Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

Ever since they got married, they hadn't really met their parents once, and it was difficult for Song Jiqing himself to resolve the nervousness about facing the elders.

Waking up early in the morning, he rolled up his sleeves, preparing for a thorough cleaning.

The house is usually kept very clean, so he doesn't really have to worry about it.

But when you get busy, you can always forget some troubles.

Downstairs is busy upstairs.

When it was almost noon, he did not forget to change the water for the roses.

Cheng Mu made a dinner appointment with the client, so Song Jiqing was left alone at noon.

For himself, he planned to eat casually, he only cooked a bowl of noodles and fried a poached egg.

Then I slept for more than an hour in the afternoon, and woke up leaning on the sofa to watch a movie. I thought this day would be spent in such an ordinary way.

He was covered with a thin blanket, with his eyes half-closed, lazily watching the ending song of the movie, waiting for Cheng Mu to come home.

But along with the gradually darkening sky came, there was also a hasty phone ringing.

Song Jiqing was taken aback, took it easy, picked it up and picked it up.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, didn't you think about contacting your dad?" Song Kun's rough voice rang out on the phone, "Are you really going to be a white-eyed wolf?"

"You're not worthy." Song Jiqing squeezed the phone cover tightly.

"I'm alone at Qinglindong Station now," Song Kun lowered his voice, "I didn't bring anything with me. I really don't have any money. Can't I forgive Dad once? Take Dad to go home for the new year. After the New Year, I will just go."

Song Jiqing said: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."

"I have something else to do, hang up first."

"Wait!" Song Kun said urgently, "Ji Qing, do you still remember?"

"When you were young, you liked to eat candy. Dad would put a candy in his pocket every day when he came back from work. At that time, you were small and often out of reach, so you always grabbed my sleeve and said, 'Dad bent over, I can't take it. It’s time for sugar’, I still laughed at you for not being taller in the future, but I didn’t expect that you are already much taller than your father.”

Song Kun's tone changed, and there were good memories in his words. During that time, Song Jiqing was indeed living a very happy life. His mother was still there, and his father was not addicted to gambling.

When Song Kun talked about it, Song Jiqing's eyes couldn't help getting wet.

"Father knows, I've been sorry to you for so many years," Song Kun continued, "After this year, I promise to go far away and not disturb your life at all, okay?"

"Give Dad another chance. I haven't seen you for so long. I miss my son. As long as I see you doing well, I can rest assured..."

The timing of the emotional card was too good, knowing that this person was rotten to the core, and would not correct it easily no matter what, but in Song Kun's soft words and memories, Song Jiqing was still sadly soft-hearted.

Song Jiqing wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand in embarrassment, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, it's only Chinese New Year, and you will leave immediately after the Chinese New Year. I'm doing my mother a favor, not because of you."

"Okay, I know." Song Kun said impatiently, "Then I...tonight..."

Song Jiqing said: "Tonight is not enough, you should stay in a hotel first."

"Tsk," Song Kun said, "Okay, give me 1000 yuan, I don't have money to stay in a hotel."

The screen went off in front of his eyes, Song Jiqing lost his eyes in the darkness, turned off the light, put his phone aside, he just lay on his stomach, buried his face in his arms, motionless.

When Cheng Mu came back, the living room was pitch black, and the air was suffocatingly quiet.

He turned on the light and saw Song Jiqing at a glance.

So he walked slowly to the edge of the sofa and knelt down to look at him.

Song Jiqing buried his face, revealing a small piece of soft flesh on his side cheek, and the corner of his eye was red, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Cheng Mu leaned over and hugged Song Jiqing's back, resting his chin lightly on his head, and asked, "Unhappy?"

Song Jiqing didn't fall asleep all this time, Cheng Mu's chest was pressed against his back, it was very warm, Song Jiqing's nasal cavity was sour, and he said, "How do you know that?"

Cheng Mu smiled and said, "Guess."

"Tell me, okay?" Cheng Mu stroked Song Jiqing's hair.

Song Jiqing sniffed hard, and said, "Do you know why I wanted the 90?"

Cheng Mu said, "I don't know."

Song Jiqing said: "Because my dad, Song Kun, he gambled|

He owed a lot of money outside, and if he didn't pay the money back, his life would be threatened, so I had to"

Cheng Mu pressed Song Jiqing's lips, "Speak well, don't cry."

As soon as the words fell, a hot tear fell on the back of Cheng Mu's hand.

Song Jiqing's throat rolled with difficulty for a moment, and he said, "Well, let me talk about it."

"He wanted to come to our house to celebrate the New Year this year, and I agreed..." Song Jiqing said, "He said he would just stay for a few days and leave."

"Okay, it's okay." Cheng Mu said, "Just follow your own heart."

Song Jiqing nodded, "Then I'll pick him up tomorrow."

Cheng Mu said, "I'll go with you, it's convenient for me to drive."

Song Jiqing sat up slightly, hugged Cheng Mu's neck, and said, "Cheng Mu, aren't you easy to talk to?"

Cheng Mu smiled and said, "It's not necessarily true for others."

"At that time, please ask the hourly worker to come over, and then clean up the two rooms and come out."

Song Jiqing said, "Okay."

Cheng Mu looked at the remote control on the coffee table and asked, "Did you watch a movie today?"

"Ah."

"Does it look good?"

Song Jiqing said "it looks good".

"It's still early, do you want to pick another movie to watch?" Cheng Mu said.

Song Jiqing said, "Okay, what type do you want to watch?"

Cheng Mu was wearing a suit and looked very straight, but he opened his mouth and said, "How about comedy?"

Song Jiqing couldn't help smiling with red eyes, and said, "Why are you watching a comedy?"

"Because..." Cheng Mu raised his eyelids and stared into Song Jiqing's eyes without blinking, "Compared to this, I would rather see your tears of joyful laughter."

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感谢在2022-02-0320:57:46~2022-02-0423:29:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Changbai Mountain Divine Tree. 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 dead wood in spring;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Changbai Mountain Divine Tree. 10 bottles; Yi Yi Yi Yao 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!