Forced to become his stand-in wife

"This is dog soup."

Ling Qiu's fingers trembled, and his stomach twitched, as if he was tightly gripped by his hands. He lay on the side of the bed, covered his throat, and vomited heavily, vomiting out all the soup he had just swallowed.

Qiao Ying laughed lowly seeing his distressed appearance.

"Dog meat soup is first boiled with dog bones, and then the meat is stewed. It tastes delicious and nourishes the body. What a pity you vomited."

Ling Qiu lay on the bedside and vomited even more violently, his upper body twitched as if he would fall off the bed at any moment.

At the end of the vomiting, his stomach was empty, and even the yellow-green acidic water was vomited out. The acidic liquid burned his throat sorely, and the sleep foam was red.

Ling Qiu looked at Qiao Ying with tears in his eyes: "Why?"

When Qiao Ying heard his question, she felt it was ridiculous: "You robbed me of my man, and you still ask me why?"

He and Ling Qiu belonged to two types of people, he hated him from the very first sight, his cowardly look seemed to be a deliberate disguise, just to arouse pity from others.

His appearance broke his original plan. He thought he was a stepping stone, but he didn't want to be a thorn in his way.

"You can rest assured that there is no poison in this broth, and the dog meat used is just ordinary meat dogs, not your stupid dog that was burned to death!"

Qiao Ying bit the word silly dog ​​especially hard, as if deliberately trying to provoke Ling Qiu and remind him of that painful incident.

And he did it, Ling Qiu's pupils trembled, his fingers clenched the bed sheet tightly, and a stream of blood rushed to his throat.

He wanted to kill Qiao Ying, and it was the first time that he wanted to kill an outsider.

When Mr. Qin took him in, he taught him that people should be kind, and kindness can be rewarded, but what he got was not rewards, but bloody lessons.

Ling Qiu grabbed the soup bowl on the bedside table and threw it towards Qiao Ying. Qiao Ying seemed to have known that he was going to throw something over, and narrowed her eyes slightly but did not hide.

The bottom of the heavy bowl hit Qiao Ying's forehead with a dull thud, and then fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

There was blood on Qiao Ying's forehead, and the blood flowed into the eyes with stinging pain, and the eyes were red and hazy.

In fact, this was a real pain, but Qiao Ying didn't even frown. He looked at Ling Qiu with a smile still on the corner of his mouth.

Stretching out her hand to wipe the blood on her face, Qiao Ying picked up the broken bowl on the ground and threw it outside, then slowly took out her cell phone and made a call.

"Mu Yang, come back quickly, Ling Qiu is going to kill me, a lot of blood is bleeding from my forehead"

The moment the bedroom door was closed, Ling Qiu fell to the ground with a bang, he tightly covered his lips, but his hands were still stained with blood from his mouth.

With Qiao Ying's simple words, he was sentenced to death. He doesn't need to do anything now, just wait here for Qin Muyang to come back.

It would be better for Qin Muyang to kill him directly, he is already tired of living a life of pain, so it is better to die cleanly, and it will be over once and for all.

Qin Muyang really treasured Qiao Ying. After knowing that he had an accident, he stopped working and drove back directly.The pimple on Qiao Ying's forehead has not been treated yet, and the right side of her face is covered with blood, which looks a little scary.

The blood has solidified and the pain is gone, but Qiao Ying is still crying.

Qin Muyang's heart ached for a while, and he held Qiao Ying's face and looked at the wound.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts," Qiao Ying said while crying, "Will it leave a scar?"

Qin Muyang comforted: "No, you scratched your face last time, didn't you leave a scar?"

"But the last time was not as serious as this time, Ling Qiu hit it with his deadly hands."

Qin Muyang took a cold breath: "Talk to me carefully what's going on."

Qiao Ying nodded, "I kindly ordered takeaway bone soup for Ling Qiu. After taking care of him, I mentioned who the plush dog in the utility room belonged to. I didn't expect him to hit me with a bowl when he got angry. He would have hit me in the eye if I hadn't dodged so fast."

Qiao Ying didn't say anything, he almost forgot about the plush toy in the utility room, but he remembered that it was given to Ling Qiu by Su Jiangbai.

Qin Muyang's expression changed on the spot. He pushed away Qiao Ying in his arms, and strode upstairs without noticing Qiao Ying's vicious eyes behind him.

Qiao Ying locked Ling Qiu's bedroom door from the outside.

Qin Muyang knocked on the door and asked him to open it.

Seeing that there was no movement inside, he suddenly became furious, raised his foot and directly kicked the door open with reckless strength.

Ling Qiu sat curled up on the ground, hugged his legs with his hands, and buried his face in his knees. After the door was kicked open, the expression on his face remained unchanged. He glanced at Qin Muyang indifferently.

The look in his eyes was so dull that he couldn't see anything, not even the slightest bit of fear, Qin Muyang's heart skipped a beat, and he walked straight over and looked down at him.

"explain!"

Ling Qiu thought that Qin Muyang would beat him up directly, but he didn't expect to ask him to explain.

He blinked and said slowly: "There is nothing to explain, I smashed him."

"Just because of a dead stupid dog?"

"Little boy is not a stupid dog." Ling Qiu's eyes changed on the spot, he watched Qin Muyang say it word by word.

Qin Muyang sneered, he knelt down and grabbed Ling Qiu's chin, with a strong mocking tone: "I think you are not because of the dead dog, but because of the person who gave it away."

"So are you going to blame others, or just kill me?"

With a fierce light in Ling Qiu's eyes, Qin Muyang raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

Ling Qiu turned his face away, tasted the bloody smell from the corner of his mouth, and his earworms buzzed.

"Both of these are too cheap for you. Don't you like dogs? Then stay in the basement."

He dragged Ling Qiu up from the ground and dragged him all the way to the door of the basement on the first floor.

Qiao Ying followed closely behind. He knew that there was a basement here to keep Tibetan mastiffs, and Ling Qiu would definitely be bitten to death if he went in.

Mingming was happy in his heart, but he said words of concern for Ling Qiu: "Mu Yang, I'm fine, you keep Ling Qiu inside, what if you get sick?" He's used to it, if he can get sick Already sick. "This is the third time he has thrown Ling Qiu in the basement.

The basement door opened, and Qiao Ying looked in through the light from the outside. The inside was very big. After hearing the sound, the Tibetan Mastiff opened its mouth and barked ferociously. A chain was tied around the dog's neck, which fixed the range of movement.

A look of disappointment flashed in Qiao Ying's eyes, he thought that the Tibetan Mastiff could kill Ling Qiu inside, but he didn't expect that the dog was tied up in a cage, so it couldn't even bite people.The previous two times Ling Qiu begged Qin Muyang for mercy, but this time he didn't say a single word of begging for mercy, maybe it was like what Qin Muyang said, he was used to it.

"What you said before, take a year off and let me go to school, does that still count?"

Qin Muyang grabbed his slender neck, his eyes were filled with darkness, his outline showed indifference, his throat rolled violently, and his voice pressed against his ear: "Dream, what are you going to study when you are useless? Anyway, you can only work as a servant in the Qin family for the rest of your life. People learn it in vain.”

Ling Qiu usually didn't mention it, but now that he suddenly brought up the matter of going to school, Qin Muyang naturally thought that he wanted to escape from his side.

Of course he didn't allow Ling Qiu to leave his side, not even out of sight.

Ling Qiu couldn't catch his breath, he grinned: "Sure enough, you can't believe what a man says on the bed."

Qin Muyang's finger joints were tightly closed, and his black eyes were narrowed: Is his belief important to him?

Ling Qiu just smiled palely, looking at the indifferent and unfamiliar person in front of him.

How could it be like this?

Qin Muyang's rhetoric is really sweet, so good that he still remembers it now.

__I'll take you to heal your ears.

From now on, I will depend on you and listen to you in everything.

I will take you home.

- Your children are my children.

You can have a dog if you want.

Ling Qiu just looked at Qin Muyang, looked at his handsome and indifferent face, and said hoarsely: "Qin Muyang, you'd better strangle me like this, but don't forget, you owe me two lives, The lives of Anbao and Xiaoguai."

A tear overflowed from the corner of his eye and landed on the back of Qin Muyang's hand. Although it was cold, he felt a sense of heat inexplicably, which made his hand tremble uncontrollably.

Inside the chest, as if being pricked by fine and dense needles, the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe, he pushed Ling Qiu away forcefully and pushed him in, then closed the heavy door.

"Mu Yang, Ling Qiu..."

Hearing Qiao Ying's voice, Qin Muyang was inexplicably upset.

"Stop mentioning him!" He shouted loudly, the first time he lost his temper at Qiao Ying, it was because of the insignificant Ling Qiu.

Qiao Ying looked at him injured, lowered her head sullenly, and said hoarsely, "Okay, don't mention him."

Qin Muyang also realized that he was a little too impatient. He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and looked at Qiao Ying guiltily: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't get angry at you."

Qiao Ying shook her head, with a helpless and bitter smile on her lips: "It's nothing, I don't blame you."

Looking at the gentle Qiao Ying in front of him, his mood improved a lot.

He took Qiao Ying's hand and led him out: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"You don't need to go to the hospital, the wound is not serious, it's just a little bit of skin." He was telling the truth, after being hit by Ling Qiu, he looked in the mirror, the wound was not deep, and it would take less than a week to heal after applying medicine.

"With so much blood, how could it not be serious?"

Half of the blood on his face was from blood packs, so of course it looked serious.

"I go to the hospital like this, what if someone sees me? You want me to be in the headlines tomorrow."

"That……"

"Just call the family doctor."

Qin Muyang took Qiao Ying to the sofa in the living room, and then called Dr. Zhang.

Doctor Zhang is very close to here, but he will be here in 10 minutes. He hurried in with a medicine box. Seeing that half of Qiao Ying's face was covered in blood, he thought it was serious, but after he wiped it clean, there was a small wound on his forehead. , no need to sew.

Dr. Zhang felt strange while applying the medicine, and couldn't help but said: "Your blood volume is very high, such a small wound can produce so much blood, why don't you prescribe a traditional Chinese medicine order for blood?"