be too close body contact after falling asleep. Song Jiqing pressed against the edge of the bed, occupying only A very narrow place.

He always fell asleep quickly, but this time was different, he had to tense up and wait for someone to lie down next to him.

The sound of the water stopped, and after a while, the door of the bathroom was opened, and Cheng Mu came out in a bathrobe, there was a rustle, and then it was quiet.Song Jiqing smelled something deeper than during the day, it seemed that Cheng Mu had lit the incense.

The familiar cedar fragrance contains a bit of bitter medicinal taste.

He closed his eyes tightly, and his sleepless mind slowly became sleepy.

In a daze, he felt that Cheng Mu had gone to bed and lay down beside him.

There was silence for a while, Song Jiqing suddenly remembered his responsibility, so he tilted his head with difficulty, and said in a sleepy voice, "Good night, I hope you can sleep soundly tonight..."

Cheng Mu closed his eyes and said "um", his voice seemed to soften the edges and corners, and said, "Good night."

When he woke up in the morning, there was no one around Song Jiqing, and Cheng Mu must have already gotten up and gone to work.

Thinking of this, Song Jiqing relaxed a lot, stretched freely, and then slowly got up from the bed, ready to go to the bathroom to wash up.

The bathroom door was closed, but not locked. Song Jiqing didn't think too much about it, and opened it with a light twist.

If his ears were sharper, he would not have opened the door so hastily.

Because the person who thought he had already gone to work was bending over slightly to rub the foam on his short hair, his thin upper body was naked, and his wheat-colored skin suddenly caught Song Jiqing's eyes.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Song Jiqing woke up instantly after dozing off. He grabbed the doorknob and nailed it in place, his eyes were tightly closed, and he forgot to move.

The other party unhurriedly pulled a bath towel around his body, raised his eyebrows at Song Jiqing very indistinctly, "I'm used to living alone, sorry."

Song Jiqing's beautiful single eyelids were so tightly closed that two slits could be squeezed out, his face wrinkled pitifully, "I'm too reckless, you wash it slowly!"

Song Jiqing groped to find a way to go back, closed the door again, opened his eyes little by little, stared at the closed door for a long time, and felt relieved for a long time. For some reason, he suddenly lowered his head and patted his stomach. .

How many abs do I have?

While he was thinking, the bathroom door suddenly opened in front of him again. Cheng Mu turned sideways, glanced at him, and said, "Could you please help me get the razor, it's on the bedside table."

Song Jiqing's hand touching his stomach froze for a moment, he raised his head stiffly, and forced out a smile, "Okay."

"Mr. Song, does the pumpkin porridge still taste good?" Fang Guanying asked expectantly.

Song Jiqing nodded, "It's delicious." After finishing speaking, he picked up the bowl and took a big gulp to show his sincerity. Fang Guanying smiled until his eyes narrowed, revealing a lovely row of neat and small teeth, and said cheerfully : "Mr. Song, you are too cute."

Song Jiqing blushed so much that she didn't dare to meet Cheng Mu's gaze.

They sat across the table, very close to each other. With his head lowered, Song Jiqing could see the other's slender fingers and a strong forearm.

Fang Guanying was in a good mood, ready to go out with a cloth bag on his shoulders, "I'm going out to buy vegetables, is there anything Mr. Song wants to eat?"

Song Jiqing swallowed the porridge left in his mouth, blinked at Fang Guanying, and said, "Aunt Fang, I don't have anything in particular, you can just buy it as you see it."

"okay."

The gate opened and closed, and now it was just the two of them in the house.

Song Jiqing sat on the chair, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Cheng Mu put the spoon lightly on the side of the bowl, looked up at Song Jiqing, but only saw the top of the man's black and fluffy hair, so he called out, "Song Jiqing."

Song Jiqing replied immediately, "Hey, yes." He then raised his head, and the exposed white forehead slowly slid past Cheng Mu's eyes, and the picture finally stopped on the rosy face, and Cheng Mu's gaze fell on His face seemed to be in a good mood, and he asked, "Where do you work? I can drive you."

Song Jiqing shook his head, "No need." He added, "I just returned to Qinglin City and haven't worked yet. I plan to apply for a job this afternoon."

Cheng Mu nodded, "If you need help, you can tell me." He finished his breakfast, stood up with a bowl in his hand, and walked into the kitchen.

Song Jiqing looked at his back and said, "Okay, thank you."

"It's okay, you don't have to be so polite." Cheng Mu replied, "After all, I am also your legal husband."

Song Jiqing lowered his eyelids and said "Mmm", "I will pay attention."

Originally calm emotions surged up again, and Song Jiqing's mood became complicated for a while, and the feeling of being a world away after the newlyweds surged up again, and he suddenly felt like a small boat in the sea, drifting left and right, having difficulty finding the right direction.

And the only lighthouse, seemingly invisible, has become the man in front of me...

Fortunately, the interview in the afternoon went well. Changyu Middle School happened to be short of an art teacher. Seeing that Song Jiqing had relatively long teaching experience and qualifications, he immediately made a decision and asked him to start classes on Monday.

When I got home at night, Song Jiqing was always in a good mood. He was busy with Aunt Fang. He was very good at picking and washing vegetables, which made Auntie feel embarrassed, "You are the master, why are you still busy with me?" gone?"

Song Jiqing was very serious, "It's okay, besides, you are the elder. Just let me help you. Just don't think I'm making trouble."

"All right, all right, you kid." Fang Guanying said to him with a smile.

She came to Cheng's family as a nanny for nearly ten years. She said she was a nanny, but in fact, to a certain extent, she was almost the same as Cheng Mu's mother, watching him grow up and get married.

Cheng Qihong and Yang Nianci live abroad all the year round, and most of the time they stay at home alone, studying, living, and now working, they are all alone, so Fang Guanying is distressed, she also has her own children, so she can understand how to accompany her implications for children's development.

Knowing that Cheng Mu got married and had her own partner, Fang Guanying was also very happy, especially since Song Jiqing had such a good personality.

So just thinking about it, she couldn't help being happy for Cheng Mu.

"Mr. Song, how did you and Mr. Cheng meet?"

Song Jiqing paused for a moment, but still smiled slightly and said, "I was drunk at that time, and it was Cheng Mu who helped me." He spoke concisely, fearing that if he spoke too much, his flaws would be exposed.

Fang Guanying was still very happy after hearing this, and couldn't help but speak for Cheng Mu, "Yes, he has a very kind heart. Don't look at his cold face, but he is actually very soft inside."

Song Jiqing couldn't help laughing, it turned out that Aunt Fang also felt that Cheng Mu had a cold personality.

It was cooling outside, and Cheng Mu wore a black overcoat and an extra light gray scarf when he went out. When he came back, the house was fully heated, and his body gradually warmed up.Standing in the living room, he heard laughter from the kitchen in the distance.

The atmosphere inside seems to be one of joy and harmony.

Cheng Mu took off the scarf, put it on the armrest of the sofa, walked to the kitchen door with his slippers on, and asked, "What fun are you talking about?"

When Song Jiqing heard the movement, he stopped laughing first, turned around, and said with a guilty conscience: "There's nothing to talk about, just talk casually."

Cheng Mu leaned against the door frame, his slender body relaxed lazily, "Did you find a job well today?"

"Yeah!" Song Jiqing smiled again, "It went well, in Changyu Middle School, and it's close to home."

Cheng Mu asked, "Teacher?"

Song Jiqing glanced at Fang Guanying who was busy cooking, "Art teacher, I told you last time, did you forget?"

There is no one who is married and doesn't know the occupation of his partner. This flaw is so obvious that Song Jiqing panicked and tried to find a way to smooth things over.

Article [-] of the agreement: This marriage agreement must be kept confidential, God knows, everyone knows.

This agreement was actually proposed by Song Jiqing on his own initiative. He is almost a person with relatively high self-esteem, and he doesn't really want others to know that his marriage is the product of a money transaction.

Even in this marriage, there is no emotion.

Cheng Mu glanced at him, and then said: "My fault, you can punish me whatever you want at night, is it okay?"

The tone was flat, as usual.

He didn't know what scene he thought of, but Song Jiqing couldn't help but get hot on his face, and pretended to be sullen and said, "I won't tell you anymore."

Cheng Mu smiled and returned to seriousness: "Don't be angry, just kidding."

Song Jiqing couldn't find any signs of joking on his face, so he turned around sullenly and ignored him.

Hey, don't let him take advantage of it next time!

He's not the only one who can talk nonsense, okay?

The author has something to say:

Oh, my wife has lost her temper.

Cheng Mu: It's okay, just calm down.