Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

On April 26th, Song Jiqing's [-]th birthday, Cheng Mu rushed home before twelve o'clock.

He is tall and has long legs, and the silver-gray suit on his body is well-supported, and a small black swan cake is loosely hooked on the left hand with the diamond ring.

Song Jiqing rubbed his sleepy eyes, and got up from the sofa in a daze: "Cheng Mu..."

"Happy birthday," Cheng Mu walked over carrying the cake, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "wife."

Song Jiqing's face turned red, and he approached Cheng Mu timidly, took his other free hand, gently pulled his fingers off, and said, "I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning."

"Didn't you just wait for me?" Cheng Mu pinched Song Jiqing's flushed face, "Little liar."

"Eat cake, eat cake." Song Jiqing pretended not to hear, and muttered to get the cake box in Cheng Mu's hand.

"I'm going to turn off the lights," Cheng Mu said as Song Jiqing began to unpack the box, "I have to make a wish and blow out the candles first."

Song Jiqing nodded happily: "Okay!"

After turning off the light, the living room was suddenly dark, with only a little light from the candle shining on Song Jiqing's fair face. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes happily, and made his wish in just two seconds.

[I hope that those I love and those who love me will be safe, healthy and happy. ]

"So fast?" Seeing him blowing out the candle, Cheng Mu got up and turned on the light.

Song Jiqing nodded, "I've already thought about it."

"Yeah," Cheng Mu hooked Song Jiqing, "cut the cake, birthday boy."

Song Jiqing was still in a well-behaved state, cutting the cake obediently. It was not raining heavily outside, the night was very dark, and the thin curtains swayed in the wind.

Cream was on Song Jiqing's soft lips, Cheng Mu stared at him, couldn't bear it for a second, then lowered his head and approached him.

Song Jiqing gave a "hmm", blushed and carefully put down the cake in his hand, raised his hand to respond gently.

The gray sheets were sagging and slightly creased.Before Song Jiqing could kick off his slippers, he was grabbed by the neck and pressed against the pillow.

Even the white socks were pulled off in half, loosely hooked between the soles of the feet, and swayed with the waves.

"I don't have to go to work anymore..." Song Jiqing hid his eyes under the soft quilt, and frowned, "It's all your fault."

Cheng Mu raised his eyebrows helplessly: "I can't do it either."

"Heh," Song Jiqing kicked him weakly with the back of his foot, "It's too much."

The bedroom window was half open, and the fresh air came in after the rain stopped, which smelled very pleasant.

Cheng Mu was wearing serious pajamas, and he casually pulled back his neckline. Several red tooth marks on his shoulders were lightly exposed, making Song Jiqing blush: "Who, you bite so many times."

Cheng Mu said nothing, just raised his chin towards Song Jiqing, his stiff Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the ambiguous red marks on both sides were also very obvious.

Song Jiqing didn't want to talk to him anymore, as if to escape, he yelled, "I won't watch, my eyes hurt."

Cheng Mu smiled lightly, leaned over and hugged Song Jiqing, rubbed the back of his head, and said, "I'm up, I'm still sleeping."

Song Jiqing lay on the bed and said, "I still sleep for half an hour."

In fact, it took less than 5 minutes in the end, Cheng Mu squeezed out all the toothpaste for him, changed into a handsome floral shirt, and leaned leisurely by the door to look at him: "Song Jiqing, are you really sorry? "

Song Jiqing rubbed his eyes for a long time, stared wide-eyed, and said shyly, "How do you know that I like to look at floral shirts?"

Cheng Mu coughed lightly, and said uncomfortably, "Buy whatever you want."

Song Jiqing got up laughingly, and after washing, he happily moved to the closet and carefully picked it out for a long time. It was equally gaudy, and even more so.

For an artist like him, some couple outfits are more than enough.

Song Jiqing thought complacently.

"Where are we going?" Song Jiqing bowed his head and fastened his seat belt, smiling like a flower while talking.

Cheng Mu turned his head to look at him, started the car, raised an eyebrow, and said, "A date."

Song Jiqing shrugged his nose cooperatively: "I'm so nervous."

The car drove smoothly on the avenue, the camphor trees on both sides retreated in a line in sight, and the passing vehicles seemed to be under the magic of slow motion. The time was so peaceful and beautiful.

Song Jiqing looked at Cheng Mu, who was concentrating on driving, the sleeves of his shirt were folded up, his forearm exposed was tight and powerful, and even the profile of his face was stretched beautifully.

Song Jiqing couldn't help but smile.

Today is really a bright and sunny day.

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