Forced to become his stand-in wife

After escaping all the way, Ling Qiu suddenly felt dizzy. He sprayed the medicine and lay on the wooden bed wrapped in a thick down jacket. As soon as he closed his eyes, his brain shut down immediately, and he fell into a deep sleep like a coma.

Waking up again, Ling Qiu glanced at the watch by the bed, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

He got up quickly, thinking about making breakfast for Qin Muyang in the morning.

He got out of bed after putting on his clothes indiscriminately. When his feet hit the ground, he felt a sharp pain and woke up suddenly.

One by one, he had already left Qin Muyang.

The heart is empty, as if it can hold a lot of things, but it seems that it can't hold anything.

Ling Qiu sat on the bed in a daze, hugged his legs, and rested his head on his knees.

He had something on his mind and couldn't be at peace, his mind was full of Qin Muyang's figure.

He misses him, and his heart aches.

That uncontrollable longing seemed to destroy his sanity and stab his heart.

Ling Qiu clutched his throbbing heart and started to cry, he seemed to have lost something important, he was so sad that he couldn't breathe.

He didn't want to be in such pain, he wanted to forget about Qin Muyang.

When forgetting a person, you must first forget everything about him.

For example, you don’t have to get up at four or five o’clock to prepare breakfast for him, you don’t have to rack your brains to think about his preferences in order to cook him a meal, you don’t have to worry about him being angry and shivering, thinking about how he can forgive yourself, and you don’t have to feel that self-abasement.

Ling Qiu had something on his mind, he couldn't fall asleep after waking up, and opened his eyes to see the dawn.

He got up and went to the canteen downstairs to buy some bread, all of which were cheap and satisfying hunger. He only had more than 1000 scattered around him, and the monthly rent was [-]. The remaining few hundred were mainly considered what to eat.

Ling Qiu went upstairs with the bread in his arms, and sat on the wooden plank to eat dryly. While eating, he touched his stomach and said softly: "Baby, I'm sorry, I can only let you and Dad suffer together."

The baby in the belly is not moving yet, Ling Qiu strokes it lightly, with a warm smile on his face.

After eating, Ling Qiu went out to look for a job.

It is especially difficult to find a job in small towns. Most of the work that requires people is heavy work, moving things and carrying goods.

Ling Qiu's body is weak, and there is a baby in his stomach, so he can't do these heavy jobs at all.

Ling Qiu went to a nearby restaurant for an interview.

The boss saw that he was good-looking and honest, so he hired him as a waiter, cleaning the table and washing dishes for guests.

The salary is not high, but it is quite hard work.

Ling Qiu agreed immediately.

As the days passed, Ling Qiu's stomach underwent slight changes, the originally flat stomach was now slightly protruding.

The baby in the belly gradually became more energetic, picky eaters like Qin Muyang, throwing up whatever they ate.

I vomited up all the yogurt I ate at night, and the milky white vomit was covered with blood.

Ling Qiu clutched his heart, panting with his back against the cold wall, recently his heart hurt more and more, as if he was sick.

Sometimes the pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep at night, Ling Qiu would curl up with his eyes open, cover his abdomen for a while, grab the clothes at his heart for a while, his face was pale and cold sweat broke out.

He thought it must be because he was too nervous and tired.

When he went to work during the day, the boss saw that his face was not good, and asked him if he was sick.

Ling Qiu shook his head and said it was fine.

At noon, a guest came to dine, Ling Qiu was working swiftly to clear the table, and was pouring boiling water, a sudden sharp pain came from his heart, Ling Qiu let out a muffled snort, and the water glass fell from his hand with a "pop" sound , glass splashed.

Boiling water splashed onto his trousers, scalding his heart.