Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

There were small droplets of raindrops on the car window glass. After the short conversation ended, Song Jiqing kept looking out the window, and the car became very quiet.

Suddenly, Song Jiqing approached the car window excitedly, pointed out the window excitedly, and said, "Cheng Mu, it seems that it's really snowing!"

The small white snow appeared in front of people so suddenly. It was not a big snowflake, but it was enough for people to see its existence clearly.

When Song Jiqing finished speaking, a small cluster of snowflakes happened to pass by in Cheng Mu's field of vision. He replied, "Yes, I saw it."

"I'll be home in 10 minutes," Cheng Mu said, "I can see the snow closer later."

"Well," Song Jiqing touched the car window, "Will there be a thick layer of snow tomorrow, then we can build snowmen then."

"Make a snowman?"

"Well," Song Jiqing turned his head and looked at Cheng Mu's profile, "Have you ever built a snowman?"

Cheng Mu paused and said, "No."

His life path has been planned early on, and he has followed the rules for so many years, with almost zero entertainment activities.

"It's boring to pile up alone, so I don't want to play."

Song Jiqing looked at him seriously, "If you want to build a snowman, please come to me, I can accompany you."

While talking, the car drove into the garage, and the surroundings became dark. Cheng Mu parked the car and looked into Song Jiqing's bright eyes in the dark, "That's settled."

"It's a deal." Song Jiqing smiled and stretched out his little finger to him, bent it, and said, "Lagou, you are a puppy."

Cheng Mu smiled lightly, and put his fingers together with Song Jiqing's, "Well, as you said, a liar is a puppy."

After being blown by the heater for 10 minutes, Song Jiqing felt warm all over his body, even his fingers were warm and soft to the touch, and when he touched them lightly, Cheng Mu withdrew his fingers, but still felt that the touch was still there, like a little fur ball had been scratched , with a slight itching.

Song Jiqing was obviously in a good mood today, holding a bowl and eating happily, forgetting to be empty, and after finishing one bowl, he added another, and in the end he added another half bowl.

Sure enough, as soon as he stood up, he was supported and frowned for a while, Cheng Mu went upstairs and got a box of Jianweixiaoshi tablets, "Take one after dinner to help you digest food."

Song Jiqing covered his mouth and hiccupped, "Oh good."

After eating the Xiaoshi tablets, Song Jiqing put on a peaked cap, and was about to open the door to enjoy the snow. As soon as he stepped out, someone pulled the neckline lightly and grabbed him. Cheng Mu held a checkered umbrella in his hand and handed it to He, "Hold an umbrella, it's snowing heavily."

Song Jiqing's brain twitched, but he asked involuntarily, "Are you going?"

He regretted it only after asking, how could Cheng Mu want to do this kind of stupid behavior, Song Jiqing wished he could retract the previous sentence, and then go out to have fun with an umbrella in obscurity, so that he would not face such an embarrassing situation .

Hearing this, Cheng Mu withdrew the hand that was handing the umbrella and replaced it with his left hand, "Go."

Song Jiqing was startled, "Oh, then let's go."

Being used to taking care of others, Song Jiqing subconsciously wanted to take the umbrella, so he said, "Give me the umbrella, I'll hold it up."

Cheng Mu glanced at him, and Song Jiqing suddenly stopped talking, understanding.

Judging from his height, if he held an umbrella, he would hit Cheng Mu's head with the umbrella.

Cheng Mu withdrew his gaze and said, "I'll come, it's okay."

Song Jiqing nodded quickly, "Okay."

After dinner, it was snowing again, and I didn't meet anyone along the way, only the dim light of the street lamps, so the snowflakes in the sky were coated with beautiful light, making them more conspicuous.

The shadows of the two were very close, and were slowly elongated by the street lights behind them.

Song Jiqing always wanted to ask a question, but the timing was wrong, so he couldn't have a good chat with Cheng Mu. This time might be a good time.

Song Jiqing asked: "Cheng Mu, how long have you been insomnia?"

Cheng Mu's expression did not change, and he said lightly, "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

Song Jiqing knew how to grasp the boundaries, so he took the initiative to pass the steps, "It's okay if it's inconvenient, I'm just curious, let's talk about other things."

Cheng Mu said: "It can be said."

He thought for a while, and said, "It's been more than ten years, maybe it's become a habit, and it's hard to change."

"Haven't you been to the doctor?"

"Look." Cheng Mu's reaction was very light, "I really can't fall asleep, so I just take a sleeping pill."

Song Jiqing's heart skipped a beat, "Are you still eating?"

Cheng Mu said: "No, I can fall asleep now, can't I?" He tilted his head slightly, looking at Song Jiqing's face, fine snow fell from his side, and Cheng Mu's expression suddenly softened.

But Song Jiqing couldn't help thinking long-term, and said anxiously: "If you have someone you like in the future, our marriage will definitely end, and you must find someone who can replace me sooner."

Cheng Mu pursed his lips, looked forward again, his voice was not so gentle, like snowflakes, and said coldly, "I don't have anyone I like, and I don't have any thoughts of divorce for the time being."

"I don't have that idea either." Song Jiqing hurriedly explained, "Besides, if I'm like this, I might not have someone I like in the future. Don't worry."

Cheng Mu softened his tone, and the profile became clear in Song Jiqing's sight.

"There is no deadline in our agreement, so if one day, you really want to leave, I can agree, and I won't pursue the 90."

Because of this serious topic that was suddenly brought up, the atmosphere between the two became subtle, and it did not ease because of Cheng Mu's soft tone.

Song Jiqing picked his fingers and called out in a low voice, "Cheng Mu..."

Cheng Mu answered: "What's wrong?"

"Your knuckles are red from the cold, isn't it cold?" Song Jiqing took the initiative to take his hands out of the padded jacket pocket, "Come on, my pocket is warm, you can put it away first."

Cheng Mu swallowed the words of refusal, "Well, it's a little cold." He took the umbrella in another hand, put his hand into Song Jiqing's pocket, and at the same time fished Song Jiqing's hand in.

The distance between the two became closer in an instant, and the stagnant atmosphere was immediately broken.

Song Jiqing bent over slightly, and was almost wrapped in Cheng Mu's arms. The hands in the pockets were cold and hot, filling the small pockets to the full.

The peaked cap was a little in the way, Song Jiqing shyly took off the peaked cap with the other hand, then resigned himself to his fate and remained in the original position without moving.

Song Jiqing's angle of view is actually very good. He can easily see Cheng Mu's sharp jaw line and Cheng Mu's Adam's apple without looking up.

The two parts of a man that are extremely easy to make people feel tough and handsome are now placed in front of Song Jiqing. As a person with normal aesthetics, it is hard for Song Jiqing not to be moved by this.

He was temporarily bribed by beauty, and after a moment of distraction, he saw the Adam's apple in front of him move up and down.

Cheng Mu said, "Song Jiqing, watch the road."

"Oh oh oh." Being caught in a second, Song Jiqing moved nervously, turned his eyes to the road, and stared at the round cobblestones under his feet without blinking.

The acting is clumsy, but it looks cute.

"Are you tired?" Cheng Mu didn't poke him, but just asked.

Song Jiqing blushed all the way, being made hotter and hotter by the cold wind, it was really hard to restrain his eyes from moving around.

So when he heard this, he immediately echoed, "I'm a little tired, so let's go back?"

"it is good."

After returning home, he simply drank a cup of hot water to drive away the cold, and Song Jiqing left Cheng Mu and ran upstairs alone. Without him, the hot water got hotter and hotter, almost melting him, and he just wanted to take a bath quickly Cool down.

After Song Jiqing lay down, Cheng Mu took a shower and went to bed. After the lights were turned off, people's vision was limited, so their hearing became more sensitive.

He was clearly about to fall asleep in a daze, but Song Jiqing remembered again, "Cheng Mu..."

"Huh?" Cheng Mu's voice was a little hoarse, but he still answered him, "What's wrong?"

Song Jiqing's ears were half sore, and his voice was a little soft, as if he was taking a bite of cotton candy, and said sleepily, "You forgot to light the incense today."

"No more," Cheng Mu said, "The incense will prevent me from smelling you."

Song Jiqing was very sleepy, barely heard the reason, and let out a long and low "Oh", "I'm so sleepy, go to sleep, it's a good dream."

Cheng Mu opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Song Jiqing muttering, and couldn't help but smile, "Yeah, what a dream."

The author has something to say:

Cheng Mu: I am crazy about my wife's cuteness every day.

感谢在2022-01-2214:59:02~2022-01-2222:45:02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 the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of simulated ghost hunting for a thousand years;

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