Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

Song Jiqing didn't know how Cheng Mu slept last night, but he didn't sleep well at all. Obviously, Cheng Mu's embrace was missing, but his skin and heart were frozen, and his hands and feet were unconsciously numb and cold.

No matter how I sleep under the quilt, it is not hot.

Song Jiqing walked down the stairs top-heavy, and ran into Fang Guanying who was holding a mop, "Morning, Aunt Fang."

Fang Guanying glanced at him, "Hey" said: "Why is your face so pale, are you uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm not uncomfortable."

Fang Guanying dragged two more steps, sighed and said: "Why do you two have a quarrel? Early in the morning, Cheng Mu went to the company without having breakfast. You don't seem to be in a good mood."

Song Jiqing's complexion was faintly unsightly, his heart was sore and swollen, as if pouring a bottle of sour vinegar out of thin air, he asked with difficulty, "Did he not eat breakfast?"

"Well," Fang Guanying was confused, "He said he was not feeling well and couldn't eat."

Song Jiqing's eyes were sore, he nodded in panic, and said, "Oh, that's it..."

"Mr. Song, do you still have class in the afternoon today?"

Song Jiqing managed to regain his senses, and said, "Yes."

"Then let's go to school after lunch today," Fang Guanying asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Jiqing didn't have much appetite, but he forced a smile and said, "Aunt Fang, it's fine, just look at it."

Originally, he received an urgent draft to be completed, but Song Jiqing couldn't finish it with the board. His mind was full of the scene from yesterday, which made him have nowhere to escape than the rain that fell all over the sky.

Cheng Mu's words reappeared over and over again, like a needle threading a thread, piercing his temple with throbbing pain.

Song Jiqing walked to the door of the guest bedroom somehow, knowing that no one was inside, but he still didn't dare to open the door and go in, always thinking that he would see Cheng Mu's cold eyes.

After staring at the door for several minutes, Song Jiqing still couldn't resist the overwhelming imagination in his mind, and slowly pushed the door open and entered.

As in previous days, the layout of the guest bedroom has not changed.

The quilt was spread flat without any wrinkles, and it was as clean as if no one had slept on it.

Suddenly, his eyes caught the white bottle on the bedside table, and there was almost a bang, and a string in Song Jiqing's body was plucked heavily.

He walked over quickly and took the bottle in his hand, his heart skipped a beat.

sleeping pills.

It was a sleeping pill.

He clearly knew the side effects of sleeping pills on his body, but he still made such a ridiculous suggestion to let Cheng Mu sleep alone and let him continue to suffer from insomnia.

Song Jiqing regretted for a while, his throat almost choked.

Will Cheng Mu forgive him?

Song Jiqing didn't dare to think about it.

Song Jiqing ran downstairs and shouted, "Aunt Fang!"

"Hey," Fang Guanying raised his head, still clutching a handful of fresh celery, "what's the matter?"

"Can I order more food for lunch? I want Cheng Mu's favorite food," Song Jiqing panted, "I want to deliver food to him."

Fang Guanying smiled, narrowed his small eyes, and said, "Yes, I'll find you two thermos buckets, and then I'll pack some vegetables and bring them to him."

Song Jiqing gave a "hmm" and said, "Thank you, Aunt Fang, I'm sorry to trouble you."

I sent a WeChat message to Cheng Mu, but Song Jiqing didn't get a timely reply, so he had to go to Cheng Mu's company with anxiety. He didn't come here many times, but fortunately, he got to know him at the front desk.

"Mr. Song, are you here to see Mr. Cheng?"

Song Jiqing nodded and said, "Yes."

"There is a special elevator here, please go ahead."

Song Jiqing pressed the elevator and went in. The number of the elevator climbed all the way, and finally stopped at the top floor.

The moment the numbers stopped, Song Jiqing's breathing also stopped.

very nervous.

The secretary said Cheng Mu was in the office, Song Jiqing thanked him and walked to the office.

Tuk Tuk-

Song Jiqing knocked on the door, put his hand back to his side, and lightly clenched it into a fist.

"Enter."

Cheng Mu looked up at Song Jiqing and was taken aback for a while, but after a while he quickly straightened his expression and asked, "Why are you here?"

Song Jiqing grasped the handle of the thermos bucket with both hands, and said in a low voice, "I'm here to bring you food. I think the food in your company's restaurant may not suit your appetite at home."

"Thank you," Cheng Mu said, looking at Song Jiqing who was standing still, "Why don't you come over?"

Song Jiqing pursed his lips, bit out a shallow tooth mark, and said, "Oh good."

Cheng Mu opened the lid and asked him, "Have you eaten?"

Song Jiqing nodded and said, "I've eaten."

While Cheng Mu was eating his meal, Song Jiqing was sitting on the sofa beside him, bowing his head without saying a word, with a pitiful appearance of obediently admitting his mistake.

"Come to my office to be a statue?" Cheng Mu asked, putting down his chopsticks after two mouthfuls of food.

Song Jiqing said honestly, "I'm here to admit my mistake."

"You don't need to admit your mistakes," Cheng Mu said, "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I doubted you, didn't trust you, and let you sleep alone when you were insomnia," Song Jiqing felt very guilty, "I was too selfish, I only cared about my own feelings, and I did many things wrong...

Song Jiqing scolded himself sentence by sentence, every word and every sentence was put lightly, like ripples on the surface of water, seeping into Cheng Mu's heart little by little.

"Ji Qing," Cheng Mu said with downcast eyes, "you can accept me not so quickly, but don't say anything like what happened last night in the future."

Song Jiqing clasped the back of his hands, nodded, and said, "There won't be a next time."

"I'll be in pain too." Cheng Mu looked at him, "You can't always pretend nothing happened."

Cheng Mu's words fell into his ears like a huge wave. Song Jiqing's lips trembled twice, and his eyes suddenly lit up a little.

"Well, it won't hurt you anymore."

The author has something to say:

Good morning!Since I wrote it very late, I will update it sooner.

感谢在2022-02-0821:39:55~2022-02-0923:45:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 per child;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 12 bottles of Shanqi Chitose; 10 bottles of Changbai Mountain Divine Tree; 1 bottle of the painter's Dongxingban;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!