Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

There is a well-known old Chinese doctor in the town, Song Jiqing thought he would come here, why not just drop by and see if Cheng Mu's sense of smell can be cured.

The old Chinese doctor has a white beard and looks quite old. He speaks local dialect, and Cheng Mu has a half-knowledge of what he hears. Coupled with the fact that he has a fever and dizziness, he has no intention of distinguishing the content.

He believed that Song Jiqing could handle it well.

On the way back, Song Jiqing was carrying a bag of medicine prescribed by an old Chinese doctor, with a beaming face, "Cheng Mu, whether there is hope or not, we have to give it a try, right?"

Cheng Mu followed his words and nodded, smiling: "Yes."

He had already taken the medicine once before he came out, and after a long ride in the car, Cheng Mu felt sleepy and rested lightly on Song Jiqing's shoulder.At the critical moment, Song Jiqing did not lose the chain in the slightest, and took care of him very carefully. He kept carefully supporting Cheng Mu's shoulder with his hand, fearing that the journey would be too bumpy and Cheng Mu would bump into it.

The forehead is not as hot as it was at the beginning, but the nasal voice is still very severe when speaking.

"Are you here?" Cheng Mu woke up by pressing his forehead.

"There's only one bend left." Song Jiqing pinched his nose and asked, "Are you breathing? Is it still uncomfortable?"

"Mmm, it's much better." Cheng Mu sat up a little and said.

"Are there many business matters in the company?" Song Jiqing asked with concern, "Are you in a hurry to go back?"

He is okay, his job is gone, and he is basically doing nothing now, almost empty.

But Cheng Mu is so busy every day, and there are too many things in the company. If he stays here for a few more days, how much work will be delayed.

Song Jiqing was worried that Cheng Mu's affairs would be affected because of him, but he was also very entangled. Now that Cheng Mu was still sick, it would be tiring to rush back in such a hurry.

Cheng Mu shook the back of his hand, "Don't worry, I've made arrangements, I can stay for a few more days."

Song Jiqing: "But..."

Cheng Mu said: "Okay, don't worry about me, I can handle it."

Song Jiqing frowned, and replied, "Okay."

The landlady's grandma was already cooking for dinner, and when she saw the two of them coming back, she asked with concern, "I heard you have a fever, are you feeling better now?"

Cheng Mu: "It's much better, thank you for your concern."

Song Jiqing pushed Cheng Mu upstairs to rest, while he washed his hands and came to help, "Grandma, let me help you."

After dinner, Song Jiqing went upstairs with the boiled medicine, and a bitter smell of the medicine wafted up from the stairwell. Song Jiqing himself didn't like to drink the medicine anyway, he found it hard to swallow the medicine.

So he was worried that Cheng Mu would feel bitter, but he was too embarrassed to say so, so he quietly asked the kid at grandma's house for a candy, planning to give it to Cheng Mu after he finished drinking the medicine.

"Cheng Mu, it's time to drink the medicine." Song Jiqing put a large bowl of medicine on the table and looked at him eagerly.

"Let's drink it after a while." Cheng Muqing frowned, "My stomach is still full."

Hey, I know you are afraid of suffering.

Song Jiqing had an expected expression on his face, as if coaxing a child, he said, "It's okay, drink it quickly, and I'll give you a small reward after you drink it, okay?"

Cheng Mu looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What reward?"

Song Jiqing clutched his chest pocket and said mysteriously, "I can't tell you now, I'm afraid you'll be shy."

Cheng Mu's gaze seemed to heat up due to a fever, as if it burned Song Jiqing's flesh through his clothes, Song Jiqing couldn't help but wince, and wanted to back away a bit.

Cheng Mu looked at him and said, "I'm not shy."

Song Jiqing closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, and said helplessly, "Oh, hurry up and drink, don't look at me."

Cheng Mu looked at him and smiled for a while before taking the bowl to his mouth. Although he couldn't smell how bitter the medicine was, he could feel a bit of bitterness when he looked at the dark and heavy decoction in the white porcelain bowl. Come.

Song Jiqing had been watching him carefully, blinking his eyelashes.

Cheng Mu met Song Jiqing's eyes across the bowl, Song Jiqing's lips, Song Jiqing's nose, Song Jiqing's eyes.

Both looked so suitable for him to leave a few kisses.

Adam's apple rolling, he drank bitter medicine.

What he was looking at were sweet fruits, so this bowl of medicine made him taste a bit sweet.

Seeing him finish drinking, Song Jiqing licked his lips, tightened his lips carefully, and asked, "Is it bitter?"

Cheng Mu didn't answer him, looked at him and asked directly, "Where's my reward, classmate Song Jiqing."

Song Jiqing let out an "oh", and lowered his head to fumble in his pockets. The pockets of his clothes were designed too high, almost touching his chest.

Song Jiqing put his hand into his pocket, as if doing something seductive in front of Cheng Mu.

Song Jiqing managed to take out the candy, and as soon as he peeled off the wrapper, Cheng Mu came over and bit it away.

Before Song Jiqing could react, in the next second, a bittersweet kiss was placed on his lips.

"No such..." Song Jiqing muttered.

"This is a gift." Cheng Mu kissed the corner of his lips and said.

Song Jiqing's eyes were confused, "But I didn't say I would give it away..."

Cheng Mu wanted to shut his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Song Jiqing, eat sweets quietly."

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感谢在2022-02-2122:18:04~2022-02-2322:56:08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 of irrigation nutrient solution: Strawberry.1 bottle;

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