Forced to become his stand-in wife

"In the past, didn't you get up so early to make chicken porridge for me?"

That's right, Ling Qiu used to get up before dawn to make breakfast for him, knowing that he didn't like him, but still making three meals a day for him in the hope that he would come back to eat.

He eats hot food, and he eats cold food. Whenever he is upset, he will throw the bowl in his hand and smash it at himself.

Ling Qiu felt sad when he thought of these, but he didn't show it.

"Let me do these in the future. I will take care of you father and daughter. I will cook three meals and clean up the house. I will do what you did before, and I will make up for you slowly."

He didn't know how many times he said the word "make up". If everything in this world could be "made up", it would be too simple.

"Drink it quickly, taste it." Qin Muyang stared at Ling Qiu and urged a few words.

Ling Qiu took the porridge, tested the temperature, and took a sip.

It's also chicken porridge, but it's too different from his cooking, but it's not unpalatable.

"Okay... is it delicious?" Qin Muyang asked cautiously.

Ling Qiu nodded, "Yes."

Although the sound was small, Qin Muyang could hear it clearly. He couldn't help but smile, with a sense of satisfaction on his face.

"It's still early, I'll prepare some side dishes, and you can sleep with your daughter for a while."

Ling Qiu didn't want to stay here either, after hearing Qin Muyang's words, he turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Now it's only 06:30, and my daughter usually wakes up at 07:30, and I can sleep for an extra hour.

After waking up once, Ling Qiu couldn't fall asleep. He quietly dressed and lay on the bed, looking at his daughter's sleeping face.

At seven twenty, Qin Muyang knocked on the door.

"Ling Qiu, are you awake?"

Ling Qiu was in a daze for a moment, to be honest, he was still a little unresponsive.

Whether it was Qin Muyang who was cooking or waking him up, they were all too unfamiliar to him.

He did go the right way, but does this prove that this person has changed for the better?

He still believes in the saying, "The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change."

Qin Muyang outside the door didn't hear Ling Qiu's response, so he knocked on the door again.

Ling Qiu replied: "Get up."

Ling Qiu touched his daughter's face, "Qiqi, get up."

The child stayed in bed for a while, and after being woken up, he whined twice like a pig, and then opened his big watery eyes.

Seeing that it was Ling Qiu, she called out in a childish voice: "Father."

"Well, get up and eat, and dad will take you to school after dinner."

Qi Qi opened her eyes and was fully awake after a while, she sat up and put on her clothes in coordination with Ling Qiu's movements.

Today, the temperature dropped by two degrees compared to yesterday. My daughter has always been in poor health, and she would catch a cold if she was slightly cold. Ling Qiu added an extra warm coat for her, with a bright red scarf wrapped around her neck, and a white down jacket on her body.

The whole small body is wrapped like a chubby duck, with a naive look.

After getting dressed, Qi Qi's little face was so hot that it made people want to kiss him.

Ling Qiu took her daughter out to wash her face and brush her teeth, and when she returned to the living room, Qin Muyang had already served the porridge on the table.

The chicken porridge was steaming, Qiqi glanced at Qin Muyang, although curious, he didn't ask any further questions, and quietly ate the porridge on the table.

During the meal, Qin Muyang asked with a flattering smile, "Qiqi, is the porridge good?"

Qiqi just nodded sullenly.

He didn't say it was delicious or bad, Qin Muyang was very nervous, he raised his eyes to look at Qiqi from time to time, seeing that the little girl was eating, his nervous heart gradually relaxed.

It seems that it is not difficult to drink.

After breakfast, it was time to send Xiqi to school, so Qiqi consciously packed up her schoolbag and carried it on her back.

When he was about to go out, Qin Muyang followed closely behind him, Ling Qiu was a little impatient, but he couldn't show it, so he could only say in a calm voice, "I want to send Xiqi to school."

"I will go with you."

"No need, Qiqi doesn't like having one more person to see her off."

Qin Muyang subconsciously went to look at Qiqi, but found that his daughter didn't even give him a look, and felt a chill in his heart.

"I……"

"Qin Muyang, I've already made a big concession by keeping you here." In other words, tell him not to push his feet.

As soon as the words came to his lips, Qin Muyang asked, "Then when did you come back?"

"It's been a long time since I opened a pedicure."

Qin Muyang asked again: "Then can I go with you?"

"No."

Qin Muyang knew that he found Ling Qiu and had to take his time, and he couldn't rush him, that's what he thought in his heart, but he couldn't help showing a look of pity on his face.

Ling Qiu didn't bother to look at him, put the key in the bag, took Qiqi and went out.

"Qiuqiu, be careful on the road."

Qin Muyang's voice came from the door, Ling Qiu couldn't help but look back.

He used to be watching him from behind, now it's his turn.

Ling Qiu only took one look and then turned his head, his heart no longer had the nostalgia he had at the beginning, no Gu would be ruthless.

Just after sending his daughter to kindergarten, Fu Tingxuan called him.

Ask him nervously: "Qin Muyang, he didn't do anything to you, did he?"

After learning that Qin Muyang had found him, Fu Tingxuan became nervous from time to time. He couldn't go to City C yet, and if he didn't see Ling Qiu, he was worried.

Ling Qiu held the phone and shook his head: "Didn't do anything to me." He didn't tell him about Qin Muyang fainting at the door of his house.

Only then did Fu Tingxuan feel relieved, "I guess he will squat at your door next time, forcing you to compromise."

Ling Qiu tugged at the corner of his mouth, he didn't expect Fu Tingxuan to know Qin Muyang so well.

"He's at my house right now."

"He's at your house now...at your house...at your house?" Fu Tingxuan on the other side of the phone suddenly became anxious, "he's at your house, and you still say you didn't do anything to you?"

Ling Qiu explained: "He had a fever and fainted at the door of my house, and then refused to leave. Didn't you tell me two days ago to let him relax? So I left him at home."

That's what he said, but Fu Tingxuan was still worried, "Are you sure nothing will happen to him if he stays with you?"

Ling Qiu paused, he thought of Qin Muyang standing at the door like a dog watching him when he sent the child to school.

"I have a sense of proportion, nothing will happen, anyway, I can't keep him for a few days."

"Be careful, Qin Muyang is going crazy like a wild dog."

Fu Tingxuan couldn't help but asked a few more words before hanging up the call.

After Ling Qiu put the phone in his trouser pocket, he walked towards the south of the city, doing what he usually does, and doing what he does now, so as not to make Qin Muyang suspicious.

The pedicure was rolled out, and only one person came in the morning. Maybe it was because of the cold weather near the Chinese New Year. There were very few people who came for the pedicure, and the passers-by didn't even look at it.

Ling Qiu is not discouraged, anyway, he will be leaving in a few days, do you still care about this little business?

When it was time to eat at noon, Ling Qiu usually brought food, but today he had nothing to do and had to go out to eat.

— A bowl of 15 yuan noodles is a bit reluctant.

While he was considering whether to eat or not, footsteps came from the door.

"anyone there?"

Ling Qiu stood up and replied: "Yes."

As soon as the voice fell, he saw a figure walking in.

"Qiuqiu, have you eaten yet?"

The person who came in was Qin Muyang, holding a lunch box in his hand and looking at him with a smile on his face.

Ling Qiu was in shock and did not recover.

I thought Qin Muyang's "make up" was just for fun, but I didn't expect to actually do it.

He brought him breakfast in cold weather, and the insulated box was the same one he bought before.

Ling Qiu shook his head.

Qin Muyang went in with a lunch box. It was the first time he came to this place. The last time he came, the door was closed. He only glanced outside and thought it was very simple. Unexpectedly,

It is still very simple after entering.

Several small tables and benches form a shop.

Qin Muyang put the lunch box on the table, opened the lunch box and said, "It's a bit cold in your place, do you want to change the place for you?"

"No, it's fine here."

— Guess that's it, Ling Qiu really hasn't changed at all.

——Opening the lunch box and steaming it, Qin Muyang pushed it in front of Ling Qiu, like offering a treasure: "I made these, eat while it's hot, don't starve to death."

Ling Qiu took a look, there was one meat and one vegetable inside, the vegetarian one was potato shreds, the meat one was braised pork ribs, from the color it looked okay, at least it wasn't burnt.

The middle layer of the insulated box is rice, and the bottom layer is bone soup, with a faint fragrance wafting out.

Qin Muyang brought them to him one by one, resting his face on his hands and looking at him with fiery eyes.

Ling Qiu avoided his gaze, took a bite of the ribs he made while holding the chopsticks.

It's fine that Qin Muyang knows how to make porridge, but he didn't expect to be able to make pork ribs. The pork ribs are already boiled, and when bitten lightly, the bones and flesh are separated, and the taste is delicious.

Ling Qiu took another sip of the soup, it was his favorite taste, while he sipped the soup, he looked at Qin Muyang.

Putting Qin Muyang's hand on the table, he saw the wound on his hand at a glance. It was an old wound yesterday, and some new wounds were added today.

As he often stays in the kitchen, he can clearly see how those injuries came from at a glance.

There were knife wounds and burns, and there were patches of red on the originally beautiful hands.

Ling Qiu glanced at it and lowered his eyes.

Qin Muyang didn't notice his gaze. After seeing him take a sip of the soup, he asked expectantly: "Is the ribs delicious? Is the soup delicious? Does it suit your taste?"

Ling Qiu didn't respond to any of his questions, he said lightly: "You better not give it away in the future."

Qin Muyang was stunned, and the expectation on his face gradually turned into disappointment. He murmured: "Is the taste of my cooking not good enough? You tell me, and I will improve immediately."

Ling Qiu shook his head, "It's already done well for you, but it's unnecessary."

Qin Muyang froze, if he still didn't understand the meaning of his words, then he would be too stupid.

Ling Qiu's rejection of his kindness is to reject him as a person.

Qin Muyang's face was full of disappointment, he sighed: "Qiuqiu, does accepting my kindness make you feel so uncomfortable?"

Ling Qiu fell silent, and after eating quietly, Qin Muyang packed up the lunch box and prepared to go back.

"I'll go back and prepare dinner, you can come back to eat after picking up Qiqi."

Ling Qiu originally thought that Qin Muyang would stay for a while, but he didn't want him to leave alone like this.