Forced to become his stand-in wife

Ling Qiu glanced at it and wanted to return it to him, but Qin Muyang grabbed his hand tightly.

"I don't want it." Ling Qiu was firm.

Qin Muyang didn't let go, but grabbed him even harder. The coolness in his palm spread to the back of his hand, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Qiuqiu, don't you hate me so much now?"

Ling Qiu didn't say anything, Qin Muyang took it as his acquiescence, and his heart was half sour and half happy.

Qin Muyang continued: "If you hate me, you can throw it away now, if you don't hate me, you can keep it, and when you miss me, you can take it out and have a look. I remember the old man said , this is a marriage stone, ours is a pair, we will keep it after death, and we can still be husband and wife in the next life."

Ling Qiu felt it was funny and angry, and in the next life, hasn't he tormented him in this life?

I thought so, but I didn't say it out. After all, Qin Muyang had just spent a day with him on his birthday, so it was too sad to say it out.

He held the stone in his hand, and slowly rubbed his thumb against the characters carved on it, a line of small characters Qin Muyang, and the back of the stone is a margin.

"How can there be a next life? The old man just lied to you, and that kind of scenic spot is designed to lie to people like you who are stupid and have a lot of money." Ling Qiu complained mercilessly.

Qin Muyang touched the back of his hand and let it go, "But I can only hope that in my next life, you will never forgive me for doing so many bad things to you in this life. I know all of this, so I hope that I will treat you well in my next life." a little."

Ling Qiu didn't pay attention to the sadness in his words, he was half joking: "Maybe you told me that in your previous life as well."

Qin Muyang: ""

Qin Muyang felt that his throat was a little congested, he pursed his dry lips, and then glanced down at the foot of the mountain.

"Qiuqiu, will you think of today in the future?" Qin Muyang paused for a moment, then repeated the specific point, "When there is no me."

"Should" Ling Qiu dragged out a long voice.

Just when Qin Muyang felt his heart was about to stop, he heard Ling Qiu faintly utter a word.

The voice was very small, but Qin Muyang could hear it clearly, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he just felt that the short seven months were worth it.

Qin Muyang lowered his head, tears fell down his face, it doesn't matter if he loves him or not, as long as Ling Qiu still remembers him.

When he found out that he couldn't live, all he wanted from beginning to end was that Ling Qiu still remember him, and that he could calmly say his name without him, not resentment.

"Qiuqiu, I'm really happy, really happy"

A man as cold as Qin Muyang actually cried out soundlessly, his voice choked with sobs, and at the end there was only convulsive snorting.

Ling Qiu stood next to him, silently watching him cry without speaking or comforting him, and after he cried enough, he said lightly: "Let's go home, it's getting late."

An hour has passed in this flash, and it is now almost 01:30 in the morning.

Qin Muyang called his assistant to carry him.

The assistant, who had been bitten by mosquitoes all night, had a bitter expression on his face, and squatted down sullenly, using himself as a messenger.

Qin Muyang is already light. It took half an hour to go up the mountain, but only 15 minutes to go down the mountain.

The assistant speeded up his feet all the way, thanks to his physical strength training, otherwise he would have to breathe out his heart and lungs this trip.

Sitting in the car, Ling Qiu who had been playing all day was a little sleepy, his head drooped, his long eyelashes drooping and trembling, making one couldn't help but want to reach out to touch them.It took two hours to go back, at four o'clock in the morning.

"Let's eat something first, and sleep late tomorrow." Qin Muyang suggested.

Yes, I'm still a little hungry at this point in bed, but it's troublesome to take the time to do it.

"Go take a shower and wait for me." After Qin Muyang finished speaking, he asked his assistant to push the wheelchair into the kitchen, and took cereal and milk from the shelf.

Put the milk in the pot and boil it slightly before adding the oatmeal. He had an irregular diet before, and that's how he managed to make do when he was busy until the middle of the night.

The faint milky fragrance wafts out with the heat, it looks a little ugly, but it actually tastes good.

After it was done, Qin Muyang winked and asked him to send it over.

"Mr. Ling, this is the milk and oatmeal that Boss Qin specially prepared for you. Go and rest after you eat it."

Ling Qiu had just come out of the bathroom, his face was still covered with small drops of water, his whole face was pale and flushed, he nodded, took a big mouthful, the rich milk fragrance slowly spread to the whole mouth.

Qin Muyang only cooked a small bowl. After all, he had to sleep, so he would be half full after eating.

He put the bowl in his hand on the table: "What about him?"

The assistant replied: "Mr. Ling, you can go to rest first, I will take care of Mr. Qin, and I will carry him up to sleep after wiping his body."

Ling Qiu nodded, no doubt about him.

After pouring down a bowl of warm oat milk, Ling Qiu felt extremely tired instantly, he couldn't help yawning, and stretched his sore eyes. "Then I'll go up and rest first."

"Ah."

Ling Qiu went upstairs to the bedroom, lay down on the bed and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

After 10 minutes, Qin Muyang asked his assistant to go up to see if Ling Qiu was asleep.

The assistant went up for a while and came down: "Boss Qin, Mr. Ling has already fallen asleep and slept very deeply, and there is no movement after calling a few times."

According to the past, it was impossible for Ling Qiu to fall asleep so quickly. It was Qin Muyang who added sleeping powder to the milk, so it should be no problem to sleep for twelve hours.

Qin Muyang decided to leave here today, he can't stay and let the old man dig Ling Qiu's heart.

"Push me upstairs and I'll take one last look at him."

"Ah."

The assistant pushed Qin Muyang to Ling Qiu's room and made him lean against Ling Qiu's bedside.

Today in July, with the windows open in the room, the cool natural wind blowing in is not too hot. Ling Qiu is wearing short-sleeved pajamas with a thin blanket on his chest. He sleeps soundly, with his mouth slightly open Small snoring.

Qin Muyang reached out to hold his left hand, and slowly rubbed the ring on his ring finger with his thumb.

"I'm very satisfied with being a husband and wife for six months. You were the one who ran away from me before, but this time it was me." Qin Muyang said in a hoarse voice, his gaze fixed on Ling Qiu's face like a thumbtack on, reluctant to move away.

His swarthy pupils are full of affection, he wants to remember Ling Qiu and engrave it in his bone marrow, if there is another life, he must recognize him at a glance and treat him well.

He put his feet on the ground, supported the wheelchair with his left hand and stood up staggeringly. The assistant subconsciously wanted to help him, but Qin Muyang stopped him by raising his hand.

Qin Muyang finally stood up, his whole body trembling like a newborn lamb.

Seeing that he was about to fall, he immediately supported the edge of the bed and sat down.

There was a bit of movement, but Ling Qiu, who fell into a deep sleep, would never wake up.

Sitting on the bed, he was much closer to Ling Qiu, he stroked Ling Qiu's hair, then traced his eyes, nose, mouth and chin along his forehead.

He was greedy for his whole person, and he couldn't bear to leave him at all, but he had to leave him.

He slowly leaned close to Ling Qiu's face, and finally put a kiss on his lips, without any thought, he touched it lightly and then let go.

Qin Muyang didn't get up immediately, but approached his left ear, choked up his voice, and said tremblingly: "I love you, I love you, I love you Qiu

Autumn I love you"

For him now, saying I love you ten thousand times is nothing compared to saying I don't want to leave you.

Tears trickled down at some point, along the corners of the eyes, mixed with Qin Muyang's bitter "I love you" and fell into Ling Qiu's ears.

Ling Qiu's fingertips trembled, no one noticed the slight movement, and he didn't wake up either.

"Boss Qin, we have to go. If we don't go, we will run out of time." The assistant said, glancing at his watch.

Qin Muyang closed his eyes in silence, he gently touched Ling Qiu's eyes, and finally said: "Qiuqiu, I'm leaving, you will never see me again, don't you think that you are very happy?" ?”

His heart was in great pain, and when Qin Muyang opened his eyes again, they were already red with pain.

He thought, in this life, the only one who can make him feel so pain is Ling Qiu.

Qin Muyang sat on the wheelchair again, and his assistant pushed him quickly out of the villa. When getting into the car, Qin Muyang looked back at his and Ling Qiu's home for the past six months.

From every plant and tree, to every piece of wooden floor, every piece of tile, furniture, decoration, goodbye

The assistant carried Qin Muyang into the car, then folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk.

The assistant sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator and drove the car quietly.

"Is everything arranged?" Qin Muyang asked.

"This route has been arranged, the old man should not be so easy to find us."

Regarding the matter of running away, the assistant planned it carefully, and he couldn't relax at all. Not to mention that there was a 100% possibility of escaping, but there was a [-]% to [-]% possibility anyway.

Furthermore, the doctor gave the results, once the drug was stopped, Qin Muyang's life would not last half a month.

Thinking that Qin Muyang was about to die, the assistant couldn't help but sighed sadly, facing the feeling for the first time, life is so fragile, it's gone in an instant.

Qin Muyang was also a little tired, his physical ailments had lowered his willpower, and his whole body was in so much pain that he wished he could close his eyes permanently now.

He leaned back in the chair, squinted his eyes and asked again: "Have you prepared the divorce papers?"

"It's been handed over to the housekeeper a long time ago, President Qin, don't worry." Qin Muyang had already asked about the divorce papers several times, and the assistant also knew that the most worrying thing about his departure was Ling Qiu's life after divorce.

"Okay." Qin Muyang responded faintly, his voice became weaker and weaker, and finally fell asleep with his head tilted.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the assistant was afraid that Qin Muyang would catch a cold, so he carefully parked the car on the side of the road, and put the blanket on the passenger seat on Qin Muyang.

Qin Muyang went to Yunnan, and he drove for five days and four nights just by car, traveling all the way, took a short break every day and continued driving.

The assistant specially hired a person, and the two of them drove alternately, and the body couldn't bear it like this.

He couldn't stand it even for a healthy person, let alone Qin Muyang. He kept taking medicine all the way, either taking medicine to relieve heart pain, or taking a lot of painkillers.