Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

Waking up early in the morning, I could smell the scent coming from the kitchen. Song Jiqing wiped the corners of his eyes sleepily, came down from the stairs, went into the kitchen to have a look, and asked, "Mom, what are you cooking so early?"

Yang Nianci took off his bib, and smiled at Song Jiqing, "It's stewing soup, it's good for your body, you and Cheng Mu will drink a few more bowls later."

"Okay, thank you mom." Song Jiqing nodded with a smile, calling mom more and more proficient.

"Where's Cheng Mu?" Yang Nianci asked.

"He'll come down later." Song Jiqing's gluttons were hooked out, and he felt delicious when he smelled it, "It smells so good."

Yang Nianci nodded, "Then you go and call him, it will be ready soon." The steam was coming out lively, Yang Nianci pinpointed the time, estimated that it was almost there, and reached out to get the casserole.

Sha Guo's ears were burning hot, she was talking to Song Jiqing, so she didn't pay attention.

When he reacted, the palm of his hand was already hot red, "Hiss," Yang Nianci endured to stabilize the casserole before letting go.

Song Jiqing rushed over anxiously, "Is it hot? Rinse it with cold water."

Yang Nianci frowned, and washed under the cold water for a long time, the burning sensation barely dissipated, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Ji Qing."

The kitchen was in chaos, and Cheng Mu heard the movement and came in to see, "What's wrong?"

Song Jiqing frowned, and said, "Mom burned her hands when she was carrying the casserole."

Cheng Mu didn't respond immediately, but just said "hmm", Yang Nianci lowered his hopeful eyes, smiled a little disappointed, and said, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Cheng Mu: "It's fine."

Looking at the back of Cheng Mu walking out, Yang Nianci couldn't even force the smile on his mouth, turned around and continued to tidy up, Song Jiqing grabbed the work, and said scramblingly: "I'll come, you rest quickly."

Yang Nianci sat on the sofa after going out, looking very depressed.

Cheng Mu originally went upstairs, but suddenly came down again with a small white box.

"Here," Cheng Mu walked to Yang Nianci's side, "put some burn ointment on it, it will heal faster."

Yang Nianci raised his head in surprise, nodded after a while, and said, "Hey, okay, thank you Mu Mu..."

The fingers on Cheng Mu's side curled up lightly, and said, "It's okay."

Song Jiqing felt very happy seeing such a scene, so he also walked over, and thoughtfully said, "Mom, let me help you apply the medicine, it's not convenient to use one hand."

The few days of Chinese New Year flowed away like running water, and it was over before we knew it.

Before Yang Nianci went to the airport, he took the initiative to hug Song Jiqing and said, "You... If you have time, you can come to the United States to stay for two days. Mom will make delicious food for you."

"Okay," Song Jiqing looked at Cheng Mu before saying, "We will."

Cheng Qihong patted Cheng Mu on the shoulder, and said, "Don't be lazy, boy, the company has been running pretty well these past few years, with the demeanor of your father back then."

Cheng Mu nodded sullenly and said, "You don't have to worry about it."

Song Jiqing secretly pursed his lips and smiled.

On the way back, Cheng Mu asked him, "Since when did you have such a good relationship with her?"

Song Jiqing chuckled and said, "Are you talking about Mom? She treats me very well."

Cheng Mu tilted his head and didn't speak, but his expression seemed to soften a little.

"Life will get better and better." Song Jiqing held his face and looked out the window without blinking.

As Yin Bufan wished, on the day of his performance, Song Jiqing bought him a large bouquet of flowers, which really gave him enough face.

It was a special classical dance party, and when it was over, Yin Bufan wanted to go directly with Song Jiqing and the others, and have a small meeting by the way, but it didn't work out, he was stopped by someone as soon as he reached the door.

That person is still a big acquaintance.

Cheng Mu glanced at the other party and asked, "Li Cheng?"

Li Cheng was still wearing those extremely elegant black-rimmed glasses, his lips parted slightly, looking at Cheng Mu and Song Jiqing, he was also very surprised, and said, "Why are you here?"

Seeing this, Yin Bufan quickly grabbed Song Jiqing's sleeve, "My dear, help me, I don't want to go with him."

Before Song Jiqing could react, he asked, "You... how do you know each other?"

"I don't know." Yin Bufan said.

"Boyfriend." Li Cheng said.

The diametrically opposite answers given by the two of them in unison made Song Jiqing confused.

"He pestered me." Yin Bufan said.

"Slept already." Li Cheng said.

Yin Bufan turned his gaze and gave Li Cheng a twist, "Why don't you say anything!"

Li Cheng bumped into Yin Bufan's shoulder, his eyes were dull, and he said, "Bufan, come with me."

Yin Bufan hid his hand and cursed in a low voice: "Bookworm, I don't want to go with you."

Cheng Mu dragged Song Jiqing back from Yin Bufan's grasp, and calmly suggested, "Why don't you two have a good talk first."

Song Jiqing leaned against Cheng Mu and echoed, "Yes, if there is any misunderstanding, it's better to make it clear."

Yin Bufan puffed his cheeks and said nothing, Li Cheng grabbed Yin Bufan's shoulders, turned his head and said to Cheng Mu and Song Jiqing: "Sorry, let's go first."

Song Jiqing waved his hand, "Well, go slowly."

Song Jiqing looked at their backs and muttered, "When did it start? I don't know."

They stood by the road at the exit of the party, and there were many colored lights hanging on the trees, making the night dreamy and beautiful.

Song Jiqing's face shone with blue or purple light, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"Song Jiqing, we haven't settled our own affairs yet." Cheng Mu bent slightly and cast his gaze very close.

Every time Cheng Mu said Song Jiqing's name, Song Jiqing would have the illusion that his soul was being watched miraculously.

Obviously speaking very slowly, Song Jiqing felt that he was being teased by these three words.

"What's the matter?" Song Jiqing's eyelids trembled, and he couldn't help putting his hands into his pockets.

"I'm still chasing you." Cheng Mu looked at him, "Remember to give me a chance."

Recently, he was always spinning around with various things, Song Jiqing subconsciously put this matter behind him, and was a little ashamed to face Cheng Mu's pursuit.

But now Cheng Mu brought this matter up again and said, "I'm still chasing him." Song Jiqing strangely felt the emotion of being valued and cared for.

Song Jiqing's ears turned red slowly, his body tensed in Cheng Mu's eyes, and he said, "I remember."

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