Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

The phone on the bedside table rang for a long time, and Song Jiqing didn't hear it until he entered the bedroom, so he quickly walked to the bedside to pick up the phone, and when he saw the notes on the screen, Song Jiqing's face didn't look so good.

Slide your finger to the opposite position and hang up the phone.

Cheng Mu saw his movements clearly, but didn't make a sound.

Seeing Song Jiqing holding the phone in place for about 2 minutes, then raising his hand to wipe his face, Cheng Mu couldn't hear any change in his tone, but his voice seemed to be nasal, and said, "I'm going to take a shower first. .”

Cheng Mu frowned lightly, "Well," Song Jiqing was about to rush to the bathroom without taking anything, and Cheng Mu added, "Remember to take the pajamas."

"Oh," Song Jiqing replied, his voice sounding more muffled, "Thank you."

After Song Jiqing entered, less than half a minute later, the sound of water could be heard, and the water flowed so loudly that it completely covered up the movement in the bathroom.

The file in his hand suddenly became a bit blurry, Cheng Mu rubbed his forehead wearily, closed the folder, and went downstairs.

Turned on a small light in the kitchen, finished making the warm milk for sleep aid, Cheng Mu leaned on the workbench and slowly sipped it, took three times longer than usual to finish the glass of milk, and rinsed the glass slowly.

Then he took out a cup of another color and made another cup of milk.

After turning off the light in the kitchen, Cheng Mu went upstairs with the milk.

Song Jiqing had already taken a shower and was sitting on the armchair looking at his mobile phone. His head was slightly lowered, revealing a soft neck, and the stubble on the back of his head looked soft.

Cheng Mu resisted the itching in his palms, and put the soaked milk on the table in front of Song Jiqing, "Have a glass of milk to help you sleep."

Song Jiqing stretched out his hand to pick up the milk glass, held it with both hands for a while, and said softly like a kitten, "Thank you."

Cheng Mu's throat rolled, his voice was deep, "No thanks, go to bed early after drinking."

Mingming was so sad that she wanted to cry, but she still hid herself for fear of being discovered.

Cheng Mu didn't understand.

He wasn't that mean, it was just a hug.

Obviously, it can also be used as comfort.

It might be that this call had too much impact, Song Jiqing couldn't fall asleep too quickly tonight.

More like a sleepless night.

In the dark night, the back of the moonlight reveals.Cheng Mu heard the slight choking sound that was covered by the sound of water in the bathroom.

He had suffered from insomnia for a long time. By chance, he met Song Jiqing. After burning so many incenses to help sleep, he still needed to take a small amount of sleeping pills to get a light sleep at night. But when Song Jiqing slept beside him, it seemed that he had broken through many obstacles. Cheng Mu could smell Song Jiqing's unique smell.

It's an indescribable feeling.

Like a lake, like a forest.

Obviously very faint, but always lingering around him, people can't ignore it.

It was Song Jiqing who brought him a good night's sleep.

Cheng Mu had to admit this.

Before getting up early to go to work, Song Jiqing had recovered to his original state, and when he saw him, he was still in the mood to say hello with a smile.

The single-lidded eyes were too swollen, Cheng Mu looked at him, but the swollen redness always came into his sight, "Did you sleep well?"

he asked deliberately.

"Slept well," Song Jiqing smiled, his lips were curved into a perfect arc, and a small bead was on top of his lips. The more he smiled indifferently, the more pitiful he looked, "What about you, Did you not suffer from insomnia last night?"

Cheng Mu lied, "No, I slept well too, thank you for sleeping beside me." He said deliberately.

Song Jiqing didn't blush because of his words today, and looked distracted.

He nodded copingly, lowered his head and bit a piece of bread, hurriedly said: "I'm going out first, you eat slowly."

Cheng Mu lowered his eyes, rubbed his thumb and bent index finger unconsciously.

Why is Song Jiqing crying?

Today was Monday, and the class schedule showed that the art class was in the second session in the afternoon, but after the flag-raising ceremony, there was a small meeting, and as a new teacher, Song Jiqing had to attend.

Just after entering the school gate, Song Jiqing was walking on the tree-lined road when the phone rang again. This time there was no note for the incoming call, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen.

Song Jiqing stared at this string of numbers for two seconds, until the fingers holding the phone felt numb, then he moved his stiff fingers and pressed the connection.

The call went through, but he held the phone and didn't speak.

The other party was also silent, but in the end he couldn't hold on, and called stickily: "Qingqing, can't you give me another chance?"

Song Jiqing suddenly felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and his nausea came up a little bit, and he said slowly, "Xiang Jin, I answered your call to tell you, don't contact me again in the future."

"I feel sick."

The other party seemed to be shocked by these few words. In just one minute, the receiver fell into silence again, and only the sound of unsteady breathing could be heard.

"Don't be like this," Xiang Jin said with difficulty, "Qingqing..."

"Just pulling you into the blacklist is enough to give you face, don't let me say worse things to you." Song Jiqing said in a cold voice, not intending to continue the relationship at all.

Song Jiqing took down the phone, and a second before pressing the hang up button, Xiang Jin's voice came out of the phone quickly, "Qingqing, you are married! Are you?"

Song Jiqing's eyelids slowly turned red, and he said almost hatefully, "Are you investigating me?"

Xiang Jin sneered, "Sure enough, you have another man as your new love, and you can't wait to forget the old love."

Song Jiqing's footsteps stopped suddenly, and unknown anger rushed to the top of his head in an instant. He only felt that his throat was sore and embarrassing. He thought that the precious feelings and cherished memories of those years had no trace of trust in them. All ugly truths wrapped in fake skins.

"You—" Before the words could be spoken, two huge hot tears fell down. Song Jiqing covered his cheeks with one hand in a bit of embarrassment, turned his back to the road, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's up to you..."

"I have nothing to say."

Song Jiqing didn't want to hear a word from Xiang Jin anymore, so he hung up the phone without looking at it, wiped his tears roughly with a tissue, and then buried his chin in his collar pretending to be nonchalant.

Reluctantly packing himself up, Song Jiqing straightened his head, straightened his back, and walked into the school.

Looking at his back from a distance, it looks like a thin sweet-scented osmanthus tree, as if there is not much fragrance left.

After Song Jiqing turned the corner and entered the teaching building, Cheng Mu picked up his steps again and walked towards the school gate in the opposite direction.

The warm sandwich and milk in his hand were taken away as they were.

Although he struggled for a long time.

There was a long queue of traffic during the rush hour in the morning, and the horns sounded frequently one after another.Cheng Mu looked ahead with a calm expression, his knuckle fingers resting lightly on the steering wheel, and the morning news was playing in the car.

Cheng Mu didn't turn on the heater, and the coolness in the morning was just enough to refresh one's mind.

The breakfast on the passenger seat was slowly getting cold.

Because of the urgent clearance of the traffic police, the traffic queue started to move slowly and smoothly. When Cheng Mu drove onto the main road, the sound of the morning news suddenly stopped, and the car phone showed that someone was calling.

Cheng Mu didn't look at the screen, put on the Bluetooth headset on his ear, and clicked on it, "Hello, Cheng Mu here."

Song Jiqing's soft voice came through the earphones, "Cheng Mu."

Probably not that light either.

Perhaps the Bluetooth earphones were too close to the eardrums, and the sound seemed to be transmitted into the brain. Cheng Mu stepped on the brakes at the last second of the green light, barely stopped behind the zebra crossing, and said, "Song Jiqing?"

"it's me."

"what's up?"

Song Jiqing hesitated for a moment before saying, "I just saw the news that there was a car accident near Liufu Street. When you go to work...drive carefully."

"Yeah." Cheng Mu said.

"Okay, then I'll hang up." Song Jiqing said.

"Okay," Cheng Mu said, "I will be careful."

There was a lot of rain a few days ago, and the rain washed away the dust, making the camphor trees on both sides of the road more dazzling green. It is indeed a kind of evergreen tree.

Cheng Mu drove by, and Yu slipped past the tall trees, reflecting the silhouette on the car window, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't even notice.

Song Jiqing's phone has magical powers.

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Cheng Mu: No one knows that I am unhappy, I am a little sad...

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