Forced to become his stand-in wife

Xiqi nodded obediently, and sat opposite the coffee table with her schoolbag to do her homework.

—While writing, he glanced at Qin Muyang lying on the sofa from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity.

She could see that Dad didn't like this uncle.

Since Dad doesn't like it, she doesn't like it either.

Thinking of her, he looked away and focused on the homework.

The teacher assigned not many homework, plus she did half of it in the classroom, and she finished it in less than 10 minutes.

The uncle sleeping on the sofa has not woken up yet, and my father is still cooking.

Bored, Qiqi took out the doll, tied the doll's hair and sang.

When Qin Muyang was in a daze from the fever, he heard a child singing.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes blurred for a while and then gradually cleared up.

He saw Qiqi squatting across from him holding an old doll.

Looking at Qiqi's cute face, a sore pain slowly rose in his heart.

He remembered the hospital examination report that Xiqi suffered from congenital heart disease.

Thinking about it, he felt even more uncomfortable, the corners of his eyes were stained with moisture, he took a breath, and was surprised to find that his nasal cavity was sour and astringent.

The living room was very quiet, Qin Muyang's breathing caught Qiqi's attention, she raised her head and blinked at him with big dark and moist eyes.

Seeing that he woke up, subconsciously wanted to turn around and call Dad.

Qin Muyang quickly put his index finger on his lips, signaling her to keep quiet.

Qiqi suddenly became very quiet, she looked at Qin Muyang cautiously, sensitively, she felt his sadness.

It's just that she didn't know why he was so sad, was it because he was sick or was in pain?

Qiqi saw the wound on Qin Muyang's hand, and the original white gauze was completely red.

How painful must this be?

Qin Muyang propped up his heavy body, leaned on the sofa, looked at her at the same level, and called out his name: "Qiqi."

Qi Qi didn't say a word, but still looked at him with big watery eyes.

Those eyes looked very much like Ling Qiu, and Ling Qiu looked at him like this before.He seemed to be the only one in the eyes.

"Qiqi, can you come closer? Let Dad... let Uncle take a good look at you."

Qiqi shook his head shyly, his eyes were wary.

She firmly remembered her father's words, stay away from him.

The child's gaze pricked him slightly, and the stranger was on guard.

He glanced at the kitchen behind Qiqi.

The kitchen has a wooden door so you can't see inside, but he can imagine how busy Ling Qiu is inside.

There was a constant sound of cooking in his throat, and some scents overflowed. Qin Muyang showed a nostalgic look when he smelled the smell.

Although this place is small, it is full of smoke and fire, unlike the villa he lives in now, although it is large, it is just an empty house, and every night it is frighteningly cold, and there is no place to hide from loneliness.

Qiqi leaned against the wall, quietly arranging the doll's hair.

Small movements attracted Qin Muyang's attention, Qin Muyang looked at the doll in her arms, and said, "Qiqi, uncle will let you buy a new doll, okay?"

Qiqi raised her head instinctively, pursed her small mouth, and said in a low voice, "No, I just want this doll."

"But your doll is old and broken. Uncle can buy one that is exactly the same as yours."

"Exactly the same, not this doll."

Qin Muyang was startled, and suddenly felt that the heart in his chest was pinched in the palm of a small hand.

"Then..." Qin Muyang paused, not knowing how to please his daughter.

It is said that blood is connected, father and son are connected, and daughters are father's caring padded jackets, but he doesn't feel it at all.

He can't even please a child, let alone Ling Qiu.

"Then I'll buy you a new doll and replace the hands of that doll with yours?"

Qiqi's doll was accidentally broken when she was two years old. At that time, the little girl cried for a long time. Since then, her doll has become a one-armed doll.

Qin Muyang thought that Qi Qi would be happy to agree when he said this, but he didn't want Qi Qi to frowned fiercely, and said with a dissatisfied expression: "Isn't the other doll very pitiful?"

Qin Muyang was speechless for a while, and the living room fell into silence. Qin Muyang was sitting at one end, and Qiqi was standing at the other end.

In the end it was Ling Qiu who broke the silence.

He came out with the dishes, and after calling his daughter to eat, he glanced at Qin Muyang on the sofa with disgust.

Xiqi obediently came over, washed her hands and sat on the dining table to eat with a spoon.

When his daughter was eating, Ling Qiu fixedly looked at Qin Muyang, who had a reddish complexion. He looked at him with straight eyes, and he didn't know if it was because of the fever. His eyes were watery, as if he couldn't focus. Same, the whole person looks very sluggish.

He felt that the person in front of him was like a child, no matter how tall he was or how old he was, he seemed to be in the rebellious stage, always doing unexpected things.

"Qiuqiu, I feel bad, I want to eat your cooking."

Qin Muyang looked at him with an aggrieved face, and when he said this, he kept his eyes on the table.

Ling Qiu turned around and went to the kitchen, found a basin in the play cabinet, made two spoonfuls of rice, and then casually put some food in it.

He held it in front of Qin Muyang like sending a dog: "Eat."

Qin Muyang's pale face and moist eyes hid behind the steam from the food, looking at him quietly, with undisguised affection and nostalgia in his eyes.

"Aren't you going to drive me away?" His voice was still trembling, and there was a sob behind the end.

Ling Qiu was uncomfortable seeing him: "I can't drive you away, can I?"

Qin Muyang fell silent suddenly, he looked at the basin dumbly, and didn't intend to move.

Ling Qiu put the basin on the stool in front of him, "Eat it if you want it, keep it if you want it, I won't care about you anymore."

Qin Muyang tugged at the corner of his lips, and cooperatively held the basin and ate with chopsticks.

The food is very simple, just ordinary home cooking, but the taste is the best I have eaten in the past few years.

He thought about it for four years, and now he finally got it.

His eyes became more and more sore, he was never a sentimental person, but when he met Ling Qiu, the tears seemed to be unstoppable, big tears fell down.

— The bowl of food was mixed with tears, and he quickly swept it away, Ling Qiu looked at him like he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Ling Qiu turned around and went to eat too, watched over to Qiqi after eating, he cleared the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

—While washing and thinking about things.

If Qin Muyang was kicked out, he would definitely squat under the apartment building and guard him 24 hours a day, and he would never let him go.

In this case, it's better to let him in, and when he thinks he accepts him, he will escape with the child while he relaxes his vigilance.

He didn't want all the things at home, and took the passbook and flew abroad.

After thinking about it this way, the clouds and mist cleared in front of him, as if everything was going to the good side.

Qin Muyang gained some strength after eating, he got up and stood at the door of the kitchen looking at Ling Qiu's busy figure.

He lowered his head, and following his movements, the black hair on his body rose and fell, exposing his slender, snow-white neck.

There was an apron tied around his waist, and his slender waist was tightly grasped, so that he couldn't help but want to wrap around his waist, and then imprint a hickey on his neck.

After Ling Qiu finished washing the dishes, he turned his head and met Qin Muyang's deep gaze.

Ling Qiu trembled, he knew what Qin Muyang's eyes meant.

He quickly looked away, walked around him and walked to the second bedroom.

Qin Muyang is like a follower, wherever he goes, he follows him, pressing every step of the way.

Ling Qiu pressed the light on the next bedroom, without turning his head: "Either sleep here or sleep on the sofa, choose yourself."

When Qin Muyang heard this, he immediately grinned, and his mood improved a lot.

Ling Qiu meant to take him in. It seems that he can live here for a long time, as long as he and Ling Qiu spend time together, he will definitely make him forgive himself.

"Thank you, Qiuqiu."

Ling Qiu wanted him not to call himself "Qiuqiu", but he endured it and still didn't say it.

Anyway, it's only a few days, let him go.

Ling Qiu found clothes and took her daughter to take a bath, and when she came out, the light in the second bedroom was turned off, and Qin Muyang was lying quietly in it and sleeping comfortably.

Ling Qiu carried his daughter to sleep, the father and daughter were lying in the same bed, it was very warm in winter.

The next day, before dawn, Ling Qiu heard the crackling sound coming from outside.

The person just woke up, his head was not very clear, Ling Qiu was startled and thought he had been burglarized, he quickly glanced at the bedroom to see if there was anything to defend himself, and finally he held the desk lamp.

Open the door carefully and look out, and find that the source of the sound is the kitchen.

From time to time, flashes of light and light came from the kitchen, Ling Qiu was stunned for a moment, but the cold wind blowing outside made his sixty percent awake brain suddenly fully awake.

He remembered that apart from their father and daughter, there was also Qin Muyang in the family.

He glanced at the direction of the second bedroom, the door was open, and Qin Muyang was no longer inside, so the person in the kitchen was Qin Muyang.

It's just that he went to the kitchen before dawn and what was he doing?

Ling Qiu put down the lamp, walked towards the kitchen.

The door of the kitchen was not closed, smoke was coming out from inside, and the fire flickering inside was seen before approaching.

Those who knew it was someone cooking, but those who didn't know it thought they were cultivating immortals.

This large puff of smoke is no different from clouds and mist.

Ling Qiu came closer, seeing Qin Muyang's busy figure inside, slightly startled.

This was the first time he saw Qin Muyang busy in the kitchen.

He seemed to be making porridge, and the water in the pot was flowing everywhere, and the kitchen was a mess.

"What are you doing?" Ling Qiu couldn't help asking.

Qin Muyang turned his head in surprise, and when he saw Ling Qiu, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm making breakfast for you and Xiqi."

Ling Qiu's brows were already wrinkled into small peaks, his eyelids twitched when he saw the dishes in the trash can on the cooking table.

Qin Muyang explained: "I asked my assistant to buy these ingredients this morning."

Knowing that he didn't use the ingredients in his refrigerator, Ling Qiu heaved a sigh of relief.

His gaze was still very surprised, because he didn't expect Qin Muyang to cook breakfast.

Qin Muyang concentrated on cooking the porridge, and sprinkled seasoning into the porridge while reading the recipe.

After seeing that it was ripe, he filled a bowl and handed it to Ling Qiu.

The heat from the bowl covered Qin Muyang's expectant eyes.

"convex"

Ling Qiu didn't take it, he asked: "Why do you want to make porridge?"

Qin Muyang: "Before... didn't you get up so early to cook chicken porridge for me?"