Forced to become his stand-in wife

Qin Muyang had had enough tossing around, and he also lay down. The water in the bathtub overflowed, and the tiles were covered with water.

After Qin Muyang finished washing, he picked up Ling Qiu and pressed him on the bed.

"Doesn't it feel better to take a shower?"

Ling Qiu's face was originally pale, but now after being soaked in hot water, his whole body became sculpted, and he looked very hungry.

He leaned over and kissed Ling Qiu's mouth, and then sniffed his neck, "You can stink to death if you don't take a shower for more than ten days in the hospital."

Qin Muyang's tone was disgusting, but Ling Qiu understood that Qin Muyang disliked him for being dirty.

Ling Qiu's body can't be used yet, but it's okay to touch it casually, along the smooth and thin back, all the way to the sunken abdomen.

The flat circle of the abdomen is not as comfortable to touch as it was during pregnancy, and the wound can be felt when you touch it down.

The wound wetted by water was sticky, Qin Muyang lowered his head and took a look. After the wound was soaked in hot water, it turned red and looked like it was inflamed.

Qin Muyang was taken aback for a moment, then he remembered that Ling Qiu's body was wounded and he couldn't get wet.

But he doesn't take a bath, and his body smells too bad, so he really doesn't have any interest in holding it at night.

Qin Muyang turned over and went to find the medical box.

As soon as the person on his back left, Ling Qiu stood up with difficulty, got out of bed to pick up the sweater on the floor, and continued to knit.

He didn't feel ashamed when he was naked and without clothes, because his shame had been tortured by Qin Muyang little by little.

After Qin Muyang found the medicine box and returned to his room, he found that the little wimp was squatting in the corner again, wearing wool in his hand.

Why hasn't this thing been thrown away yet?

Qin Muyang walked over and grabbed the needle and thread in his hand and threw it on the ground. The needle made a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

"It's so dirty, if you still knit without a child, who should you be?"

Ling Qiu's body trembled, his eyes turned red immediately, he raised his head to search Qin Muyang's ugly face to no avail, then lowered his eyes to look at his hand, and wanted to pick up the needle and thread again.

As soon as the whitened fingertips touched, Qin Muyang stepped on it and kicked the sweater to the trash can.

"Get up, I'll put medicine on you."

Ling Qiu was very disobedient, kneeling on his stomach and trying to pick it up again, Qin Muyang directly grabbed him by the shoulders and carried him to the bed.

Ling Qiu was like a frightened old rabbit. As soon as he got on the bed, he struggled and rolled to the ground, his back bumped against the bedside table behind him with a "bang!", just by hearing the sound, he could tell that the hit was serious.

"Qiuqiu, does it hurt?" Qin Muyang anxiously wanted to turn over his body to check his back.

When I saw it, it really turned red, and even slightly scratched the skin, which looked pitiful.

"Why are you so disobedient?" Qin Muyang said, "Your health is not good, but now you have a new injury, does it hurt?"

Due to physiological effects, Ling Qiu blinked his eyes, a tear overflowed from the corner of his eyes, and his body was also trembling.

"I don't hurt." He said it didn't hurt, but tears fell down hard. Under the dim light, his thin face looked so transparent and weakened, as if it was slowly disappearing.

Qin Muyang reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked in a low and warm voice, "Then why are you crying?"

"I think the child is not by my side, it will be cold without clothes, I want to knit some clothes for him." Ling Qiu almost desperately clung to Qin Muyang's

arm, "I've already lost my baby, please let me knit more clothes for him"

"No." The doctor told him that it's best not to bring up the child in front of Ling Qiu, and don't let him see anything about the child. It would be too irritating to him, and it would be difficult for him to come out.

"The child is already dead, and dead people don't feel the cold, so don't do these useless things." After Qin Muyang finished speaking, he felt that what he said was too impersonal.

He stroked Ling Qiu's hair: "Qiuqiu, forget about the child, let's start over."

restart?from where?Before or after pregnancy?

Ling Qiu didn't understand, and didn't want to ask, Qin Muyang lied to him so badly this time, he didn't dare to trust him anymore.

Qin Muyang didn't know what Ling Qiu was thinking, but he could still feel that Ling Qiu had changed, that he didn't like to listen to his words very much, and would rather be so heartbroken that he vomited blood than resist him.

This made him a little irritable. He was not in good health. If he continues to toss like this, when will his body recover.

Before killing the child, he was thinking that Ling Qiu loves him so much, so if the child is gone, he might just coax him casually, but he didn't expect that he would cry and make trouble, and even jump off the building and go on hunger strike.

It was not easy to coax back some will to survive, but now he is stubborn and not in good spirits.

Qin Muyang dragged Ling Qiu to the bed and hugged him in his arms, then wiped his wound with some medicine.

The wound opened slightly, revealing the newly grown flesh under the scab. The potion was irritating, and as soon as it was sprayed, Ling Qiu's body trembled violently.

While feeling distressed, Qin Muyang found it interesting, and sprayed some more on the wound, Ling Qiu's emaciated body shrank into his arms forcefully, shaking even more violently.Ling Qiu was afraid of pain but could bear it, so he bit his lips when he couldn't bear it anymore. After Qin Muyang sprayed the medicine and wrapped it in gauze, the corners of Ling Qiu's mouth were bleeding.

Qin Muyang pinched his chin and looked at him, his dark eyes were bottomless.

"Tsk, your mouth is broken. Do you want to turn into a rabbit? Bite into a three-petal mouth." Qin Muyang joked.

He looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, thinking about whether to put some medicine on Ling Qiu's mouth, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

I'm going to have dinner later, I guess the medicine has all gone into my mouth, and it's useless to wipe it off.

Qin Muyang narrowed his eyes, put his arms around Ling Qiu's waist and sucked his mouth vigorously, his mouth smelled of blood, and the tyranny in his heart was slightly provoked.The originally slightly painful wound on the mouth was now numb and swollen from being sucked by Qin Muyang.

Ling Qiu's breathing was already weak, but now he felt a pain of suffocation, the lung in his chest felt like it was about to burst.

Ling Qiu started to twist, Qin Muyang pressed his knees on his two legs, and comforted him verbally: "The saliva is disinfected, just kiss it a few more times."

Said and exposed two more.

After the kiss was over, it was already getting dark, and the housekeeper's voice came from outside the door.

"Young Master Qin, dinner is ready."

"Okay, got it."

The butler stopped at the door and heard the unbearable voice inside, and understood it all at once.

He shook his head, he didn't know that Ling Qiu could be tossed by the young master for a few days, this person was almost skinny without knowing it.

Mr. Qin's ability to push the Qin family to the top was inseparable from his personality. After a long time in the mall, he was naturally attached to tyranny in his bones.

His son Qin Zhengnan didn't inherit it, and his grandson Qin Muyang inherited it in half and a lot.

It's no wonder that Mr. Qin is optimistic about Qin Muyang.

For this heir, Mr. Qin has spent a lot of effort, and he did not hesitate to spend five years looking for a "useful" granddaughter-in-law to take care of him.

The butler shuddered, and didn't even dare to think about it.

The butler quietly went downstairs, went out of the living room and contacted the old man outside the door.

Qin Muyang brought the clothes, put on Ling Qiu's clothes himself, put on the clothes neatly, and took Ling Qiu downstairs for dinner.

His lips were very sore, and he could hardly touch food that was too hot. Ling Qiu had no appetite, and now he couldn't eat any more. Under Qin Muyang's warning eyes, he forced himself to take two mouthfuls of food.

After eating, Qin Muyang asked the servant to tidy up the upstairs. There should be no children's things in the house, and all wool and yarn should be thrown out.

After giving the order, Qin Muyang took Ling Qiu's hand, "Let's go out for a walk, they must have finished packing when we come back, if you can't see those things, you will gradually forget them, and you won't be so sad .”

He spoke very calmly, obviously his eyes were full of Ling Qiu, but he just couldn't see Ling Qiu's painful eyes.

Qin Muyang was cruel and didn't leave him with a single thought.

Qin Muyang asked the servant to lead down the dog locked upstairs.

The Samoyed jumped down from upstairs happily, because of the moulting season, the white fluffy fur on his body fell off a lot, and he looked smaller than when he came back.

Qin Muyang took the leash and handed it to Ling Qiu: "Let's hold it."

The Samoyed is very obedient, and when he is holding it, he will not rush forward with force, so he obediently walks beside Ling Qiu, and sometimes stops to look back at him when he sees that Ling Qiu won't leave.

At night, the wind outside was very strong, and it felt cool on the body, Qin Muyang didn't feel anything when he was in good health, but Ling Qiu's body couldn't resist it.

After walking for a long time, he felt a little dizzy, and Ling Qiu didn't say that he just led the dog and walked forward, sniffling occasionally.

From dusk to dark, the street lights were slowly turned on, and there were more and more people walking around.

At first, Qin Muyang would lead Ling Qiu to walk together, but when he saw that there were too many people, he naturally let go of him.

Ling Qiu's dark pupils stared at Qin Muyang's hand, and his eyelashes trembled.

With Qin Muyang, he has always been a "thing" that can't be taken out, something that can't be put on the table.

Since you think he is ashamed, why not throw him away?Let him fend for himself outside?

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing Ling Qiu's hair, whimpering in his ears, as if someone was whimpering.

Ling Qiu was so cold that his hands and feet were cold, his spine ached, and even his toes started to feel a little stiff.

Qin Muyang didn't know how many laps he walked before he said, "Go back, it's quite cold outside."

After arriving at the door of the house, Qin Muyang wanted to hold Ling Qiu's hand again, but Ling Qiu dodged, but did not dodge, his cold little hand was tightly held in his hand.Only then did Qin Muyang notice that Ling Qiu's hands were as cold as ice, and with the help of the dim street lamp, he looked at Ling Qiu's face.

Very pale, but no different from these days.

"Why are your hands as cold as ice, go back and wash your face early and go to sleep, don't catch a cold."

After returning home and handing the dog over to the servant, Qin Muyang took Ling Qiu back to the room to sleep, just like before, with his arms around his waist, his chin resting on the top of his head, hugging him tightly.

The man in his arms was very thin, no matter how tightly he hugged him, his arms were still empty, as if he would disappear if he relaxed.