Forced to become his stand-in wife

"Ling Qiu, are you sick of buying this kind of thing?" Qin Muyang looked disgusted, and threw the plush dog in his hand outside the door like throwing garbage.

Ling Qiu looked at the fluffy dog ​​that rolled in front of him, his drooping eyelashes fluttered a few times, then he picked it up silently, and patted the dust on it.

Qin Muyang doesn't like Ling Qiu's virtue, just like Ling Qiu doesn't listen to him.

"Take it out and throw it away, it's disgusting to look at!"

Ling Qiu gasped for breath, and the hand holding the stuffed dog trembled a little. After half the payment, he raised his head and looked straight at Qin Muyang, his dark eyes were a little misty.

"It's my stuff, I won't throw it away."

This was the first time he resolutely refuted Qin Muyang's words. After he finished speaking, his heart ached even more, as if thousands of needles were pricking him, so painful that he couldn't help but tighten his brows.

Qin Muyang narrowed his eyes with a cold expression, but Ling Qiu acted as if he didn't feel it, and took the thing into the bedroom and put it on the bedside table.

Qin Muyang suddenly became angry, this Ling Qiu dared to compete with him?

He grabbed Ling Qiu who was about to leave with one hand and pushed him down on the bed, took off his pants and started to fuck.

People like Ling Qiu are non-violent and non-cooperative, wanting to suffer.

"You really need to clean up."

Ling Qiu didn't refuse and even took the initiative to open his legs. He bit the quilt under him, his face turned pale, he just didn't open his mouth to cry out the pain, and he didn't even make a sound.

For a moment, Qin Muyang thought that Ling Qiu was dumb, and he was very annoyed, but the more annoyed Ling Qiu became, the more silent he became, which made him lose his emotions all of a sudden.

He stared at Ling Qiu for a while, but Ling Qiu still looked half dead.

Qin Muyang's throat choked, and his teeth chattered with anger: "I like dogs so much, do you want to go into the dog cage again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Qiu's expression finally changed slightly.

"Muyang, have you ever thought about respecting me?" He is a human being, just because he loves him, is devoted to him, and has his heart and soul, so does he not regard himself as a human being?

After hearing what he said, Qin Muyang smiled, the corners of his mouth were slightly careless and mocking.

He didn't speak, but Ling Qiu clearly understood the meaning from his eyes.

——What are you?

Asking such a question is simply asking for humiliation, Ling Qiu blinked his dry eyes.

He didn't eat breakfast, and now his stomach suddenly hurt, Ling Qiu gritted his teeth to bear it, and after Qin Muyang finished, he picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, then reached out and took the plush dog on the bedside table.

"Where are you going?" Qin Muyang lay on the bed and stared at him.

Ling Qiu's voice was hoarse: "I hid the dog in a place where you can't see it, so that you won't be upset."

Qin Muyang's eyes turned cold, but he didn't say anything to refute. He turned over and lay on his side, watching Ling Qiu limping away.

Ling Qiu left after finishing, leaving Qin Muyang lying on the bed bored in every possible way, with a mess around him.

Qin Muyang used to recognize the bed very much, but now he doesn't dislike it anymore. There is nothing wrong with Ling Qiu's room, except that the bed under him is soft and comfortable. This is very similar to Ling Qiu's. Pressed goods.

Qin Muyang propped himself up, and just as he was about to lean back with a pillow, he touched a hard object in his hand.

Qin Muyang frowned, opened the pillowcase, and a bank card appeared in his vision.

He took it out to have a look, he knew how many of Ling Qiu's cards belonged to which bank, but this one obviously didn't belong to him, remembering what happened to Ling Qiu recently.

Qin Muyang frowned, took a picture of the bank card number with his mobile phone and sent it to Xie Zixin.

"Help me find out who owns this card. The information must be complete. Also, let's see how much money is in it."

It took 10 minutes for Xie Zixin to reply.

"It's such a simple matter, don't you know to check it yourself?"

"Anyway, you are idle at home, why don't you help me with something?"

These words were so straightforward that Xie Zixin was instantly speechless.

Qin Muyang looked at the expression sent by the other party on the screen and knew that he agreed.

Qin Muyang put down his phone, put the card back into the pillow case, and fell into deep thought.

This bank card, the first thing that popped into his mind was Su Jiangbai, but after thinking about it, it was impossible, after all, he had warned Ling Qiu that he would not dare to disobey his own words if he lent him 1 courage.

Then this card was re-applied behind his back?

Qin Muyang didn't want to take the initiative to ask Ling Qiu, and didn't know if it was because of his psychology, so he wanted to investigate by himself, and personally find out Ling Qiu's shameful things.

Ling Qiu packed the plush dog in a bag, and after making sure that it wouldn't get dirty, he put it in the utility room to hide.

The utility room hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and it was filled with a faint musty smell. Ling Qiu smelled that smell, and felt sick to his stomach, he wanted to vomit.

Coming out in a hurry, Ling Qiu went to the nearest bathroom, opened the toilet seat and vomited sporadically.

I didn't eat breakfast, so all I spit out now is water. After spitting out the water, there is a little yellow acid water, which burns my throat and eyes.

Ling Qiu's waist and abdomen felt sore, he clutched his stomach tightly, his legs became weak from the pain, and he squatted down and leaned against the toilet involuntarily.

Looking at the vomit inside, Ling Qiu thought: Could it be that he has a stomach problem from starvation?

He already had enough ailments, if there was another stomach ailment, he would not be able to go to the doctor even if he tried his best.

Ling Qiu didn't dare to think about it anymore. After flushing the toilet, he walked out staggeringly. He poured a glass of boiling water and sat on the sofa, clutching the glass to warm his stomach and relieve the discomfort in his stomach.

At ten o'clock, Ling Qiu put on his apron and went into the kitchen to start making lunch. Lunch is usually at twelve o'clock, but today it was half an hour earlier.

When I went upstairs to ask Qin Muyang to have lunch, Qin Muyang was still sleeping on his bed, Ling Qiu felt a little strange, normally Qin Muyang would be so disgusted that he wouldn't even look at him, but today he took the initiative to enter his room and slept in his bed.

"Mu Yang, it's time to eat."

Qin Muyang glanced at him coldly, and found that Ling Qiu's complexion was even worse than before.

He turned over and got off the bed, walking in front of Ling Qiu, when he went down the stairs, he clearly felt the footsteps behind him were not right, one light and one heavy, he couldn't help but look back.

It was found that Ling Qiu was bowing, covering his belly with one hand and holding onto the escalator with the other, and limping down the escalator. This posture did not look like an 18-year-old boy at all, but rather like an 80-year-old sickly old man.

His heart twitched suddenly, he turned his head and went straight to the restaurant to sit down and start eating.

Ling Qiu was still standing in an inconspicuous corner as usual, with his upper body curled up slightly, his hands clenched into fists, enduring the convulsions in his stomach and the nausea.

The feeling of holding back was very uncomfortable, Ling Qiu's eyes turned red and he also broke out in a cold sweat.