Forced to become his stand-in wife

Qin Muyang also noticed something strange about him, he lowered his head and looked at Ling Qiu's gauze-wrapped hand on his chest.

"how did you make it?"

"I accidentally hurt it while cleaning." Ling Qiu said briefly, without saying that the mirror was broken, or that Qiao Ying stepped on it.

Qin Muyang's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes locked on his indifferent face, and he remained silent for a while.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ling Qiu probably pushed his hands on his chest, and got out of his arms without much effort.

Ling Qiu's movements were very distant, and he didn't look at him, Qin Muyang's eyes sank, and his brows furrowed.

"You are really stupid. You can hurt your hands even if you clean up a bathroom."

She clearly wanted to care about him in her heart, but her words turned out to be aggressive.

Ling Qiu lowered his head not to look at Qin Muyang, the dull pain in his heart was unbearable, and he couldn't even force a smile.

"I'll be careful in the future."

Qin Muyang snorted coldly, changed his shoes and went in. In the past, when he came home from get off work, the meal was almost done, but today, Ling Qiu injured his hand, so naturally he didn't cook.

Qiao Ying hadn't arrived home yet, so Qin Muyang called him and asked when he would be back.

Qiao Ying said on the phone that she would come back later for dinner tonight, so she didn't have to wait for him for dinner.

After Qin Muyang hung up the call, he ordered a few dishes casually.

After dinner, he went to take a shower and Ling Qiu cleaned up the table, and after he finished washing, Ling Qiu also finished cleaning up.

Qin Muyang said lightly: "Go take a bath, and come to my study after washing."

Looking at his stern and expressionless face, Ling Qiu knew what he was going to do without thinking.

He was very tired, not only physically, but also mentally, his head was aching, and he wanted to refuse but couldn't.

After taking a shower, Ling Qiu was only wearing a bathrobe, he knocked on the door.

A man's deep voice came from the study: "Come in."

After hearing the sound of the door opening, Qin Muyang raised his eyes and glanced at him, then continued to stare at the computer in front of him, his fingers dancing on the keyboard quickly.

Qin Muyang, who worked hard, looked extraordinarily attractive, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, looking mature and serious, his pajamas were loose, revealing his slender neck and two delicate collarbones.

When Qin Muyang was doing things, Ling Qiu didn't dare to disturb him, he even breathed lightly, he sat quietly on the sofa without moving, and focused on his handsome profile.

Ling Qiu became tired after sitting for a long time, his body was the loosest just after taking a hot bath, he stared at Qin Muyang with blurred eyes, and finally closed his eyes unbearably.

Ling Qiu fell into a drowsy sleep, dreaming of Xiaoguai, hugging him intimately in his arms and licking his face and mouth, he wanted to avoid it but couldn't dodge it, his chest felt uncomfortable after being licked, A feeling of suffocation.

He was woken up by the licking, and when he opened his eyes, it was not Xiaoguai who was licking him, but Qin Muyang.

Qin Muyang pressed down on him to kiss, and his slender fingers nimbly unbuttoned his bathrobe and clasped the back of his head.

His movements were somewhat uncontrollable, simple and rude.

Ling Qiu bit his lip, and his breathing became more and more rapid, but it wasn't because of his actions, but because of the dream he just had.

He dreamed of the dead little boy.

His fingers tightly clenched his fists, and then he let go, clenched the bathrobe on his body tightly, his eyes were closed and his eyelashes trembled, making his expression almost invisible.

Qin Muyang kissed for a long time before he noticed Ling Qiu's strangeness.

It was unusually quiet, and the originally thin and soft body was tense and stiff at this moment, not moving, not rejecting his encroachment, and at the same time not giving him the slightest response.He likes to sleep with Ling Qiu, out of a man's primitive desire.

He is used to Ling Qiu, and Ling Qiu can satisfy him at the same time, after touching him after a long absence yesterday, he was not working all day today.

Being intimate with Ling Qiu, he liked it very much, even fell in love with him, a feeling that Qiao Ying could not give him.

He stopped, looked at the man curled up under him with dark and complicated eyes, and called his name in a low voice, his voice seemed to come from a very deep place. "Ling Qiu."

His eyes were still closed, like a frightened child, his lips were tightly closed, and his slender eyelashes were trembling.

"Aren't you going to do it? Hurry up if you want to do it, or Qiao Ying will be back later."

Qin Muyang neither stopped nor got up from him.

His breath drew closer, and Ling Qiu heard his low and domineering voice close to his ear: "Ling Qiu, open your eyes and look at me."

Ling Qiu is very obedient and sensible, but he somehow doesn't like him like this.

Ling Qiu opened his eyes as he wished, almond eyes, black and white, gray with mist, not as bright as before, and not as sad, wronged and jealous as he imagined.

The heart sank suddenly, with a trace of panic.

Qin Muyang didn't know why he was panicking, Ling Qiu had a love gu and was in front of his eyes, could he run away?

Qin Muyang put away the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and pressed Ling Qiu on the sofa.

Ling Qiu was really too tired, so tired that he didn't have the energy to scream, he was like a leaky balloon being squeezed at will, and afterward it was more like a pile of garbage being thrown aside in disgust.

After it was over, Ling Qiu curled up on the sofa without moving. He leaned tiredly on the back of the chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

The phone rang suddenly, Ling Qiu raised his eyes wearily, and then watched Qin Muyang pick up the phone.

"I'll pick you up right away, wait for me." Qin Muyang hung up the phone in a hurry, and then said to Ling Qiu who was like a piece of rag, "Hurry up and go back to the house, Qiao Ying is back, don't let him look at you. "

"it is good."

Qin Muyang tidied his clothes briefly, and hurried out wearing a coat.

Ling Qiu looked at his anxious back and smiled.

After living here for seven years, he actually became Qin Muyang's lover.

It's ridiculous, his feelings for Qin Muyang are a joke no matter how you look at it, this joke is like a knife hanging above his head, he is waiting for the knife to fall, completely cutting off his thoughts about Qin Muyang, waiting Qin Muyang threw him away like trash.

After tidying up briefly, Ling Qiu returned to his bedroom. He was tired after a busy day, so tired that he didn't bother to clean up, so he fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, as expected, I had a fever. I was so dizzy and couldn't even get out of bed.

After Qin Muyang found out that he was sick, he found cold medicine to feed him, and while feeding him, he couldn't help complaining: "Why is your body getting worse and worse, getting sick twice a day is more troublesome than women .”

Seeing that Ling Qiu remained silent, Qin Muyang frowned, and looked at his pale and sickly face with deep eyes: "You didn't get sick on purpose, did you?"

"If it was intentional, I'll tie you to the bed, give you nutritional injections, and find someone to guard you every day."

Angrily sent a harsh word, but unfortunately Ling Qiu still didn't respond to him.

"Mu Yang, you are going to be late for work, you go to work first, I happen to be resting at home today, I will take care of Ling Qiu."

Qiao Ying's clear voice came from behind, and Qin Muyang turned slightly sideways, "He just has a fever, there is nothing to take care of."

That's what he said, but Qin Muyang took out his mobile phone: "I'll make a call and call the doctor."

Qiao Ying walked over and took his arm, preventing him from making a call: "What time have you checked? It's already 08:30, if you don't leave at nine o'clock, you will be really late, doctor, I tell you to go to work quickly. "

Qin Muyang had no choice but to put down his phone, looking at the considerate, gentle and sensible Qiao Ying in front of him, he possessed himself and kissed his face: "Then my wife, I'll go first

It is. ”

This was the first time Qin Muyang called him so affectionately, and Qiao Ying's cheeks flushed slightly, "Hurry up, pay attention to safety on the road, and come back early after get off work."

After sending Qin Muyang away, Qiao Ying instantly put away the concern on his face, looked at the pale and haggard Ling Qiu, and said mockingly: "I can pretend, but no matter how much I pretend, Mu Yang won't take pity on you at all. .”

Ling Qiu fell asleep and didn't wake up until noon, and his head was still a little dizzy, but luckily the temperature has cooled down.

He didn't have an appetite, and he didn't bother to get up to cook, so he just lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, moving his hands.

There was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, Ling Qiu raised his hand and saw that the gauze was soaked with blood, but fortunately it stopped the bleeding, and there were dry blood clots on it.

Ling Qiu looked at his hands in a daze. When he heard the knock on the door, he was still in a daze. When the door was pushed open from the outside, he saw Qiao Ying coming in with a bowl.

"woke up?"

There was a spring-like smile on Qiao Ying's face, this smile shouldn't be aimed at him, Ling Qiu didn't recover, he thought he had a fever, and he had hallucinations.

"Get up, drink this soup." Qiao Ying said coldly.

Seeing Ling Qiu staring at the bowl in his hand, he said: "This is bone soup. I ordered it for takeaway. Don't worry, there is no poison in it. If you swallow it, you won't die."

Being courteous for nothing, cheating or stealing, Ling Qiu had a strange feeling in his heart: "I don't want to be raped, you can take it out."

"Are you still blaming me for hurting your hand yesterday?" Qiao Ying put the soup bowl on the bedside table, "I didn't order this soup, but Mu Yang ordered it. I want me to watch you eat it."

"Otherwise, do you think I want to take care of you? I'm only happy if you die of illness in this room. "

This is Qiao Ying. When facing him, his tone was vicious and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Get up by yourself, hurry up, I still have things to do."

Ling Qiu propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, holding a bowl, sipping soup.

The taste of the soup is a bit strange, it doesn't feel like pork bone soup.

"Eat the meat too."

Holding the spoon, Ling Qiu fed the boiled meat into his mouth. The meat tasted like pork, but it was more sour, smelled fishy, ​​and had a dark color. He seemed to have never eaten this kind of meat.

A thought suddenly flashed across Ling Qiu's mind, but he didn't catch it so fast.

He concentrated on sipping the soup, feeling uncomfortable in his stomach and a little hard to swallow.

Qiao Ying, who was standing at the side, looked at him quietly, with the corner of her mouth curled up to reveal a smile that didn't mean anything.

After watching Ling Qiu finish the soup, Qiao Ying asked him, "Is the soup good?"

Qiao Ying's tone was inexplicably cheerful and proud, as if she was very satisfied with Ling Qiu's whole bowl of bone soup.

Ling Qiu pursed his lips slightly, and nodded after paying half the salary.

"Then do you know what kind of soup this is?"

Ling Qiu's eyes widened, and the uneasiness that surged up in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Qiao Ying's tone was gentle and flat: "This is dog meat soup."