Forced to become his stand-in wife

"Since I didn't answer, I will continue to wait here."

At this time, there was the sound of a car driving outside, and the security guard went out to see that it was Fu Tingxuan who was driving.

"Mr. Fu, you are finally back. Mr. Ling has been waiting for you."

Hearing the security guard's voice, Ling Qiu walked out, just in time to see Fu Tingxuan parked the car aside and opened the window.

The light was very dim, and he could only see a vague outline. Fu Tingxuan's entire face was hidden in the darkness, looking a little gloomy.

Qin Muyang came to Ling Qiu's side, took his hand, and they walked to Fu Tingxuan together.

Fu Tingxuan did not expect that Ling Qiu was still waiting for him so late.

He looked at Ling Qiu's face, with pain and guilt shining in his eyes, he wanted to avoid Ling Qiu because he didn't know how to face him.

"Ling Qiu, I..."

"Go up." Ling Qiu interrupted him lightly, his voice was surprisingly gentle, but Qin Muyang, who was closest to him, could still clearly hear his trembling breathing.

He shook Ling Qiu's hand and gave him support.

Fu Tingxuan lowered his head and looked at the hands they held tightly, his painful eyes mixed with some hatred.

He nodded, threw the car keys to the security guard, and told him to park the car.

Fu Tingxuan walked in front and led the way. Xia Yang lived very close, and he would be there in less than 5 minutes.

Ling Qiu was very calm all the way up the stairs, and he always had a fluke idea when he was on the elevator.

Thinking about it, the door opened, and Xia Yang was standing inside, calling softly, "Qiuqiu, why are you here?"

Fu Tingxuan took out the door key to open the door. He didn't know whether it was cold or something. His hands shook violently, and he failed to insert the key into the lockhole several times.

After inserting the key and turning it to the left twice, the door opened with a snap.

Fu Tingxuan walked in first: "Come in."

Ling Qiu didn't move, Fu Tingxuan said again: "Didn't you always want to come?"

Yes, he always wanted to come here to see where Xia Yang lived, but when he got here, he didn't dare to go in.

People are gone, the house is just an empty shell.

Ling Qiu took a deep breath and walked in.

Xia Yang's place is not bad, 150 square meters, two bedrooms, three bathrooms, the living room and dining room are connected together, the kitchen is big, and there is a balcony outside.

The house is empty, there is nothing but furniture, and at first glance, there is no trace of human smell.

Ling Qiu asked: "Which bedroom does he live in?"

Fu Tingxuan pointed to the innermost side.

Ling Qiu went in the direction he pointed.Xia Yang's bedroom was a bit messy, the drawers fell to the floor, the wardrobe door was open, and there was nothing in it.

I don't see anyone living here.

Ling Qiu picked up the drawer on the floor and put it back in place, then looked around.

The Xia Yang who had brought him warmth and happiness was no longer here, and there was a puff of breath in his chest, as if trying to drive him crazy.

Ling Qiu finally couldn't stand up anymore, he collapsed and curled up on the ground with his back against the bed, he couldn't cry anymore, the tears seemed to have dried up.

He couldn't help thinking regretfully, if he hadn't brought Xia Yang to City C, would he have lived a happier life by himself?Maybe all this wouldn't have happened?

Xia Yang...Xia Yang...Why do you have to face the pain alone?

Ling Qiu stayed alone in Xia Yang's room for a long time, the blood all over his body seemed to be sucked out, his whole body was frighteningly cold.

His gaze gradually became hollow and dull from the pupil light at the beginning, and he looked in the direction of the wardrobe, and saw a piece of origami in the corner of the wardrobe.

Ling Qiu staggered over, opened the origami paper and saw that it was a calendar with a circle drawn at 15, which was Xiqi's birthday.

With a sore nose, Ling Qiu struggled not to shed tears.

You obviously still remember Qiqi's birthday, but why didn't you come and see her?Yang Yang, why did you sneak away?

Ling Qiu refolded this page of the calendar and put it in his pocket, then walked out.

Both Qin Muyang and Fu Tingxuan were in the living room. After watching him come out, Qin Muyang came over to hold him first, but before touching his hands, Ling Qiu hid.

Ling Qiu was not in the mood to look at Qin Muyang's expression, he walked up to Fu Tingxuan and stopped in front of Fu Tingxuan.

Fu Tingxuan sat on the sofa with his head bowed, his face covered with cyan stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked like he had stayed up for several days.

When he was outside the house, Ling Qiu didn't pay much attention to his face, but now the light is shining in the room, clearly illuminating the tiredness on his face.

Ling Qiu stared at him firmly: "Why didn't you tell me that he disappeared earlier?"

It has been a week since Fu Tingxuan returned to City A. If he didn't take the initiative to ask Xia Yang, wouldn't he have told him for the rest of his life?

Fu Tingxuan was a little tired: "I thought I could find him."

He has always been so confident, but there is nothing he can do about Xia Yang. He thinks that Xia Yang is stupid, and he will find someone who can't do anything easily after he goes out. , and also dug up the case of his hospital, bone cancer in the advanced stage.Thinking of Xia Yang, his eyes turned red.

Ling Qiu looked at Fu Tingxuan coldly, but did not change the pain on his face.

Suddenly, he felt that the man in front of him was very strange. He always thought that Fu Tingxuan was very good. He had always taken good care of him in prison and helped him get out of prison.

He has always kept this good idea, so when Xia Yang brought Fu Tingxuan home, he did not have any doubts about their previous relationship.

He even said to Xia Yang: Yang Yang, if you like him, just be with him, you are so good and worthy of an excellent man liking you.

"excellent"?These two words undoubtedly gave Ling Qiu a slap in the face.

If Fu Tingxuan was good, he wouldn't have been with Xia Yang for so many years before he knew he was sick. If he was good, he wouldn't let Xia Yang leave so alone. If he was good, he wouldn't just leave him with an empty house.

He went into the room and took a look around. There were no extra clothes of Fu Tingxuan in the room, and he knew that Fu Tingxuan didn't come here often.

What did Fu Tingxuan think of Xia Yang?Lonely and boring pastime?Or is it just nurturing?

Ling Qiu's eyes looking at Fu Tingxuan are too "naked? Naked", as if he peeled off his skin and saw his heart.

"I entrusted you with a good Xia Yang, but now he is ill and has disappeared."

Ling Qiu's eyes were in a daze, as if thinking of the past, Xia Yang's bright smiling face seemed to stop before his eyes.

"I can't get through his phone these days. Call you, but you tell him that he is fine. If he is fine, he will leave quietly? I really regret that I gave him to you before."

Ling Qiu said: "How did you promise me back then, but now you have brought him back and returned it to me!"

"Do you think I don't want to find him?" Fu Tingxuan's heart shrank after he shouted these words hurriedly, holding back tears.

These days, he has been looking for Xia Yang tensely, to the point of collapse and despair. How much he wished that someone could come out to comfort him and say good things to him, even if he deceived him.

But everyone told him that Xia Yang couldn't find it, and even if he found it, he wouldn't be able to live.

And Ling Qiu would only keep accusing him.

He admitted that he was wrong, but didn't he?

"He never told me that he was sick, how would I know? I admit that I am sorry for him, but you don't have it? Xia Yang has given you all the money on his body these years, so he has no money to treat himself sick."

To Fu Tingxuan, Xia Yang was a wound that could not be opened, and now he wanted to dig that wound open for Ling Qiu to see.But before he could say anything, he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

After a while, Fu Tingxuan said again: "You ask me why I don't care about Xia Yang? Then let me ask you? Ling Qiu, how much have you cared about Xia Yang? You didn't notice anything wrong with him when you called? Bone cancer It will take four years from the middle stage to the late stage, and you didn’t notice it when he fell ill by your side?”

"Also, do you know how Xia Yang made money these years? When I met him, he was selling himself in nightclubs! All the money he gave you these years was all the money he earned from selling ass!"

Fu Tingxuan gradually lost control of himself. For so many days, he has been suppressing the pain and self-blame in his heart. He wants to tell Ling Qiu all the things he hides in the deepest part, and let him live with himself in regret and self-blame. inside.

Ling Qiu stared at Fu Tingxuan with red eyes, suddenly became agitated, and slapped Fu Tingxuan almost without thinking.

With a "slap one by one", urgently and fiercely, he pressed Fu Tingxuan on the sofa, and punched Fu Tingxuan in the face again and again.

Fu Tingxuan didn't move, didn't have the consciousness to hide, and let Ling Qiu beat him.

It hurts on the face, but it can't compare to the pain in the heart.

The pain in the body is numb once it hurts, but the pain in the heart will recur even if you think about it.

Ling Qiu was really scary, even Qin Muyang had never seen him with such a crazy expression, his hands were stained with blood and he refused to stop, as if he wanted to beat Fu Tingxuan to death here.

Qin Muyang was terrified when he saw it, and rushed over to hold his hand, "Stop beating, Ling Qiu."

Ling Qiu stopped abruptly, panting with his mouth open, his chest heaving up and down, he turned his head to look at Qin Muyang, his scarlet eyes became clearer.

"You let me go."

Qin Muyang clenched his wrist even harder: "Ling Qiu, do you want to beat him to death here?"

Ling Qiu raised the corners of his lips, and smiled maniacally: "I not only want to beat him to death, but I also want to beat you to death, you and Fu Tingxuan are not good people! You should die!

Qin Muyang's heart ached unbearably when he heard that, he frowned, imprisoned his body forcefully, and grabbed his wrist.

"He and I are damned, but it's not up to you to do it. Your hands are clean and are used for hugging, so they can't be dirty."

— This sentence made Ling Qiu quiet for an instant, and he limp on Qin Muyang's body.

Just when Qin Muyang thought he was going to cry, he insisted on not shedding a single tear.

He muttered in his mouth: "Why should cruelty be imposed on Xia Yang, why is it so unfair?"

In fact, it is fair, just like he kept hurting Ling Qiu back then, so now he wants to pay with his life.

Ling Qiu, do you know that my time is gone for a year?

Qin Muyang held Ling Qiu's left hand tightly, and the rings on their ring fingers slightly hurt Fu Tingxuan's eyes.