Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

Qinglin East Station.

The weather was not very good that day, and there was a pale daylight falling overcastly. Song Kun squatted on the steps of the station entrance, with a huge cloth bag on his body. It was cold, but he was not dressed well. Thick, from time to time withdrew his hand to his mouth and exhaled.

Song Jiqing saw him at a glance, his hand was already on the handlebar, but he didn't open the door for a long time, Cheng Mu said, "It's okay, I'll go with you."

Song Jiqing nodded, opened the door and got out of the car.

On the way home, Song Kun never stopped praising Cheng Mu. Song Jiqing hung his head and said nothing, his eardrums tingling.

"Where do I live?" Song Kun stepped into the living room without changing his shoes, looking around, "Such a big house must cost a lot of money."

Cheng Mu nodded and said, "The room has been cleaned, I'll take you there."

Song Kun smiled wrinkled his face, and said: "Okay, okay, Cheng Mu, you are caring, unlike my son, it's really useless. When I see my father coming, I still have a stiff face. I don't know who I learned from it." of."

Song Jiqing gritted his teeth and remained silent. When Song Kun entered the room, the whirring air finally calmed down. Song Jiqing took a deep breath, and went to get the mop without saying a word, and wiped away the footprints just now.

It's going crazy.

Song Jiqing had already begun to regret agreeing to Song Kun's request. After so many years, he could bear Song Kun for a while.

But Cheng Mu, and Cheng Mu's parents, they are all educated and reasonable people, can they?

Song Kun is a rascal.

If you keep him here, you don't know what extraordinary things you will do.

When Cheng Mu entered the study, Song Jiqing went to Song Kun and said, "Cheng Mu's parents will be back tomorrow."

Song Kun flicked the cigarette ash all over the floor, and asked nonchalantly, "So."

"So, you'd better leave tomorrow morning." Song Jiqing said cruelly.

"What's the matter, I can't stay at my son's house anymore?" Song Kun stood up suddenly, his voice became rough.

"Am I your son?" Song Jiqing asked back, "It's fine if you weren't around when my mother passed away, and you took all my money for college. Other than these crap things in your life, you just want money, and you still When did you think of your son!"

At the end, Song Jiqing almost roared out.

Song Kun was stunned by the yelling for a while, and it took him a while to recover, his voice was not so confident, "Let's go, I'm still afraid of you."

"But you have to let me stay here for a day before leaving, old father, I have traveled so far to see you, how hard it is."

Song Jiqing said: "From now on, I will give you 3000 yuan a month for living expenses, so you can stay in your hometown and stop gambling."

Song Kun frowned: "3000 yuan is too little"

Song Jiqing interrupted him: "Have another bargain, two thousand."

Song Kun hurriedly said: "Go, go, go, three thousand is three thousand."

Song Jiqing said, "My monthly salary is only a few thousand yuan."

Song Kun took a puff of cigarette and exhaled white smoke, "Didn't you marry a rich husband, and you still worry about having no money to spend."

Song Jiqing felt that he was playing the piano against the cow, "People don't necessarily get together because of money. People like you will never understand."

Lying on the bed at night, Song Jiqing tossed and turned, scratching like a cat in his heart, unable to fall asleep, Cheng Mu raised his arms to hug him, and pulled him into his arms, "Ji Qing, why don't you go to sleep?"

Song Jiqing's hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't feel the heat, "Did it bother you?"

Cheng Mu took his hand and rubbed it, and asked, "Still thinking about your father?"

"Well," Song Jiqing lowered his eyelashes, "If one day he comes to ask you for money, you must never give it."

Cheng Mu said, "Okay, I won't give it."

Song Jiqing moved, and couldn't help asking: "Cheng Mu, your parents...would you like someone like me?"

"Ji Qing," Cheng Mu held his face, "it doesn't matter whether they like it or not, you are marrying me."

Song Jiqing didn't ask any further questions, but just nodded.

Finally fell asleep, in a daze, but heard a sound, as if someone knocked over something.

But it was raining heavily at the time, and the overwhelming rain was splashing down, which quickly covered up the sound.

Song Kun patted his chest in shock, "Fortunately I didn't hear it."

"My dear son, your father stole this once. The Cheng family has so many valuable things. It's okay for me to take some of them. As long as I get the money, I promise I won't bother you again." Song Kun thought in his heart.

He rummaged through the study for a while with a flashlight. They were all materials and documents, but he couldn't open the safe.

Just as he was about to search in other rooms, the things at hand fell down, and a piece of paper sandwiched in the inner file fell out.

The four bold characters on the paper immediately caught his attention.

[marriage agreement]

After eating in the morning, Song Kun really started to pack his luggage honestly, without saying a word.

But when it was time to go out, Song Kun started complaining about his stomachache and insisted on waiting until the afternoon before leaving.

Cheng Qihong called at one o'clock in the afternoon, saying that they had just got off the plane and Cheng Mu didn't need to pick them up, they would be home soon.

Song Kun lay on the sofa all morning, and only started to move when he heard Cheng Mu's phone call.

Song Kun dragged Song Jiqing to the balcony and asked, "Cheng Mu married you for a reason, right?"

Song Jiqing didn't want to discuss Cheng Mu's matter with him, "It doesn't matter what the reason is."

"Heh," Song Kun laughed, "I read your shitty marriage agreement."

"If you want me to keep it a secret, it's not impossible."

"How do you know?" Song Jiqing felt that a string in his brain was broken, he rushed to Song Kun in a few steps, and said angrily, "Did you turn things over?"

"It was you last night, right?"

Song Kun didn't feel guilty at all, "Give me another 50, and I'll pretend I haven't seen it."

"Otherwise, I'll tell Cheng Mu's parents that if they know that you've got a fake marriage, you won't be able to stay in Cheng's house any longer, and you won't be able to live a good life."

Song Jiqing couldn't believe it, the man standing in front of him now, threatening him over and over again, was his biological father.

He shook his voice and said word by word: "You don't even want to get a penny."

The two were confronting each other, when the glass door of the terrace was pushed open, Cheng Mu came over, stood next to Song Jiqing, and said to Song Kun, "The agreement is between Ji Qing and I, so don't worry about it."

It was rare for Cheng Mu to turn cold. "And there is one thing you need to understand. Song Jiqing is my lover now. If you continue to speak ill of him like this, don't blame me for being rude to you."

In front of Cheng Mu, Song Kun was obviously a little more frightened, and said firmly, "He is my son, so I can say whatever I want."

Song Jiqing was so angry that he couldn't speak, and pointed at Song Kun with shaking hands for a long time, "Can you get out..."

Song Kun raised his eyebrows, and raised one hand to slap Song Jiqing, "You're fucking talented."

Cheng Mu stopped his hand halfway, Song Kun's wrist was almost crushed, and he screamed: "Ah, let go!"

Cheng Mu shook his hand coldly, and said, "For Ji Qing's sake, I respect you, but if you continue like this, don't blame me for being rude."

Song Kun spat hard, ignored his face, and said directly: "Shameless thing, who cares about your waste money."

The mountain finally collapsed.

Song Kun was kicked out, and Cheng Qihong and the others arrived.

The relationship between Cheng Mu and his parents is more polite and polite, and the familiarity between relatives is almost invisible.

But even so, it was enough for Song Jiqing to be envious.

"You are Song Jiqing, right?" Yang Nianci had a gentle face, and when he smiled, he could see the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, "The child is so beautiful."

Song Jiqing took a step forward, his eyes were still a little red, he called out after deliberation, "Mom."

Yang Nianci repeated "Hey" several times, and said with a smile, "Ji Qing, I brought presents for both of you, do you want to see it?"

Cheng Mu's expression was cold, "Let it go."

Yang Nianci paused, Song Jiqing hurriedly replied, "I'll go and have a look."

Relatively speaking, Cheng Qihong has a more serious face, similar to Cheng Mu in appearance, belonging to the serious class.

After saying hello, Cheng Qihong and Cheng Mu talked about the company's affairs.

Although Cheng Mu kept a cold face the whole time, he didn't show any rejection.

Song Jiqing followed Yang Nianci into the room to look at the presents.

Yang Nianci looked back at him from time to time, then smiled lightly.

"I don't know what you guys like, so I just bought something casually, be careful, Ji Qing, don't be disgusted." Yang Nianci said.

Song Jiqing hurriedly said, "No, no."

"It's cold in winter, I was thinking of buying some wool, and then weaved you a scarf." Yang Nianci picked up the bag, "Do you still like this pattern?"

Song Jiqing picked up the scarf, it was very soft, especially if it was hand-woven, so it was even more valuable. He suppressed all the emotions in his eyes, looked up at Yang Nianci, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mom."

Yang Nianci smiled and said, "We're all a family, so you're welcome."

Song Jiqing touched the scarf, smiled and nodded.

Yang Nianci was silent for a while, and hesitantly took out another box, "Ji Qing, you have been with Cheng Mu for a long time, you should get to know him better, do you think he will like this?"

Yang Nianci opened the box, and inside was a silver wristwatch, which was very low-key but yet extravagant. Song Jiqing felt that it fit Cheng Mu's temperament at first sight.

Song Jiqing said, "Cheng Mu will like it."

Yang Nianci happily closed the box, "That's good, that's good."

It can be seen that Yang Nianci still cares about Cheng Mu.

In the evening, although the atmosphere at home was not too lively, it was still enjoyable.

Yang Nianci prepared a large table of dishes and said, "Cheng Mu, quickly try it, it's all your favorite food."

Cheng Mu nodded without saying anything, and put a chopstick of braised pork into Song Jiqing's bowl.

Seeing that Yang Nianci's smile faded, Song Jiqing took a bite of the braised pork and said quickly, "It's delicious."

On the night of New Year's Eve, Cheng Qihong and Yang Nianci were too old to stay up late, so they went to their rooms to rest first.

There was a heavy rain last night, and the outside yard was still very humid. When the wind blew, a line of water droplets fell from the leaves.

Song Jiqing stood quietly under the eaves, looking at the dark distance, and after an unknown amount of time, someone grabbed the tightly clenched hand by his side.

Cheng Mu squeezed his fingers, gently rubbed them away, and said, "Would you like to lend me my shoulder to lean on?"

Song Jiqing leaned over and said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

In the dark, Song Jiqing was very relaxed, relying on Cheng Mu with all his heart, his cheek pressed against Cheng Mu's shoulder, and spoke to him slowly: "I'm so sad..."

Cheng Mu said, "I know."

"Today is New Year's Eve, but I drove him away..." Song Jiqing was still brooding. He hated Song Kun very much, but he couldn't bear him to suffer too much.

The chaotic thoughts were like a fishing net, tightly entangled his whole body, and the knots tightened little by little, making him breathless.

"Ji Qing, you have fulfilled your responsibilities, and it's not your fault." Cheng Mu hugged Song Jiqing even tighter, "Don't be sad, I'm here."

Cheng Mu's aura made Song Jiqing feel very stable, and Song Jiqing couldn't help but wonder what kind of blessing he had cultivated in his previous life to allow him to meet Cheng Mu.

Every time it was a difficult time for him to get through, Cheng Mu was always by his side.

A place you can see when you open your eyes.

"Cheng Mu, I also have a harbor." Song Jiqing's eyes turned red.

Cheng Mu smiled and said, "In addition to the Harbor, there is also New Year's money."

Song Jiqing raised his head and asked, "New Year's money?"

"Well," Cheng Mu took out a red envelope that he had prepared earlier from his pocket, and handed it to Song Jiqing, "I hope Ji Qing will be safe every year."

Song Jiqing clasped it in his palm, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Cheng Mu also wants to be safe every year."

Cheng Mu teased him, "Then do I have a red envelope?"

Song Jiqing said: "Press this red envelope under the pillow tonight, and we will have a safe year together."

"Your red envelope will be given to you tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll wait."

After Cheng Mu finished speaking, he couldn't help hugging Song Jiqing again, and said, "The new year will get better and better."

"Well, it will get better and better." Song Jiqing murmured.

Cheng Mu rubbed Song Jiqing's hair and said, "Today I will give you the right to choose."

Song Jiqing was dumbfounded, "What?"

"Determine our sleeping position tonight," Cheng Mu rubbed Song Jiqing's earlobe with his thumb, "I will hold you, or you will be held by me."

Song Jiqing was startled, "Is there any difference?"

"There is a difference." Cheng Mu said seriously.

"What's the difference?" Song Jiqing was drawn into it.

"Let's try it tonight and find out."

Song Jiqing tapped Cheng Mu's shoulder in embarrassment, "I won't try it with you."

"Silly Jiqing, I'm just kidding you," Cheng Mu reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Song Jiqing's cheek, "Be happy, please."

Song Jiqing was itchy from being rubbed by his fingertips, he pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay."

"So cute." Cheng Mu pinched his face again.

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