Forced to become his stand-in wife

Ling Qiu looked at the snow outside the window, this year's snow came earlier than usual.

Ling Qiu wiped the window and opened a crack, a gust of cold wind blew in, there was no heating in the room, no matter how thick the clothes were, they couldn't hold back the cold.

Ling Qiu shrank a bit from the cold, and hastily closed the windows tightly.

It's so cold in the room, let alone the corridor outside the door, Qin Muyang must have left because he couldn't stand the cold.

Ling Qiu thought so, but he didn't dare to approach the door to have a look.

After cleaning the house, Ling Qiu sat on the sofa and stared at the snow outside in a daze.

The snow fell more and more, and unconsciously, a layer of white snow had accumulated on the leaves and window sills outside.

When you go to pick up Qiqi, bring a poncho. My daughter is not in good health and can't bear the cold.

The time passed bit by bit, and it was four o'clock in a while.

Ling Qiu took the umbrella and poncho, put on waterproof boots and prepared to pick up his daughter from the kindergarten.

Press and hold the doorknob to open the door, only to hear a bang, as if something fell down.

Terrified, Ling Qiu opened the door and walked out.

Qin Muyang curled up and fell to the ground, holding his heart tightly with one hand.

There was no light in the corridor, it was dim, and only a figure could be seen vaguely.

Why hasn't Qin Muyang left yet?

Before he had time to think about it, Ling Qiu quickly squatted over, patted his cold face, and said in a trembling voice: "Qin Muyang, wake up..."

The appearance of Qin Muyang gradually appeared in front of his eyes, the smiling Qin Muyang, the angry Qin Muyang, the angry and beating Qin Muyang, all kinds of things, but there was no such weak Qin Muyang, he seemed to die same.

At that moment, Ling Qiu's first thought was that Qin Muyang shouldn't be like this.

He should be defiant and high-spirited, not terminally ill.

Qin Muyang was lying at his feet, halfway through, his eyes narrowed, he saw a beam of light in front of him, and Ling Qiu was standing in the light.

He smiled softly, and said in a weak hoarse voice: "You are finally willing to talk to me."

Qin Muyang has been squatting outside for a long time, his body has been so cold that there is no temperature, he seems to have fallen into an ice cellar, his hands and face are only cold, Ling Qiu can feel the cold penetrating into his bones when he touches it.

To care or not to?

Ling Qiu couldn't ignore it, his heart was always too soft.

Find someone to take him away, wasn't there a young assistant beside Qin Muyang when he came last time?

He squatted down to look for Qin Muyang's cell phone, but his clothes bag was empty.

Ling Qiu frowned, he could already think that Qin Muyang did it on purpose.

Whether Qin Muyang died or not has nothing to do with him, but can he stop lying in front of his house?

Ling Qiu hesitated for a moment, then helped Qin Muyang up, his tall 1.8 meters nine directly pressed on him, Ling Qiu tried his best to hold him steady and not fall down.

Qin Muyang leaned his head on his shoulder, and his face was next to his neck.

Even though his body was very cold, the breath he exhaled was hot.

It was only then that Ling Qiu realized that Qin Muyang had a fever, and his lips were very hot, and he murmured his name in his ear.

"Qiuqiu..."

Ling Qiu resisted the trembling, and moved him to the sofa in the room with great effort.

It was only when there was light in the room that he could see Qin Muyang's face clearly, his face was flushed, and he was panting slightly with his mouth open.

He couldn't help touching Qin Muyang's forehead and found that he had a severe fever.

Ling Qiu thought in a dilemma, should he call an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

But calling an ambulance would cost thousands.

Ling Qiu sighed, got up to look for medicine.

Both he and Xiqi are not in good health, and they always keep medicines at home, and there should be some medicines for fever.

Ling Qiu went back to the bedroom and took out the medicine box, and sure enough, he found cold medicine in it.

He tore open two packets and rushed forward, then handed the cup to Qin Muyang's mouth.

"Wake up and drink the medicine."

It took a while for Qin Muyang to open his eyes, and as soon as he opened them, he nailed them to Ling Qiu's face, looking at him without blinking.

Ling Qiu shook the cup in his hand as a signal, Qin Muyang frowned after smelling it, and then slowly opened his mouth.

The granule was a bit bitter, Qin Muyang wanted to finish it in one gulp, but unexpectedly choked, and the brown liquid sprayed out from the corner of his mouth.

Ling Qiu couldn't help reminding: "Be careful, don't choke."

Qin Muyang shook his eyes, his eyes were no longer as gray as before, with a gleam of light, and there was emotion in the depths of his eyes.

After feeding, Ling Qiu put the cup on the table, then found him a blanket to put on him, then turned around.

Qin Muyang grabbed his hand, his throat hurt badly, he coughed several times before he managed to make a sound: "Qiuqiu, don't go."

Ling Qiu pursed his lips, shook off his hand, took out the phone from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Call someone to come pick you up."

Qin Muyang's hand was still stretched in the air, his fingertips trembled twice and then retracted, he closed his eyes in pain and said nothing.

Ling Qiu froze, "You ask someone to pick you up, don't stay at my house."

Qin Muyang's eyes were a little red again, he took a weak breath, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and after half his salary, he said in a deep voice: "Qiuqiu, are you really so cruel?"

heartless?Ling Qiu's eyelids twitched a couple of times when he heard this word, is he cruel?Then he lied to him, beat him, forced him to undergo abortion surgery, sent him to prison, etc., what are those?

Ling Qiu suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and didn't speak out what was in his heart.

But he still couldn't help sneering, "I have nothing to do with you, why should you stay in my house."

Holding the phone, he held it up in front of him again, and said a word coldly: "Hit."

Qin Muyang felt a stabbing pain in his heart, he turned his head away: "If you don't fight, I won't leave. If you really don't like me, just throw me to the door and let me fend for myself there, freezing to death It has nothing to do with you!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Muyang coughed violently, his face turned pale, and his chest and abdomen rose and fell, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Ling Qiu bit his lip, finally put down his phone and poured a glass of water to Qin Muyang's mouth.

"Drink water."

Qin Muyang didn't reach out to pick it up, but directly opened his mouth to hold the rim of the cup.

Worried that he would splash water and wet the sofa, Ling Qiu helped him up and fed him carefully.

He has taken care of Qin Muyang for seven or eight years, and he has already known everything about him physically.

He knew where he was uncomfortable just by the look on his face.

After feeding the water, he patted his chest lightly, and let him go only after he caught his breath.

"I'm going to pick up Qiqi, I don't want to see you when I get back."

Qin Muyang lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, and didn't know if he heard it.

Ling Qiu wanted to avoid him a little bit, he didn't know what to do now.

Qin Muyang was burning badly, and it was still snowing heavily outside, so he couldn't just throw people out like this.

Looking at Qin Muyang's haggard face, the arrogance he once had was gone.

He remembered Qin Muyang's weak voice when he held his hand just now, "Don't go."

Feeling sore in his heart, Ling Qiu let out a long sigh, got up and left.

Before he left, Qin Muyang opened his thick eyelashes and looked at him with affection. That Muyang looked like an abandoned puppy.

Ling Qiu didn't linger any longer, he wanted to pick up his daughter as soon as possible, today was 10 minutes later than usual, so Qi Qi might have been anxiously waiting.

Ling Qiu ran all the way while holding an umbrella, the cold wind blew by his ears.

Ling Qiu went straight to the kindergarten, and picked up Qiqi in the classroom after entering.

Qiqi sat obediently in the classroom and did her homework, with a young teacher sitting next to her.

Hearing the movement, the teacher raised his head, and when he saw him, a warm smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "Father Xiqi, you are finally here, and I'm going to call you to urge you."

The daughter ran up to him happily, and couldn't hide her joy and shouted: "Father."

Ling Qiu touched her warm little face, and said apologetically to the teacher: "I'm sorry, I'm late today, thank you so much for being with the child for such a long time."

The teacher smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, Qiqi is very obedient and obedient, I like staying with her."

Hearing that her daughter was praised, the depressed mood just now felt a little better.

After packing the schoolbag, Ling Qiu held his daughter's hand and thanked the teacher again.

The daughter waved her little hand sensiblely, "Goodbye, Mr. Li."

"Qiqi, see you tomorrow."

The ground has already been covered with snow, Qi Qi likes snow very much, she won't let Ling Qiu hold her and wants to walk by herself.

She left a row of small footprints in the snow.

Ling Qiu took her little hand and looked down, "Qiqi, is it cold?"

"not cold."

Halfway through the walk, Qiqi's shoes were already soaked. Worried that she would freeze her feet, Ling Qiu picked up the child with one hand and let her sit in his arms.

Thinking that there is still someone at home, Ling Qiu doesn't really want to go back.

Slowly returning to the apartment building, Ling Qiu put down Xiqi and took her hand to go upstairs.

When we got home, Qiqi pointed to the door: "Father has food here, who put it there?"

Ling Qiu also saw it, but he didn't see it when he was in a hurry to go out.

Looking at it recently, he bought it this afternoon, and it was scattered around here before, presumably Qin Muyang picked it up and put it here.

Has anyone left?

Ling Qiu looked at the closed door.

"dad?"

Ling Qiu came back to his senses: "Let's go in."

Ling Qiu took out the key to open the door, and went in with the vegetables.

Qiqi went in first, and called out after reaching the living room: "Dad, there is someone in the living room."

Qin Muyang hadn't left yet, he was still lying on the sofa, not long after Ling Qiu left, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

He has suffered from insomnia for a long time, and he couldn't fall asleep even after taking medicine, but he felt sleepy lying on this narrow sofa.

There was Ling Qiu's smell on the blanket, as refreshing as before, with a faint soap scent, Qin Muyang took a few deep breaths.

Ling Qiu took him home when he was sick, but didn't throw him out, it shows that he still can't be cruel to himself, he still has a chance...

Ling Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and when he entered the room, he saw Qin Muyang lying quietly on the sofa without moving, and he didn't know if he fainted like that.

Ling Qiu approached a little closer, leaning his left ear to approach, and after hearing Qin Muyang's steady breathing, he knew that he was just asleep.

Qin Muyang's face was deeply tired, and his eyes were black and blue. It looked like he hadn't had a good rest.

Ling Qiu thought about it, but still didn't wake up Qin Muyang.

Qiqi also recognized Qin Muyang who was lying on the sofa, and asked softly, "Dad, is this the uncle from that day?"

Ling Qiu replied: "Well, Xiqi, stay away from him."