Forced to become his stand-in wife

Ling Qiu was exposed to the cold wind outside, and his body caught cold, and in the middle of the night, he developed a fever, holding him in his arms was like a small stove.

Qin Muyang felt that it was too hot to hug him, and just let go of his hand, the person lying in his arms sat up suddenly.

Qin Muyang was so frightened that he woke up completely. In the dark night, he saw Ling Qiu's thin figure crawling towards the bed, and he was about to fall. Qin Muyang grabbed his waist.

"What are you doing?"

Ling Qiu was in a daze from the fever, his whole face was flushed sickly, he covered his left ear, and looked at the window.

"Someone's there." He pointed with a finger.

Qin Muyang's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned on the light and looked over, the windows were tightly closed and there was nothing there.

Qin Muyang frowned: "What's wrong with you, who is there?"

Ling Qiu put down his hands covering his ears, struggling to crawl over.

Mouth yelling: "I heard the baby crying, he's right there, I'm going to hug him and put him to sleep"

Hearing these nonsense words in the middle of the night was weird, Qin Muyang frowned and dragged him over and forced him into the bed.

"If you don't have a child, you're dead, so why cry?"

Qin Muyang couldn't figure it out, Ling Qiu was still fine in the hospital, why he started pretending to be crazy as soon as he came back, and couldn't even sleep well.

Ling Qiu shook his head, staring straight out of the window with red eyes, and wanted to say that he heard the child crying, Qin Muyang was annoyed, and stretched out his hand to cover Ling Qiu's eyes.

With this touch, he was startled to realize that Ling Qiu's forehead was so hot.

"Qiuqiu, you have a fever."

Ling Qiu pushed him hard, and the top of his head hit Qin Muyang's chin with a bang.

Qin Muyang was talking, when he hit him, he almost "bited his tongue and killed himself".

Qin Muyang's heart was burning with anger as usual, he suppressed it with all his strength, thinking, Ling Qiu is crazy, if he would not dare to be so presumptuous on weekdays.

Thinking about it, he glanced down and saw the row of teeth marks Ling Qiu had left on him in the hospital on the back of his right hand.

Qin Muyang took a deep breath and circled the person under him, suppressing the opponent's struggle with ease.

"The child is gone, he's gone." Ling Qiu still stared out of the window in a daze, his pupils that were originally dark and shiny were now the same as the ink in the water.

In the same way, it scattered into a cloud of gray and couldn't pull back the focus.

Qin Muyang pressed him down with his hand, pressed it against Ling Qiu's hot forehead, and said into his left ear: "It doesn't matter if the child is gone, don't you still have me here?"

Ling Qiu only felt a burning pain in his eyes, he sniffled his nose, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and disappeared between his temples.

Finally calmed down, after a while, Ling Qiu hugged his stomach and screamed for pain, curled up like a rainbow, tears fell one by one, and Qin Muyang's clothes were wetted not long after.

As soon as Qin Muyang heard him cry of pain, his heart tightened and tightened.

Ling Qiu's hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his whole body was so weak that it would break if touched.

Qin Muyang stretched out his hand to stroke the wet hair on his forehead, he didn't know how hot Ling Qiu was, but it felt hot to the touch, and he hoped he wouldn't be burned stupid.

While holding Ling Qiu in his arms, Qin Muyang called the housekeeper and asked him to bring Dr. Zhang over.

After Dr. Zhang received the call, he rushed over at two o'clock in the morning and took out a thermometer to measure his temperature.

The body temperature is as high as 40 degrees, which is a high temperature.

Doctor Zhang couldn't help but frowned: "Why is the fever so severe? What did you do with him?"

Qin Muyang thought about it carefully, he didn't seem to have done anything today, he carried him into the bathtub to take a bath, and then went out for a walk.

Doctor Zhang asked, "How long have you been away tonight?"

"From eight o'clock to nine o'clock, nearly an hour."

"What clothes is he wearing?"

"I'm sympathetic."

"Young Master Qin, do you know what the temperature is tonight?" Dr. Zhang frowned, "It's less than 15 degrees, and it's so windy outside, you just let him wear short sleeves." Qin Muyang raised his eyebrows, disapproving The look: "What's the matter, don't I also have short sleeves? Why am I okay?"

Dr. Zhang had nothing to say. He took two deep breaths, suppressed his dryness, and said earnestly: "Is his body comparable to yours? Also, he is still in confinement, and the wound is not healed. You What are you doing holding him in the shower? Wound infection and high fever, aren't you playing with his life?"

Qin Muyang was stunned, frowned and said: "He stinks, can't he take a bath?"

Dr. Zhang has recently been annoyed by a straight man with cancer. He doesn't even understand basic common sense, and he doesn't know how he lived to such an age.

Ling Qiu sleeps curled up on the bed, looks like he is asleep, but whenever he touches him, he shakes like a sieve.

The blushing face didn't come down a bit, and the bitten lips were slightly parted, exhaling hot air, one didn't need to touch it to know that he was extremely hot.

"It's definitely not good to take medicine like this, you have to get an injection."

Dr. Zhang opened the medicine box and took out the needle. The dangling needle looked strange.

"Young Master Qin, you pick him up and hold him down, and take off his pants."

Only then did Qin Muyang realize that the needle was stuck in his butt.

Ling Qiu's butt looks good, it's upturned and round, even though his whole body is skinny to the bone, there are still two pieces of flesh here.

Qin Muyang is very possessive, and he is not willing to show Ling Qiu's butt for outsiders to see.

But the doctor wanted an injection and he couldn't stop Ling Qiulu.

Qin Muyang reluctantly picked Ling Qiu up from the bed, Ling Qiu struggled fiercely in his arms.

Ling Qiu touched his chest with his elbow, and Qin Muyang was hit several times, feeling a little dull.

He pressed Ling Qiu under him, and easily took off his pajama pants: "Tie it up, hurry up."

Dr. Zhang was fearless in the face of danger, wiped the cotton with alcohol, stuck the needle firmly and pushed it, and then pressed it with the cotton.

The movements were quick and light, even so, the tender white buttocks were still bruised, and there was an obvious pinhole.

Ling Qiu suffered from pain, and cried out in a miserable hoarse voice: "It hurts so much."

The two legs shook so badly that they kicked Qin Muyang's ankle, causing pain to the core.

Qin Muyang took a deep breath, his face was so smelly, he raised his hand and slapped his ass.

"It's not honest after the injection, what do you think?"

This slap happened to hit the injection site, and Ling Qiu burst into tears from the pain, feeling as if the pain in his whole body was endless.

Doctor Zhang couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help persuading him: "Young Master Qin, he's covered in wounds all over, can't you be gentler to him? And the slap you just hit just hit the spot where I just had the needle. "

Qin Muyang's complexion changed, seeing Ling Qiu crying silently with red eyes, he felt a little distressed.

"I'm sorry Qiuqiu, I didn't do it on purpose. Does it hurt? If it hurts, I'll rub it for you." As he said that, he kneaded Ling Qiu's butt, like kneading dough.Doctor Zhang's face is dark, he really doesn't take people seriously.

He couldn't bear it, and couldn't say anything more, after all, it was his family's business.

After leaving the medicine and writing a note, he left with the box.

Not long after Ling Qiu got the injection, he fell asleep in Qin Muyang's arms.

Qin Muyang was also sleepy and turned off the light, hugging someone to sleep in the dark night.

In the second half of the night, Ling Qiu didn't sleep well all the time, he would sniff his nose and call out An Bao twice, and would call Mu Yang in a crying voice.

The whole person was in a daze, as if caught in painful memories.

Early the next morning, the servant finished breakfast and went upstairs to call Qin Muyang.

Qin Muyang woke up, but Ling Qiu was still lying down, he reached out and touched his forehead, the temperature had already dropped.

It shouldn't be a big problem to take some medicine after breakfast.

Qin Muyang shook him awake, Ling Qiu curled up on the bed and raised his heavy eyelids to look at him, looking at Qin Muyang dimly.

"Get up and go downstairs for breakfast."

Ling Qiu "Mmm." He propped up his aching body and changed his clothes.

Qin Muyang looked at his back and asked, "Qiuqiu, do you still remember what happened last night?"

Ling Qiu's body stiffened, he shook his head.

Qin Muyang thought to himself, it seems that he is really burnt out.

After breakfast in the morning, the phone rang in the living room.

The butler stepped forward to pick it up, said "yes" a few times, and turned to Qin Muyang.

"Young Master Qin, it's the old man calling."

Qin Muyang raised his eyebrows, without much expression on his face: "Take it here."

The housekeeper took the phone over, and Qin Muyang held it to his ear: "Grandpa, what's the matter with calling me so early?"

"You bastard, can't I call you if I have nothing to do?" The voice on the phone was full of anger, and it could be heard that the old man was in good health recently.

"No, you can call me at any time if you want me. If you can't reach my home phone, you can call my mobile phone. If my mobile phone can't be reached, you can still find Ling Qiu." Where is Ling Qiu?"

Ling Qiu was sitting next to Qin Muyang, and the voice of old master Qin on the phone could be clearly heard in his ears.

There was some pantothenic acid in him.

Qin Muyang said: "It's by my side."

"Give him the phone, and I'll have a word with him."

Ling Qiu took the phone with both hands, put it on his left ear, and called softly: "Grandpa."

"Hey!" Old Master Qin, who was cursing loudly just now, changed his attitude 360 ​​degrees after hearing Ling Qiu's voice.

"Qiuqiu, how are you doing recently?"

In fact, he was not doing well, very badly. He wanted to commit suicide many times, but he didn't dare to tell Mr. Qin for fear that he would worry.

"Grandpa, I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

"I heard your voice is a little hoarse, are you sick?"

Ling Qiu replied: "I have a slight cold, just rest for two days and it will be fine."

"That's good, if that brat Mu Yang bullies you, you have to tell me, I'll make him come back and kneel on the washboard." After saying that, Mr. Qin couldn't help but sighed, "You're too old Be good, don’t want to say anything.”

Ling Qiu's nose became more and more sour, and even his eyes were blurred. He sniffled and choked up, saying: "Grandpa, just take care of your body, don't worry about me."

Mr. Qin said: "Qiuqiu, if Mu Yang has done something wrong, just tell me that I will teach him a lesson, and don't get angry with him, just take it easy, Grandpa is an old bone, that's it I just hope you can live a good life in this life, you know?"