Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

"This is a photo of Mu Mu when he was five years old," Yang Nianci showed Song Jiqing the photo, "Look, he has a chubby face, he looks very lucky."

Song Jiqing looked at this obviously aged photo, the edges were a little yellowed, and the little boy in the photo smiled cutely while holding a lollipop.

"Well, so cute."

"Mu Mu, where are you going?" Yang Nianci tilted his head, looked at Cheng Mu who was about to go out, and asked quickly.

Cheng Mu took the key on the table and said without looking back, "I have something to do."

Yang Nianci lowered his head and sighed, the smile on his face faded, and he unconsciously rubbed the photo in his hand.

Song Jiqing sat closer, and comforted him worriedly, "Don't be too sad."

Yang Nianci looked at Song Jiqing, raised the corners of his mouth forcefully, and said, "I know, he blames me for being with Qihong, but we have worked so hard abroad for so many years in order for him to have a better future."

Seeing Yang Nianci's sad look, Song Jiqing also felt very uncomfortable, but he had been facing Cheng Mu for so long, and he was still on Cheng Mu's side in selfishness.

"Do you know about Cheng Mu's insomnia?" he asked.

Yang Nianci obviously didn't know, and asked in surprise, "He has insomnia?"

Song Jiqing's heart sank. Cheng Mu's insomnia and seeing doctors so many times is already a serious life-affecting problem, but she is Cheng Mu's biological mother after all, so she doesn't know anything about it.

"Well, for more than ten years, I have been relying on some external assistance to barely fall asleep." Song Jiqing became more and more distressed as he talked. Ordinary people feel uncomfortable if they can't sleep well for a day or two.

It's really hard for him to imagine how Cheng Mu spent the past ten years like this.

Yang Nianci's eyes were wet, "I...I don't know..."

Song Jiqing's eyes were also wet, "Who's child doesn't need the company of parents."

Yang Nianci couldn't help nodding, covered his face and cried, "When he was nine years old, we promised him that we would come back to celebrate his birthday with him, but because the company's project went wrong and the stock plummeted for a while, we couldn't." I rushed back, but the neighbor's house caught fire that night..."

Song Jiqing clenched his heart, "At that time, was he at home alone?"

Yang Nianci said: "Yes, we were worried about him later, so we asked Aunt Fang to take care of him. But since then, the relationship between this child and me has become weaker and weaker. On weekdays, I can still make a phone call once a week, but later , You don’t even have to call us all year round.”

"Even if I call back, he won't answer," Yang Nianci lowered his eyes, tears rolled down his temples, and his makeup was gone, "He's still blaming me..."

Cheng Qihong came out of the room and handed her a tissue, "Okay, why don't you cry in front of the child."

Song Jiqing had seen the horror of fire before. The flames filled the sky and rushed to the sky. The heat was enough to burn people.

"Dad, Mom..." Song Jiqing blinked hard, "I will have a good chat with Cheng Mu."

Yang Nianci wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue, nodded and said, "Thank you, Ji Qing."

"Mu Mu seems to really like you, I hope you two can be well." Yang Nianci held Song Jiqing's hand, "This is the truth."

Yang Nianci's hands were warm and soft, just like Song Jiqing's mother's hands in his memory, peaceful and friendly.

His heart softened, but he also couldn't help feeling sorry for Cheng Mu.

"Mom, how long do you plan to stay this time?" Song Jiqing asked.

Yang Nianci paused for a while and fell silent. Cheng Qihong picked up his voice and said, "I'm leaving after the Chinese New Year."

Song Jiqing said "oh" in a low voice, "Cheng Mu will be back at noon, I'll go shopping."

Yang Nianci stood up and hurriedly said, "I'll go with you, it just so happens that I'm fine now."

Song Jiqing smiled, "Okay."

The night time is quiet and peaceful.

Cheng Mu was reading with a book, and Song Jiqing was curled up looking at his phone, but in fact he didn't read anything.

Enduring it, she still said, "Cheng Mu, my mother cried in front of me today."

Cheng Mu turned the page of the book, "What did she say?"

"Over the years, she has always felt sorry for you," Song Jiqing said, "but because she was too busy with work, she didn't have time to come back to see you."

Cheng Mu put his hands on the paper, looked at Song Jiqing, and said, "Ji Qing, it's not that I'm too cold-blooded, but that it's unnecessary, she said so much, if I did something sincerely, I wouldn't be like this. "

Song Jiqing's heart sank, he leaned his body towards Cheng Mu, and said slowly, "I can understand you."

Cheng Mu raised his hand and rubbed the top of Song Jiqing's hair, "Go to bed early."

Song Jiqing said "Okay", put the phone on the bedside table beside him, and lay down with the quilt tucked in.

Cheng Mu also put down the book in his hand, and turned off the light beside him.

After a moment of silence, Song Jiqing grabbed Cheng Mu's hand in the dark and said softly, "Cheng Mu, you can be sad too, I'm still here."

Cheng Mu smelled the gentle smell on Song Jiqing's body, his voice became soft unconsciously, and he said, "You protect me."

Song Jiqing's palms were slightly sweaty, "Well, they don't like me."

"It's interesting." Cheng Mu squeezed Song Jiqing into his arms even tighter, "It's very rare."

Song Jiqing smiled sullenly, and said, "When I first saw you, I was actually scared of you."

Cheng Mu said, "Afraid of me?"

Song Jiqing said, "Well, I dare not get too close to you."

Cheng Mu smiled and said, "I don't eat people."

Song Jiqing is now quite used to being close to Cheng Mu, and the intimate hug made him feel at ease and made him forget too many unpleasant things.

The darkness of the past seems to be able to see the sun through the clouds in Cheng Mu's embrace.

Cheng Mu asked: "What about now, are you still afraid of me?"

Song Jiqing puffed out his chest, and said with backbone: "Don't be afraid, I even want to get you drunk again to make you embarrassing."

At this time, he spoke with great conviction, but Song Jiqing still felt a little thumping in his heart.

In fact, he still can't stand it...

"It's so vengeful."

Song Jiqing recalled that time, and couldn't help looking through old accounts, "You said I was wearing nail polish."

Cheng Mu said, "Did I tell you?"

Song Jiqing said firmly, "You said it."

"Then what color nail polish am I talking about?"

Song Jiqing's face flushed, and he hesitated and apologized: "You said... pink."

"I don't believe it, I want to see it." Cheng Mu sat up slightly, and turned on the light again. The room was suddenly bright, and Song Jiqing's face turned red.

Overturned.

Song Jiqing thought to himself.

Cheng Mu stretched out his hand to look, but Song Jiqing kept his hands behind his back to prevent him from looking, and hid his hands under the quilt.

"Don't look, let's go to bed." Song Jiqing struggled embarrassingly.

"I haven't seen it yet." Cheng Mu kept staring at Song Jiqing's eyes, seeing the cute drooping curve of his eyes, "Can't I see it too?"

Song Jiqing was so regretful, why did he bring up this topic when he said something bad.

Turning on the light and being watched carefully by Cheng Mu with his hand, just thinking about it in his mind would make him feel ashamed.

Cheng Mu didn't give up, and coaxed him in a soft tone: "I don't look at anything else, just look at the hands."

Song Jiqing's fingertips were numb, and his eyelids were hot and trembling, "What else do you want to see?"

"What do you want me to see." Cheng Mu leaned lazily, with a little smile in his eyes.

"Just look at the hand," Song Jiqing stretched out his hand with his lips pursed, "Actually, he's not that pink..."

Song Jiqing's hands were beautiful, with slender fingers, as white as green onions, but the finger covers were pink, so tender that a handful of water could be squeezed out.

Cheng Mu couldn't help but get started, pinching his fingertips, pinching his joints, and pinching his palm.

Song Jiqing's nose was red, and he let him do it without saying a word.

Cheng Mu pinched for a long time, then suddenly looked at Song Jiqing, and said, "Song Jiqing, are you made of water?"

"No matter how you pinch it, it's so soft everywhere."

Song Jiqing was so eloquent, he had no rebuttals, and his voice was extremely soft, "Cheng Mu, don't pinch me."

"I'm so sleepy." Song Jiqing's voice was trembling. Cheng Mu really couldn't believe that he was really sleepy, but seeing his pitiful eyelashes trembling, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Okay, stop pinching," Cheng Musong relaxed, and Ren Song Jiqing retracted his hands, "You're being coquettish, and I'll let you sleep."

Song Jiqing's eyes immediately widened like a cat's. After a while, he pursed his mouth cowardly, and said reluctantly, "Cheng Mu... sleep well? I'm really sleepy."

"Touch your head." Song Jiqing rubbed his head against Cheng Mu's hand.

Cheng Mu couldn't help laughing, and patted his head cooperatively, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, go to sleep."

"I turn off the lights."

Song Jiqing retracted his head quickly, lifted the quilt to cover himself tightly, and said with a voice hidden in the quilt, "Well, I'm asleep!"

The author has something to say:

Touching my wife's little hand happily v

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