Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

"It's right to take care of you."

Is it because they are legally married.

Song Jiqing could only think so. For the time being, he couldn't think of any advantages in himself that could attract Cheng Mu's attention.

Cheng Mu is like a shining star, no matter what field he is in, people will see it at a glance.

It is a completely different path from the ordinary self.

He shouldn't be delusional.

After finishing the drip, Cheng Mu drove him back home, got another glass of warm water, and asked Song Jiqing to take the medicine.

Song Jiqing spread the two small pills in his palm and looked at them for a long time, then put down his water glass and asked Cheng Mu, "Aren't you going to the company this afternoon?"

"Go," Cheng Mu sat next to Song Jiqing, "wait until you finish taking the medicine."

Song Jiqing pursed his mouth indistinctly, and pressed his lips tightly, pretending to be excited and said, "I'll eat after I sleep, how about it? I feel that the cold will get better soon."

Cheng Mu glanced past his face, smiled lightly, and said, "Where did you read this statement?"

Song Jiqing looked at the pill in his palm again in embarrassment, his eyebrows drooping, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Cheng Mu has seen all kinds of people, but he has never met a person like Song Jiqing who unknowingly puts his emotions on the surface for people to see through.

He felt very special.

Therefore, I want to tease him more to see if there are other wonderful reactions.

"Afraid of suffering?" he asked.

Song Jiqing immediately raised his head and argued, "It's not because I'm afraid of suffering."

"what is that?"

"The throat is too small, I can't swallow it." Song Jiqing was so anxious that his neck turned red.

Cheng Mu nodded cooperatively and said, "Well, the throat and eyes are too small."

Song Jiqing was embarrassed to speak, so he couldn't help but drop the corners of his mouth, staring at the pills, then closed his eyes, poured water into his mouth, swallowed one pill first, and repeated the same trick with the second pill, trying to take advantage of his throat not paying attention Swallow it.

It didn't go well for a while, the pill stuck in his throat, and the bitter taste slowly diffused, causing Song Jiqing to choke and cough desperately.

Take medicine.

He has never liked taking medicine since he was a child.

Every time I take medicine is a big fight.

Song Jiqing wrinkled his face, picked up the cup and drank several more sips of water, barely dispelling the bitterness.

Cheng Mu found a toffee from nowhere, tore off the wrapping paper, handed it to Song Jiqing's mouth, and said, "Eating a candy won't be so bitter."

Song Jiqing lowered his head to swallow the sugar, and Cheng Mu's fingertips passed over his lips, as if accidentally.

Cheng Mu touched his head and said, "It's great."

The skin-to-skin contact flashed by, Song Jiqing froze for a few seconds, Cheng Mu had already stood up, and said to him: "A reception is arranged tonight, so I should be back late, I called the housekeeper to meet at six o'clock in the evening Come to make dinner, you can rest assured to sleep in the afternoon and have a good rest."

Cheng Mu was very careful and thought of everything he couldn't think of.

Like being injected into a warm ocean current, Song Jiqing felt like his whole body was soaking in the clouds, giving him a light and unrealistic feeling.

"Okay." He nodded.

After Cheng Mu went out, Song Jiqing went upstairs and went back to the bedroom to sleep again.

Although it is said that Cheng Mu relies on his smell to fall asleep, Song Jiqing also feels at ease because of Cheng Mu's smell.

It didn't take long for Song Jiqing to fall into a deep sleep with his head on the pillow. It was already dark when it was almost six o'clock. Song Jiqing felt that his head was not so dizzy, so he walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs.

Holding the tablet in the living room and swiping Weibo for a while, Song Jiqing heard the doorbell ring.

It should be the aunt who came to make dinner.

Song Jiqing hurriedly got up to open the door, a gust of cold wind rushed in, Song Jiqing saw clearly that the person standing outside the door was Xiang Jin.

How did he find here?

Song Jiqing's eyes flickered, and he wanted to close the door without saying a word, but he was unavoidably weak due to illness, and Xiang Jin was taller than him, so he opened the door and entered in a few moments.

The door was locked with a bang.

Xiang Jin came in so grandly, he approached Song Jiqing step by step, rushed forward, grabbed his throat, his eyes seemed to be poisoned, and said, "You really are married? You live in such a nice house. How could it be so fast? Climb to a rich man? How much did he give you?"

Song Jiqing gasped for breath, with bulging veins on the back of his hands, grabbed Xiang Jin's arm, trying to push him back, "Get out!"

"He can sleep with you if he gives you money, so why can't I sleep with you?" Xiang Jin grimaced, grabbed his hand around his neck, and turned to tear his shirt.

With a bang in his head, Song Jiqing groped for the empty vase on the closet behind him.

When Xiang Jin went mad, he hit him hard on the head.

"Get out of here!" Song Jiqing grabbed the half-broken vase and pointed his hands in Xiang Jin's direction, as if fighting to the death.

His face was pale, his hair was messed up, but his teeth were clenched tightly.

Xiang Jin pestered him again and again, and even found his home. The more Song Jiqing thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he was, the hand holding the vase trembled.

Xiang Jin's forehead was dripping with blood, but his face was smiling: "Qingqing, I admit my mistake, okay? Get a divorce and go back with me. I will never bully you again. I will work hard to make you live a better life in the future."

Song Jiqing's throat was sore and smoldering, and every word he uttered was another wound.

"Is it interesting for you to say these words now? I thought about being with you for the rest of my life."

"But Xiang Jin, breaking up is breaking up, and I don't want to continue the relationship. Besides, I already have someone I like, and I'm living a happy life now. I don't want to recall the past anymore."

Xiang Jin's dazed eyes gradually cleared up, he wiped the blood on his forehead nonchalantly, and said, "You sentenced me to death for one mistake, Song Jiqing, you are so cruel."

Song Jiqing held the vase and still didn't put it down. There was no dependence and trust in his eyes staring at Xiang Jin, only full of guard and disgust.

Xiang Jin wanted to hug him, desperately, he never knew that losing Song Jiqing would be such a painful thing.

He walked towards Song Jiqing slowly, wanting him to put down the vase, and tie Song Jiqing home with a rope, so that he could only follow and look at himself.

But as soon as he took a step, someone grabbed his hair and pulled him back, with such force that he almost pulled his scalp off.

Enduring the pain, Xiang Jin staggered and turned his head, but met a face that was astonishingly cold.

Song Jiqing, who was leaning on the cabinet, opened his eyes wide, relaxed the hand holding the vase, and put it back to his side, "Cheng Mu...how do you..."

Two of the buttons that were tied to the top were undone, and the hard Adam's apple rolled up and down, which is enough to show how unstable Cheng Mu's mood is now.

Cheng Mu had always been gentle, Song Jiqing had never seen Cheng Mu who could explode with just a spark.

Xiang Jin realized something, and slammed his elbow back hard, trying to break free from Cheng Mu's imprisonment, but Cheng Mu twisted his wrist with his backhand, Xiang Jin couldn't even move, and Cheng Mu grabbed his arm , twisted back with ingenuity, then raised his knees and pressed the person on the sofa.

After a series of actions, Xiang Jin was completely at a disadvantage.

Cheng Mu lowered his eyes, and his voice was cold: "Call the property manager and ask them to come and pick him up."

Song Jiqing hurriedly ran to the living room to get his mobile phone, found the property's number from the contacts and dialed it, and the property came quickly.

They had been standing at the door nodding and talking to Cheng Mu. Cheng Mu kept his face cold from beginning to end and didn't give them any good looks.

"I don't want to know how he got in, but if I see him here again next time, you will be at your own risk."

"Of course."

Xiang Jin was taken out in an extremely disgraceful posture.

The house suddenly quieted down, leaving only a mess.

Song Jiqing didn't dare to look into Cheng Mu's eyes, and lowered his head, trying to clean up the broken pieces of the vase with a broom, but when he walked by Cheng Mu's side, Cheng Mu grabbed his wrist.

"Come here." Cheng Mu said, "Let's talk first."

I didn't notice it when I was tense, but now that I'm sitting closer, I can smell the faint smell of alcohol on Cheng Mu's body.

Cheng Mu didn't let go of his wrist, which made Song Jiqing feel as if he was pulling a thick rope up and down, making his throat feel stuffy for a while, and couldn't help but confess to Cheng Mu, saying: "He... it's me My ex-boyfriend, on the night I met you, shortly after I broke up with him."

He lowered his head in pain, and the back of his hands became increasingly cold, "I didn't expect it to become like this."

Cheng Mu paused for a moment, then let go of Song Jiqing's wrist, "Is there something wrong with you marrying me?"

His upper body was in a relaxed state, just half leaning on the sofa, but when he said this, there was no ripple on his face, like a scalding hot water suddenly cooling down.

With his wrist empty, Song Jiqing looked at his face, but couldn't detect Cheng Mu's current emotions.

He really seemed to seldom see through Cheng Mu.

The pain in the neck came and went, and the headache followed closely behind like a symphony. Song Jiqing pinched his palm, looked at Cheng Mu and said, "It's not because of anger, it's because of money, I'm short of money. "

Cheng Mu sighed, straightened up slightly, leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, rubbed his knuckles, and asked, "What will you do if I don't come back?"

Song Jiqing couldn't speak, and could only shake his head.

The pinch marks on his neck had already turned blue, and Song Jiqing's fair skin was even more conspicuous.

Just now Song Jiqing lowered his head, but Cheng Mu didn't notice, the angle changed and he saw the wound on his neck.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Jiqing said, "I can hold back."

Maybe he was really drunk, Cheng Mu looked at him differently than usual, the closer the distance, the more obvious the smell of alcohol Song Jiqing could smell.

But he didn't move, letting Cheng Mu raise his arms to wrap him in his arms, Song Jiqing's chin lightly rested on his shoulder, and his chin lightly pressed against the collar of Cheng Mu's loose shirt, the hot breath he exhaled was light, as if he didn't have much strength.

Cheng Mu felt distressed.

"If you yell that it hurts, I'll come to comfort you," Cheng Mu patted his back, "Why don't you yell like that?"

Song Jiqing's heart seemed to be filled with water, dangling back and forth, making him restless.

"I hurt, Cheng Mu." He said, then rubbed his chin on Cheng Mu's shoulder.

For a moment, he was as docile as a house cat.

Cheng Mu hugged his back and said softly, "It's okay, I'm here."

This night, something is slowly changing.

Cheng Mu rubbed the ointment on him, and checked the temperature on his forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever anymore, so he felt relieved.

The housekeeping aunt came and left after cooking. Song Jiqing still had a sore throat when he swallowed the food, so he ate very slowly. Cheng Mu didn't rush him, and watched him finish the rice in the bowl with small mouthfuls.

"When taking a bath today, try not to get water on the wound," Cheng Mu said.

Song Jiqing was about to go in for a bath with a change of clothes, when he heard the words, he said "Got it".

As soon as the frosted glass door of the bathroom was closed, Cheng Mu's expression turned cold again. He picked up his mobile phone and went to the balcony to make a call.

"Help me check someone."

"Please tell me his name, I will register here."

"Xiang Jin."

In the afternoon of the next day, Cheng Mu received a document containing basic information about Xiang Jin.

[Qianmu bar waiter, 25 years old, had several boyfriends, but they all broke up, and now there is one who is in an ambiguous period...]

With a cursory glance, Cheng Mu clicked the cross in the upper right corner to close the document.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it between his fingers, and sneered.

What a Xiangjin.

Moving moved to him.

Song Jiqing's call came on time, Cheng Mu glanced at the caller ID, and swiped his fingers to answer it.

Song Jiqing held the phone: "Cheng Mu, I found a newspaper, let me read the news to you in a low voice."

"Where did you find it?" Cheng Mu smiled, crushed the cigarette butt, and threw it in the ashtray.

Song Jiqing said, "In the drawer under the TV."

"It was more than ten years ago." Cheng Mu said without much thought.

Song Jiqing said "Yes", opened the newspaper, and said, "It was several years ago."

"Then I've read it?" Song Jiqing said, "Go to sleep and replenish your energy. Good afternoon."

Cheng Mu nodded and said, "Okay."

"On October 10st, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, a fire broke out in a certain community..." Song Jiqing read a paragraph casually, and realized that it was not political news, so he prepared to skip and turn the page.

His hand turning the page was still in mid-air, but a voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone: "Song Jiqing, have you ever experienced a fire?"

This question popped up all of a sudden, making Song Jiqing a little stuck. After thinking about it, he said, "I haven't experienced it, but I have seen it..."

"When my mother was still there, she took me to the amusement park once, but the ticket back was very late. We got up early and went out at three o'clock in the morning. On the way out, I saw many Firefighters are running to the burning complex."

"The fire was growing but they rescued a little boy who was standing alone in the crowd crying."

Cheng Mu's breathing in the microphone had begun to be heavy, but Song Jiqing was immersed in his memories for a while, so he didn't notice it.

"So I asked my mother if I could go and comfort him."

Cheng Mu slowed down before asking, "Why do you want to comfort him?"

"He looks very scared, and I am a boy like him, although I am a little shorter than him, but I think my hug should give him strength and make him less afraid. After all, I have my mother by my side. He I don't have any relatives by my side."

The phone was very quiet, Cheng Mu's voice was a little hoarse, "Then did you give him a hug?"

"En." Song Jiqing was not very old at that time, and after receiving a "thank you" from the other party, he went home happily for several days, always feeling that he had made a good friend somewhere.

"He was my first good friend." Song Jiqing said again.

Cheng Mu said, "Well, he's your good friend."

Song Jiqing smiled lightly, and still remembered that memory very clearly.

Cheng Mu lay down on the sofa with eyes closed, and said, "Ji Qing, I'm going to bed."

"Coax me again."

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感谢在2022-01-2420:15:37~2022-01-2522:39:59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 mine: Changbai Mountain Divine Tree. 1 piece;

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