Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

There was silence in the office, Cheng Mu looked at him for a while and said, "Have you figured it out yet?"

"What..." Song Jiqing met Cheng Mu's gaze, his thoughts slowed down a bit, and he hurriedly said, "I think—"

Cheng Mu's expression was calm, and he interrupted his next words, "Ji Qing."

In fact, in the few seconds of hesitation, many things can be seen.

But right now he didn't want to push Song Jiqing too hard.

Cheng Mu: "For a while, I will sleep in the guest room first, to give you room to think."

"However, the day you say that you have made up your mind, I will not give you a chance to go back on your word, so now you have to think about it, whether it is good or bad, I will wait for your answer, I know ?"

Song Jiqing's throat tightened again and again, he lowered his head and said, "I know."

Cheng Mu said, "Well, I won't force you."

After delivering the meals, Song Jiqing still had to go to school.

Song Jiqing stood in front of Cheng Mu's desk and looked at the thick stack of documents, hesitantly asked, "Cheng Mu, are you going to bed at noon?"

"Don't sleep."

Song Jiqing didn't intend to leave yet: "Why don't I accompany you for a while, so you can take a nap and have a good rest."

"Don't you have class in the afternoon?" Cheng Mu said, "Go early, I don't need you to watch."

Song Jiqing nodded, "Then I'm leaving, be happy and don't be angry with me."

Cheng Mu smiled angrily, "Who is angry with you?"

Song Jiqing turned his face away, the drooping arcs of the corners of his eyes became more obvious, "It's hard to say, I can see it anyway."

Cheng Mu slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, but didn't speak.

Song Jiqing glanced at Cheng Mu, then lowered his head slightly, and after a while, raised his eyelids to glance at him, and asked, "Are you free to pick me up this afternoon?"

"Take it." Cheng Mu looked at him and said.

Song Jiqing grabbed the edge of the table without moving a step, and asked again, "Is today's meal okay?"

"can."

Song Jiqing: "Oh, I'm done asking. Then don't disturb you and continue working. I'm leaving. Bye..."

Why is the reaction so cold.

Song Jiqing pursed his lips lightly, and walked towards the office door with his bag.

After walking a few steps, Cheng Mu suddenly stopped him: "Stop."

Song Jiqing paused, turned his head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Give me the scarf around your neck." Cheng Mu said indifferently.

Although he didn't care too much, Song Jiqing still felt a little pain in his heart, saying that he should give him time to think about it, but now he is being so fierce to him.

"Oh," Song Jiqing opened his mouth, and silently took off the scarf around his neck and handed it over.

Cheng Mu grabbed the scarf and tugged, but couldn't move it, "Huh?"

Song Jiqing suppressed his voice, "It's so cold outside..."

Cheng Mu: "Give it to me."

Song Jiqing reluctantly let go of his hand and said, "You bully people."

The corner of Cheng Mu's mouth curled up into a smile again, as if he couldn't help it, "What's wrong with me?"

Song Jiqing felt that his bare neck was terribly cold, like peeled corn, and said angrily, "You're still laughing."

Cheng Mu didn't panic at all, and moved his eyes to signal him. Song Jiqing followed his gaze and looked over. A black scarf was draped over the chair on the left side of the office.

Cheng Mu said, "You belong to me."

Song Jiqing realized, his face turned a little red, "Oh."

"I didn't bully you." Cheng Mu added.

Song Jiqing rubbed his heels, his toes fluttered a little, "Then why did you change my scarf?"

Cheng Mu asked him back: "I like it."

Song Jiqing muttered, "You can like it if you like it."

Cheng Mu tapped on the table casually with bent fingers, and casually glanced at Song Jiqing: "Can't you?"

Song Jiqing's eyes widened slowly, the sentence you bully stopped on his lips, but he was too embarrassed to say it again, and said discouragedly: "Okay."

A scarf is considered a very close-fitting item. Song Jiqing wore Cheng Mu's scarf and smelled a very similar aroma to the aromatherapy he often used.

Much like the smell of snow that falls on leaves in winter.

It was as if Cheng Mu was hugging him.

The more Song Jiqing thought about it, the more ashamed he felt, and couldn't help but loosen the scarf a little, so that he felt less stuffy with his neck open.

He liked to draw since he was a child. Although Song Kun did so many wrong things, he did at least one thing well. He paid for him to learn how to draw.

Song Kun is full of bad habits and stinks. He doesn't count what he says, and he is only interested in profit. Almost many bad words can be attached to him.

Song Jiqing hated him when he was a child, but now he's much better, maybe he's numb, his feelings for Song Kun are almost weak, no matter how excessive things he does, it can only leave a very pale white mark in his heart , does not constitute a major impact.

"Teacher Song?" A thin voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Song Jiqing came back to his senses, looked at the skinny boy in front of him, "Huh? He Wan, what's the matter?"

He Wan lowered her head and said, "I want to ask what is the theme of the blackboard newspaper this semester?"

"Oh," Song Jiqing smiled, "You want to help your class finish the blackboard earlier, don't you?"

He Wan nodded and said, "Yes."

"Do you need me to call two classmates to help you?" Song Jiqing asked.

"No need," He Wan said, "Du Yucheng said he would help me."

"You two reconciled?" Song Jiqing asked him, remembering the last time the two of them quarreled in class.

"Well, it's much better," He Wan said, "The misunderstanding has been resolved, thank you teacher for your concern."

Song Jiqing nodded and said, "Okay, then if you need anything else, remember to tell the teacher, thank you."

With a pointed face, He Wan raised her head and smiled shyly at Song Jiqing, "Okay, thank you teacher."

Song Jiqing: "Come on."

He Wan: "Yes!"

Cheng Mu got off work a little late today, Song Jiqing planned to wait for him at the school gate and take a walk by the way.

It was time for the students to have dinner, and the campus looked very empty, without the sense of crowding, and the cells in the whole body seemed to be unblocked, lazy and comfortable.

The time was very loose, and Song Jiqing was not in a hurry, walking slowly on the boulevard, passing by the intersection of an alley behind the teaching building, he suddenly heard a cat meowing.

At the age of 25, he still couldn't help but love cats. Song Jiqing paused, then walked into the alley as if he was hooked.

A narrow alley, the walls are covered with dry dark green creepers, not so vital, but it looks like spring is coming.

"Meow," Song Jiqing imitated the meow of a cat, trying to lure the cat out of the dark with this method, "Meow~"

Sure enough, there was a response.

From the corner of the alley, an orange kitten came out slowly. The orange cat meowed coquettishly, it was not big, it was small.

A little bright red blood was faintly seen on the cat's fur.

Possibly injured.

Song Jiqing walked carefully to the orange cat and squatted down in front of the kitten. The cat was very obedient, and as soon as Song Jiqing's hand touched it, it sat down and didn't move at all, as if Song Jiqing was stroking it casually.

Song Jiqing thought that it really wasn't afraid of strangers at all, but it wasn't until he felt that the kitten was trembling constantly that Song Jiqing realized that the kitten was afraid.

When he first saw it, he liked it very much.

Can you take this cat home?

Cheng Mu...does he like cats?

Many thoughts came out of Song Jiqing's mind one after another.

Each is an obstacle in deciding whether or not the cat can be brought home.

But Song Jiqing couldn't just leave it behind.

The kitten's fur was beautiful, but it looked dirty without the care of its owner. Song Jiqing stroked the kitten's head, feeling full of reluctance and distress.

After watching the kitten for a long time, Song Jiqing made a decision.

"Cat?" Cheng Mu looked at the little life in his arms and asked, "Where did it come from?"

Song Jiqing hugged the kitten, but didn't dare to get in the car, "I picked it up in the alley, I think it's very pitiful, so I want to take it home..."

The more he talked, the softer Song Jiqing's voice became. He looked at Cheng Mu's expression from the corner of his eye, and couldn't calm down.

What if Cheng Mu disagrees?

Suddenly, Song Jiqing couldn't think of a way to get the best of both worlds...

Both eyebrows were furrowed with worry.

"You want to raise it?"

Song Jiqing blinked, couldn't help looking at Cheng Mu with a begging look, and said, "I want to raise him."

Cheng Mu looked at the steering wheel and said nothing, Song Jiqing pursed his lips and hugged the kitten even tighter.

"Then raise it." Cheng Mu said.

Song Jiqing was taken aback, and almost jumped up, "Thank you, Cheng Mu!"

Cheng Mu smiled helplessly, "Thank you for that?"

Song Jiqing raised the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "Yes."

"This cat is injured for some reason, can we go to the pet hospital first?" Song Jiqing's eyes brightened, as if a star had been released.

Cheng Mu: "Yes."

The kittens had no major problems, they were all healthy, except for a little skin trauma. After coming out of the pet hospital, Song Jiqing obviously relaxed a lot.

Cheng Mu said, "Now it's your cat."

Song Jiqing stroked the kitten's head fondly, and said with a smile, "Yes."

"Then what about me?" Cheng Mu asked suddenly.

Song Jiqing was startled, his ears were slowly burning, and he said, "Aren't you a big dog?"

Cheng Mu deliberately asked, "Is it yours?"

Song Jiqing turned his head to the side, did not meet Cheng Mu's gaze, his ears were completely red, and said, "Yes."

Cheng Mu smiled lightly and asked, "Don't you want to name your cat?"

Song Jiqing: "I've thought about it a long time ago. It's called Xiuxiu."

"Shame," Cheng Mu continued, "shame?"

Cheng Mu: "What's your nickname?"

"What a shame," Song Jiqing said, "It's a cultivation of self-cultivation."

"I don't think so," Cheng Mu looked at him and said, "Let's just call it Shame."

Song Jiqing was really going to be ashamed severely.

Speak as you speak, what are you doing looking at me with such eyes.

"If you're ashamed, be ashamed." Song Jiqing said with a blushing face.

red light.

Stepping on the brakes, the car stopped in front of the sidewalk.

Cheng Mu stroked the kitten's soft fur with his right hand, and said in a low voice, "Shame."

Song Jiqing's neck and collarbone were flushed red, he pretended to be calm and looked ahead, and said, "The light is green, let's go."

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感谢在2022-02-0923:45:08~2022-02-1118:27:58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 cast the rocket launcher: the fairy frowns a1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 little round face;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：长白山神树.5瓶；乂乂乂爻4瓶；504867683瓶；45280122、凌落1瓶；

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