Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

In the evening, Xiang Jin's father called and said thank you, Xiang Jin was fine.

On the contrary, Song Jiqing's mood was very calm. Ever since he said the breakup, the traces of Xiang Jin had been slowly erased from his heart.

Even the initial resentment and dissatisfaction gradually disappeared.

Song Jiqing was thinking blankly, and suddenly heard the sound of fingerprints unlocking and opening the door, and Cheng Mu's voice sounded at the same time: "What are you doing at home today?"

Cheng Mu is back.

Song Jiqing raised his head to meet Cheng Mu's gaze, and raised the tablet in his hand, "I'm not busy, I just drew a manuscript."

While talking, Song Jiqing had already put on his slippers and got off the sofa, "Is it cold outside?"

"It's okay." Cheng Mu put down his computer bag, and Song Jiqing came over and handed him a hand warmer bag, which was warm from the newly charged battery.

"I'll warm your hands." Song Jiqing smiled, handed over the warmer bag and nestled back on the sofa again, as if he had built a nest on the sofa.

"Where's Aunt Fang?" Cheng Mu looked around and asked.

Song Jiqing said "Oh", "I forgot to tell you that Aunt Fang's little grandson was born, and she has always wanted to ask for leave to go home and have a look."

"I see that I am also at home every day on vacation, so I agreed on my own initiative, is that okay, Cheng Mu?"

Cheng Mu didn't speak, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Song Jiqing fluttered his eyelashes twice, looked at him, then lowered his head slowly.

After he finished speaking, he remembered it belatedly.

If you cut it open, you can't even count yourself as one of the masters of this family.

Is he being too preconceived in doing so?

Song Jiqing was suddenly a little afraid of Cheng Mu's anger, so he didn't dare to raise his head and continue to look at his expression.

After being quiet for a while, Cheng Mu came over and sat down next to him, stuffing the handwarmer back into Song Jiqing's hand, "Okay, since Aunt Fang told you, you can make the decision."

Song Jiqing squeezed the palm of his hand: "Are you not angry?"

Cheng Mu clasped his hands, put them in front of him, and said seriously, "I'm not angry."

"When we get married, you are also part of the family and have the right to make decisions without asking for my opinion on everything," Cheng Mu said, "This is basic respect for you."

Song Jiqing was stunned for a moment, a place in his heart was sinking softly, and said, "Well, I remember."

Cheng Mu curled the corner of his mouth and asked, "Song Jiqing, what shall we have for dinner tonight?"

Song Jiqing subconsciously agreed, "Ah, let me think about it."

"Stewed mutton with carrots, steamed eggs with meat stuffing, stir-fried vegetables, roasted pork with tofu..." Song Jiqing finished speaking like a menu, and looked at Cheng Mu, "How about these?"

Cheng Mu said with a serious expression, "I don't know how to do these things."

Song Jiqing deliberately asked: "Then what will you do?"

"If you want steak, I can fry it for you, and if you want noodles, I should be able to do it."

Song Jiqing pursed his lips and asked, "No more."

Cheng Mu: "It's gone."

In Song Jiqing's eyes, Cheng Mu's image has always been that of a social elite workaholic who is rigorous and serious and does not allow any mistakes. Unexpectedly, when it comes to cooking, it becomes very different.

This made the contrast Song Jiqing want to laugh a little: "Then let me make it, you just wait and eat."

Cheng Mu also stood up and went into the kitchen, "I'll help too."

Fang Guanying had two bibs, one was new and was specially prepared as a spare. Song Jiqing quickly put on the bib that Aunt Fang often wore, but when he turned his head, he saw Cheng Mu still standing still.

"There's another bib, do you wear it?" Song Jiqing pointed to the pink bib on the hook, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could hardly be hidden.

Cheng Mu's face froze, "Is there no other color?"

Song Jiqing himself was also wearing red, but it was a lighter shade of pink. His skin was fair, which didn't violate harmony at all, and he even dressed nicely.

"No more," Song Jiqing suppressed a smile, "Why don't you go out and wait. There is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen and it's easy to stain your clothes. I can cook quickly."

Cheng Mu frowned, and said angrily, "Forget it, I'll wear it."

Song Jiqing said, "Okay, I'll help you." He put the bib on Cheng Mu's body, and then went around the back to tie the belt for Cheng Mu. When the belt was tied into a beautiful bow, he tightened his waist, and Cheng Mu's body The shape is very clear.

In the morning, his eyes were so dazed that he couldn't see clearly. Now that he remembered, Song Jiqing couldn't control his eyes and glanced up and down.

It is indeed a good figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

"Are you ready?" Cheng Mu asked.

"Okay." Song Jiqing coughed guiltily.

"You don't have a cold?" Cheng Mu said.

Song Jiqing shook his head, "No, it's just a sore throat."

Using theoretical knowledge, Cheng Mu poured two cups of rice into the rice cooker, cleaned it, and then added water in a ratio of 1:1.2, "Is that so?"

Song Jiqing looked over and said, "Yes, you did a good job."

Song Jiqing's compliment made Cheng Mu feel a little happy for some reason.

It's so weird.

These days, he followed Fang Guanying to help in the kitchen from time to time, and Song Jiqing knew almost everything about the kitchen utensils and the dishes in the refrigerator.

So while waiting for the rice to be cooked, I quickly started cutting meat and preparing vegetables.

"Let me wash the vegetables." After the rice was cooked, Cheng Mu took the initiative to take the water in a basin, put the vegetables in, and washed them one by one. The water temperature was a bit cold, but within acceptable range.

"Did you often cook by yourself before?" Cheng Mu put the washed vegetables aside to drain.

Song Jiqing put the cut meat into a bowl, and said casually, "Yes, I often cooked by myself when I was young. My... Dad is not at home very much."

Song Jiqing didn't say any more, and said in a low voice, "Hey! I'm getting stronger." A piece of tofu on the chopping board was broken, which made Song Jiqing's heart ache for a while.

Resisting the strangeness in his heart, Cheng Mu looked over, then wiped the water droplets on his hands with a towel, walked to Song Jiqing, bent slightly, and helped Song Jiqing fold up the slipped sleeves.

When he looked up, his short hair brushed Song Jiqing's cheeks, itching.

"Thank you." Song Jiqing pursed the corners of his mouth, stopped his bluffing smile, and his eyes suddenly became a little wet.

It's not that he didn't remember his previous experience, he was the only one who did everything in the past, few people like Cheng Mu, even if they didn't have any affection or love for him, they could still be thoughtful and helpful in every detail.

So he is willing to be grateful for everything now.

When the aroma of the stew wafts out, the dinner will officially start.

Today, there are only two people in the house, and there is an inexplicably more magical atmosphere.

Eat mutton soup in winter to warm your body and stomach. Cheng Mu took a sip with a spoon, and Song Jiqing looked over expectantly, "How is it? Is it too salty or too bland?"

The hot soup ran down his throat and into his stomach, Cheng Mu nodded to Song Jiqing and said, "It's just right."

Satisfied, Song Jiqing withdrew his gaze and continued eating.

Halfway through the meal, the wind picked up outside and the windows rattled slightly.

"Is it going to snow heavily?" Song Jiqing was concerned about the weather outside, turning his head to look from time to time.

Cheng Mu laughed at him, "Didn't you make a snowman today?"

Song Jiqing nodded, "No, I'm waiting for you."

That inexplicable feeling surged up again, Cheng Mu suppressed his smile, his eyes were deep, and said: "Tomorrow morning, do you want to build a snowman?"

Song Jiqing's eyes sparkled slightly, and he said, "We need to pile up!"

As soon as the words were finished, Song Jiqing sneezed loudly. One sneeze was over, and the second followed. He quickly covered his mouth and tilted his head, "Ah sneeze——"

This time, even the tip of his nose was red.

"Someone must have scolded me." Song Jiqing joked, rubbing his nose.

Cheng Mu didn't quite understand the logic, "How to say?"

Song Jiqing thought for a while and said, "I've heard people say this since I was a child."

Cheng Mu put down his chopsticks, stared at Song Jiqing for a while, and said solemnly, "Then I missed you at noon today, did you sneeze?"

Song Jiqing blushed, "Huh?"

Cheng Mu smiled, and continued: "I think, why hasn't Song Jiqing called me yet?"

Well, Song Jiqing's brain is burning a bit now.

The snort was bubbling hot.

When the wind outside calmed down, Cheng Mu turned on the headlights outside, and it was immediately brightly illuminated, and the flat land covered by snow could be seen more clearly.

Song Jiqing wore a hat, a scarf, and two gloves on his hands, wrapped up like a ball by the big padded jacket.

Cheng Mu asked him, "Where did you draw that big dog today?"

Song Jiqing laughed, led Cheng Mu to a corner, and said, "Here, I specially picked a piece of clean and flat snow. Does that big dog look very much like you?"

The light in the snow reflected Song Jiqing slightly, Cheng Mu looked at Song Jiqing standing in the middle of the snow, and asked, "Where does it look like?"

Song Jiqing didn't even think about it, "They're all pretty strong."

After finishing speaking, I felt something was wrong, and quickly changed my words: "I mean physical fitness!"

Cheng Mu raised his eyebrows, leaned closer to Song Jiqing, and said in a low voice, "Song Jiqing, didn't you say you saw me changing clothes? Why are you being duplicity."

Song Jiqing stood there in a daze, while Cheng Mu had already walked to the big dog on the snow and squatted down.

Song Jiqing came back to his senses, trotted to Cheng Mu and squatted down, and said weakly, "I'm not all duplicity."

Cheng Mu squatted down and drew on the snow with his index finger. Song Jiqing felt more and more like an animal, and asked curiously, "What is it? Draw me?"

Cheng Mu said, "Wait a minute."

The picture gradually took shape, it was a cat with wide eyes, Cheng Mu tilted his head, met Song Jiqing's face, then pointed to the cat and said, "This is Song Jiqing."

Song Jiqing's voice became even softer, "It's not that similar."

The beating sound of his heart almost overwhelmed his own voice, Song Jiqing looked into Cheng Mu's eyes, his throat tightened uncontrollably, as if an electric shock had passed.

But another voice in my heart has been persevering.

You just agreed to get married, not really.

Don't get too caught up.

Song Jiqing slowly took out his phone from his pocket, and saved both the big dog and the kitten in the photo album.

He pulled himself together, smiled, and said, "Let's make a snowman."

"it is good."

Cheng Mu rolled a big snowball, and Song Jiqing rolled a small snowball. With concerted efforts, the two snowballs stacked together became a chubby snowman's body.

After the eyes, nose and mouth were glued on, it still felt a little bald, so Song Jiqing tied his own scarf on it.

"It's done," Song Jiqing clapped his hands, "It's done."

Cheng Mu stood on the side and looked at Song Jiqing. The picture was so beautiful that it looked like a painting.

Under the lights, in the snow, Song Jiqing and their snowman.

"Song Jiqing, let's take a photo of you and the snowman." Cheng Mu said.

Song Jiqing said "Oh", "Okay, how about I stand here?"

"Yes." Cheng Mu said while holding up the phone.

Song Jiqing made a silly scissorhands comparison.

Last night was so much fun that he woke up very early the next day, feeling as if he had been run over by a car. Song Jiqing coughed in a muffled voice, feeling dizzy and heavy.

Cheng Mu didn't sleep deeply, so he woke up easily, "What's wrong?" He asked.

Song Jiqing said, "Sorry, did I disturb you?" When he spoke, even he was startled, his voice was as hoarse as if a piece of frosted glass had been sucked into it.

Cheng Mu sat up, leaned over to touch Song Jiqing's forehead, and said, "You have a fever, let's get up and go to the hospital to see if you're okay."

There was unconscious coaxing in his tone, but Song Jiqing was so confused by the fever that he didn't notice the change, so he just shook his head: "No, you go to work quickly, I'll just go to the hospital by myself later."

Both in and out of words are pushing Cheng Mu out.

"It doesn't matter if I go later," Cheng Mu said patiently, "Your body is important."

"I shouldn't have promised to accompany you to play in the snow yesterday, and I didn't even wear a scarf in the end."

After hearing this, Song Jiqing quickly grabbed the back of Cheng Mu's hand on the bed, and said in a low voice, "Cheng Mu..."

Acting like a baby doesn't work at this time.

Under Cheng Mu's strong tactics, Song Jiqing had no choice but to obediently follow Cheng Mu to the hospital in the end.

With a needle inserted into the back of his hand for an IV drip, Cheng Mu sat on a chair to accompany him.

There were a lot of people in the hall. Song Jiqing was wearing a mask, only showing a pair of burning red eyes, and lay on the seat tiredly.

Cheng Mu approached him and talked to him: "Are you still dizzy?"

"It's much better," Song Jiqing said, "just a little sleepy."

Cheng Mu reached out to touch his forehead, and Song Jiqing leaned forward slightly, and pressed his forehead gently against his palm, "Shouldn't it be so hot?"

"Well, the fever is slowly receding."

"hungry?"

Song Jiqing shook his head.

"What time is it?" Song Jiqing asked.

Cheng Mu raised his hand to look at his watch, and said, "Twenty eleven."

"Are you hungry?" Song Jiqing looked at Cheng Mu, "Why don't you go eat, and I'll call the nurse myself when the bottle is empty."

Cheng Mu looked up at the hanging bottle, and it would take about half an hour for the bottle to finish dripping, so he nodded, "Okay, call me if you need anything."

"Ah."

Song Jiqing lay back on the chair.

Cheng Mu glanced at him again before getting up, and Song Jiqing smiled at him.

Seeing the back of Cheng Mu leaving, Song Jiqing suddenly felt very relieved.

I don't know when the previous wandering loneliness started, and it gradually faded away.

About 10 minutes later, Cheng Mu came back with a packing box.

He was tall, with a straight back, and he had an inexplicable aura about him, which made Song Jiqing spot him in the crowd at a glance.

"I bought you porridge," Cheng Mu sat down beside him, opened the porridge bowl, "have some?"

He said he wasn't hungry just now, but the light green vegetable porridge looked very tempting, Song Jiqing's stomach almost growled on the spot.

"Okay." He swallowed, restrained.

"Have you eaten?" Song Jiqing asked again.

"Well, I ate."

Song Jiqing let out an "oh" and slightly lowered his eyelids.It was inconvenient to insert a needle in the other hand, so Cheng Mu helped him carry the bowl, while Song Jiqing scooped up the porridge with a spoon, took a sip, swallowed it, and so on.

Cheng Mu realized that something was wrong with him.

"what happened?"

Song Jiqing lowered his head, not looking at him, "I'm fine."

Cheng Mu pressed his shoulder and wiped away the tears on his face with his fingers, "Don't cry, it's okay."

Song Jiqing wiped it carelessly with the back of his hand, and smiled sheepishly, "Maybe I have a cold, my eyes are a little sensitive, I didn't want to cry."

Cheng Mu took the spoon in his hand, scooped up another mouthful of porridge, blew it, handed it to his mouth, and said softly, "I know."

Song Jiqing just looked up.

Cheng Mu's appearance at this moment was firmly remembered by him.

"Thank you," Song Jiqing was a little dazed, and opened his mouth blankly to take the hot porridge that Cheng Mu fed.

Cheng Mu said, "It's right to take care of you, Ji Qing."