Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

It was still daylight, and the room was dark with the curtains drawn. Cheng Mu only turned on a wall lamp, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He got up lightly, put on his slippers and stood up, and looked down at Song Jiqing who was sleeping soundly.

Song Jiqing was lying on his side, his face pressed against the pillow, the soft flesh on his face was extruded into a lovely curve, Cheng Mu wanted to poke him, but he held back.

Sure enough, there is a light white outside the window, which wraps the city very beautifully, and the snow is falling heavily, floating in the air like goose feathers.

Song Jiqing tried his best to turn over under the quilt, his mind was barely awake, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and in a blur, he saw a strong and powerful figure with smooth shoulder and neck lines passing by.

Cheng Mu turned around and buttoned the last button, "Are you awake?"

Song Jiqing's voice was hoarse, and he said lazily, "Well, I seem to have woken up."

"I saw you changing your clothes." Song Jiqing said again after moving around in the quilt.

Cheng Mu paused, and pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly, "What's the matter?"

"I didn't see clearly." Song Jiqing pursed his lips, subconsciously showing a bit of naivety.

Cheng Mu really wanted to pinch the soft flesh on his face, approach him viciously, and then ask, "Do you want me to show you one more time"?But held back again.

Too fierce, it will scare the little fool.

"Do you want to get up?" Cheng Mu put on his coat and said casually, "You can see snow outside the window."

"Really?" Song Jiqing's hazy eyes widened a little, "Then I'll get up now and go take a look."

"Well," Cheng Mu smiled lightly, "Then I'll ask Aunt Fang to prepare an extra breakfast."

The ground outside the house was already covered with snow. After breakfast, Cheng Mu set out to go to work. Song Jiqing happily ran on the snow, his boots leaving a series of long footprints.

It's so fresh, something like snow.

His fingers were freezing, but Song Jiqing didn't feel the cold at all. He poked shallow holes in the snow with his fingers, making a row of holes.

It's really boring and fun.

Song Jiqing couldn't help but think of Cheng Mu, who worked so hard every day and went to work every day rain or shine, it seemed that he really didn't have any entertainment.

It looks a little pathetic.

After all, they are people who have shared the same bed for so long, so when their heart softens, they want to make Cheng Mu happy and show him some interesting things.

After thinking for a while, Song Jiqing lowered his head and began to draw on the snow seriously. With a few simple strokes, a big dog appeared with its ears pricked up, looking alert and nimble.

Ding dong.

Song Jiqing: [Picture]

Cheng Mu rubbed his forehead, and put the documents in his hand to one side. The folders had already been piled up one level high, and they were all waiting for approval and signature.

Hearing the WeChat message, Cheng Mu picked up his phone and saw that it was from Song Jiqing, the corners of his mouth curled up obviously.

Unlocked the phone and clicked on WeChat, and saw the big dog in the snow at a glance.

Song Jiqing's news followed closely behind.

Song Jiqing: Look!Is it very like you?

Cheng Mu clicked on the original picture, saved it to the album, and changed his profile picture to this big dog.

Then hit the keyboard and reply indifferently.

Cheng Mu: Not like that.

Song Jiqing was stunned for a moment, but after refreshing, he immediately saw his new profile picture, and had fun with his phone for a long time.

Playing with snow was addictive, and when he was so cold that he couldn't feel his face, Song Jiqing stamped the snow off his feet and ran into the house, changed into fur slippers at the entrance, and warmed his hands by the heater.

Fang Guanying said "Ouch", "Mr. Song, your face is so red from the cold, is it cold?"

Song Jiqing looked at Fang Guanying and laughed, "It's not cold."

Fang Guanying hurried into the kitchen and poured him a cup of hot water, "Hold this, your hands will be warm."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Fang."

Until before lunch, Song Jiqing raised his eyebrows high, looking happy and untroubled, until a strange phone call came over, which gradually wiped out the rare smile he had maintained.

Xiang Jin: "Qingqing, if I die, will you forgive me?"

Song Jiqing gripped the phone tightly and asked, "Xiang Jin, where are you now!"

"Don't be stupid."

Xiang Jin slowly turned on the bathtub to drain the water, "Udon Hotel, 325, I'll wait for you."

The phone hangs up.

Song Jiqing gritted his teeth looking at the strange number on the screen, but he was helpless. Xiang Jin's life and death could not affect his mood, so no matter it was true or not, he couldn't take the risk.

After finding the phone number of the alcoholic father, Song Jiqing rarely took the initiative to press the dial button.

After ringing for a long time, Song Kun slowly picked it up.

Song Jiqing heard the sound of the wine bottle gurgling to the ground, "You're drinking again!"

Song Kun shouted into the phone drunkenly: "You're not my son, so don't care about me!"

Song Jiqing took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, "Okay, I won't quarrel with you today, do you have Uncle Xiang's phone number? I have something urgent to do with him."

After talking for a long time, Song Kun kept arguing with him about other topics, asking for money inside and outside the talk.

Song Jiqing sat on the sofa, leaning on the armrest, bent over with his elbows on his knees, and said wearily, "Forget it, I can't tell you."

"Bye."

After the volunteer teacher came back, on the night of drunkenness, the mobile phone was thrown into an unknown corner. Except for the reissued mobile phone card, other information backups in the mobile phone have not been recovered, so now even Xiang Jin’s father’s phone number is missing. Can't find it.

Song Kun's path didn't work, so Song Jiqing had no choice but to find someone else.

In a state of desperation, Song Jiqing remembered the friends he made shortly after graduation, but because of some things, they hadn't been in touch for a long time.

He and Xiang Jin knew each other, and he might know Xiang Jin's father's phone number.

Song Jiqing clicked on WeChat, found Yin Bufan's phone number in the note, and dialed it nervously.

Unexpectedly, the other person answered very quickly, and the voice sounded very brisk: "Hey, is this my obedient Ji Qing?"

Yin Bufan saved his phone number before, so he recognized who he was at once. Song Jiqing smiled, "Bufan, you still remember me."

"Of course." Yin Bufan shook his hair, "What have you been up to lately?"

"Let's go to class," Song Jiqing said, "art teacher, you know."

"Haha I know I know."

"I need your help with something." Song Jiqing wondered.

"Tell me," Yin Bufan readily agreed, "I will help you if I can."

Song Jiqing asked: "Do you have Xiang Jin's father's phone number? I lost my phone earlier and haven't been able to get it back. I haven't backed up all the contact information..."

Yin Bufan's voice was a little farther away. He should be searching the address book with his mobile phone, "Wait a minute... I'll look it up for you."

"Okay, trouble."

"You're welcome," Yin Bufan said, "Hey, I found it, I'll copy the WeChat and send it to you."

"Okay, thank you." Song Jiqing breathed a sigh of relief.

It's impossible for him to meet Xiang Jin, it's completely impossible for them.

After saying goodbye to Yin Bufan, a reminder popped up on the phone.

[Battery power is low, only 20% power left]

The charger was still upstairs in the bedroom. Song Jiqing didn't have time to charge it at this moment, so he called Xiang Jin's father in a hurry.

"Hello." A thick male voice sounded, "Who is it?"

"Hi Uncle Xiang, I'm Song Jiqing."

"Oh Ji Qing, what's wrong?"

Song Jiqing paused, and recounted the matter as it was, "Xiang Jin may do something that endangers his life, please go and see him, don't let him do stupid things, he should be in room 325 of Udon Hotel now."

"Why...?" Father Xiang still couldn't believe it.

Song Jiqing closed his eyes and decided not to leave a way out for himself, "Xiang Jin and I have already broken up."

"He called me just now, but I don't know what's going on with him, that's why I'm here to disturb you. I'm sorry."

Father Xiang didn't make a sound for a long time. After a while, he patted the thick round table in front of him hard, full of air: "It's against him, he won't take his life for his life, right?"

Now that Xiang's father had heard the news, Song Jiqing didn't want to continue to meddle, so he maintained his politeness and said politely that he still had things to do, so he stopped talking.

The phone call lasted more than ten minutes, and the battery of the phone was already running out.

One second before the phone was turned off, Song Jiqing glimpsed the time on the upper right and thought to himself.

Oops.

It's time for Cheng Mu to take a nap, and I promised to call Cheng Mu yesterday.

People only have half an hour to rest, and he even forgot.

This is the first day the promise is fulfilled...

Strong guilt surged up, making Song Jiqing's heart tighten, which was very uncomfortable.

Song Jiqing took two steps in three steps, pulled on his slippers and ran upstairs, wheezing and wheezing.

Fang Guanying looked at his back downstairs and shouted: "Mr. Song, it's time to eat, why did you run away in such a hurry."

Song Jiqing almost broke into a sweat: "Aunt Fang, I'll be down later, I have something urgent."

Song Jiqing searched for a long time, and finally found it on the recliner. After running to the room to plug it in and recharge it, Song Jiqing was slightly relieved.

But 2 minute passed.

3 minutes passed.

The phone shows no sign of restarting.

[Battery temperature is too low]

Song Jiqing's eyes went dark when he saw the reminder, and he covered the phone in his arms to warm it up for a long time before turning on the phone tremblingly.

There are already two missed calls on the phone.

One is from Xiang Jin.

One belongs to Cheng Mu.

Without even thinking about it, Song Jiqing clicked on Cheng Mu's name to call back, "Hello...Cheng Mu."

Cheng Mu picked up the phone with his left hand, and signed the document with a black signature pen in his right hand, "Yes, yes."

"Sorry, I'm late." Song Jiqing knew he was not on time, so he spoke in a soft tone, as if admitting his mistake in a low voice.

For this, Cheng Mu didn't have much anger.

Just a little lost.

But Song Jiqing's phone call had already filled this lost void very well, so Cheng Mu had no unpleasant emotions at all, and even the vaguely happy factor in his emotions was about to emerge again.

"Just finished eating?" Cheng Mu guessed.

Song Jiqing said "no", and then skipped the phone call before, and jumped directly to the embarrassing story about finding a mobile phone charger. In the end, because the temperature was too low, it didn't charge for a long time, so he had to stuff the phone into his clothes and go back. Wen, it took a long time to recharge the battery and call Cheng Mu.

Song Jiqing spoke very casually and sounded illogical, but Cheng Mu put down his pen and began to listen carefully to what he said, and even smiled cooperatively.

It took Song Jiqing a long time to tell this story, and the hand holding the phone was a little sore, so he changed his other hand and continued. , Did I talk too much, can you still sleep?"

"Are you running out of time?"

Cheng Mu gently rubbed the back of the phone with his knuckles, and said, "It's okay, you can still sleep when you go back at night."