salted fish marriage

On the first day of resignation and not going to work, there is no need to get up early. Tong Beibei didn't wake up until 09:30.

After waking up, he lay on the bed, stretched his hands and feet, and stretched his big and long waist well.

Cool!

After waking up, Tong Beibei took a leisurely shower, prepared food, made herself a cup of black tea in a leisurely manner, and walked to the French window of the living room with it, drinking it while basking in the sun.

Basking in the sun, Tong Beibei closed his eyes and felt the leisure to his heart's content. It was so comfortable that every pore of his body felt relaxed and comfortable.

At noon, Tong Beibei ate a little. Anyway, he was fine and didn't have to go to work. He lay on the sofa and played with his mobile phone for a while, then closed his eyes and took a nap for 10 minutes.

In the afternoon, he went to the wedding room.

The major appliances are almost installed, and the furniture is entering the venue one after another.

He continued to visit the home improvement city in an unhurried and efficient manner, shopping for things, and when he was tired, he found a shop to sit down, drink tea, and brush his phone.

No longer need to be bored in the office all day, let alone work from nine to five, the time is at his disposal.

After such a relaxed and comfortable week, Tong Beibei's complexion has improved visibly to the naked eye, leisure has added to his handsome appearance, and his temperament and demeanor have become gentler and brighter.

Qin Ling saw it and understood why his young partner insisted on resigning.

And Tong Beibei's good mood and good temperament also affected him in turn.

When Qin Ling saw Tong Beibei recently, he felt relaxed, and his fatigue and pressure from work were relieved.

Time flies, the end of the year.

Qin Ling was even busier. He was so busy that he could only make a few phone calls with Tong Beibei. He was away and flew around all day long.

Tong Beibei is quite comfortable and fulfilled by himself - after more than a month of tidying up the house, it is finally coming to an end.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is approaching, Tong Beibei started to buy new year's goods, clean up, and make some food that can be frozen quickly.

He did a lot, and distributed some to Min Heng, and some to Lao Zhang, the driver who had been helping him to build the house.

Lao Zhang's home is not in the local area, and he will return to his hometown a few years ago.

Seeing that Tong Beibei had given him so much food, most of which were meat, he said embarrassingly, "I had to buy some to take home. You gave me so much, so I don't have to go to the supermarket."

Tong Beibei smiled: "Isn't this just right?"

Lao Zhang came to get the New Year's goods, and stood downstairs with Tong Beibei and chatted for a while. After talking about the New Year, Lao Zhang suddenly sighed: "I don't know whether Mr. Qin will be able to go back for the New Year this year."

?

Tong Beibei thinks this is a bit strange.

What is "can't go back"?

Is there anything else to stop Qin Ling from going home for the New Year?

Lao Zhang lowered his voice and whispered: "Let me tell you, isn't it because of what President Qin did before?"

that?

Old Zhang: "The one who was planning to get married before."

Ah, ex.

What happened to your ex?

Lao Zhang: "Last year, Mr. Qin didn't go home. Mr. Qin's father came from the countryside to celebrate the New Year. Guess what, Mr. Qin's father didn't like the one Mr. Qin found. If it sounds nice, the father and son will not be very happy."

Ah, so.

Tong Beibei scratched the ring on her ring finger with her fingertips.

Lao Zhang also had good intentions: "Anyway, Boss Qin's father's side——you may have to take care of it in the future."

Turning around and talking on the phone with Qin Ling, Tong Beibei asked about Chinese New Year, Qin Ling: "I went back once when we first received the certificate a few years ago. I've been too busy recently, so I don't plan to go back for Chinese New Year this year."

Tong Beibei thought that Qin Ling's father would still come to the city to celebrate the New Year like last year, Qin Ling said: "Last year was a bit unpleasant, and he doesn't plan to come over this year. My brother will go back to accompany him to celebrate the New Year."

That's it.

Tong Beibei: "Then you still have a business trip during the Chinese New Year?"

Qin Ling smiled: "I would like to, but no one will spend time with me on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. Everyone has to celebrate the New Year."

That being the case—

Tong Beibei: "Then let's go together."

of course.

Qin Ling originally thought so.

Qin Ling: "I'll try my best to come back before New Year's Eve."

Tong Beibei: "OK."

The day before New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.

"Ding dong."

Qinling has arrived.

Tong Beibei opened the door, raised her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a bouquet of pure white roses.

He froze for a moment, Qin Ling handed it to him.

Tong Beibei took it and looked at the roses in her arms with surprise on her face. After a while, the surprise turned into a little embarrassment, which was very embarrassing.

Tong Beibei: "Thank you."

It was the first time he received roses.

It was also the first time for Qin Ling to give someone flowers. When he entered the flower shop, the owner of the flower shop asked him what he wanted and who to give it to. Qin Ling said it was for his wife. The boss recommended three kinds of roses, red, white and blue. Qin Ling finally chose the white one. I think Tong Beibei is gentle and gentle, and goes well with Bai.

Looking at it now, it really looks good, and it's a coincidence that Tong Beibei is wearing an off-white sweater today.

White clothes, white flowers, are very suitable for him.

Qin Ling also brought over a few bottles of red wine, which he originally kept at home.

Seeing that he had brought several bottles, Tong Beibei casually said "too much" when he put the flowers, Qin Ling: "I didn't think I'd drink all of them today, and put the rest here with you."

Tong Beibei found a half-empty cabinet for Qin Ling to put the bottles of red wine in.

When Qin Ling put the red wine in, he found that the cabinet was full of dried mushrooms, dried fungus, soy sauce and cooking wine stored by Tong Beibei, and said with a smile: "If you need red wine when cooking, you just have it. "

As he spoke, he took out a bottle opener from his pocket and put it in.

Tong Beibei opened a drawer under the countertop and took out a brand new bottle opener, "I bought it too."

The two smiled at each other.

Have a casual lunch.

After eating, Tong Beibei turned on the projector in the living room and prepared some snacks. Qin Ling found a cup and opened a bottle of red wine. The two sat together to watch a movie, leisurely and relaxed.

Looking at it, it may be the effect of the red wine, or it may be the relationship between the biological clock, Tong Beibei fell asleep on the sofa.

Because Qin Ling was busy with work, he didn't have the habit of taking a nap, but today he didn't know if he was too relaxed, or he was influenced by his young partner, so he closed his eyes after a while.

Just like that, the curtains in the living room were drawn, and the room was dark. A movie was projected on the curtain. On the sofa, Tong Beibei was leaning against the pillow, half lying and half sitting. Qin Ling slightly raised his head and leaned against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed. From time to time, the light from the lamp reflects on the sleeping faces of the two. In the pet cage next to the sofa, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are arching and arching on the climbing frame.

An extremely leisurely half afternoon passed like this.

Qin Ling slept very deeply, without even a dream. When he woke up, he opened his eyes and put a towel on his body and legs.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch, it was past four o'clock.

There was no one around him, and the projected movie was paused.

There are only two red wine glasses on the coffee table that have not been put away, indicating that they did sit here and watch a movie not long ago.

"woke up?"

Tong Beibei's voice came from behind.

Qin Ling turned his head and saw that Tong Beibei was holding a fruit plate and a bowl in his hand.

"En." Qin Ling stretched his shoulders and stretched his waist, "Falling asleep." More than that, it was so good to sleep and so comfortable.

Tong Beibei put the fruit plate on the coffee table, and handed the bowl to Qin Ling: "It's just stewed."

Qin Ling took it, it was the pear soup stewed by Tong Beibei before they watched the movie.

The soup is thick and has a faint pear aroma, and the soup noodles are decorated with a few orange-red goji berries.

A white spoon dangles from the rim of the bone china bowl.

The color, fragrance and taste are delicious, which really whets the appetite.

When Qin Ling picked up the spoon, Tong Beibei turned on the small stereo next to the sofa and played an old song with only the tune but no words.

At this moment, Qin Ling suddenly wanted to recognize that this is life.

The previous busyness can only be called alive.

Qin Ling was awake, drinking pear soup, listening to the music, feeling the warmth and looseness of the afternoon, and was too comfortable for a while, so he directly put his feet on the coffee table.

Tong Beibei turned his head, Qin Ling hurriedly put his feet down, Tong Beibei sat down beside him with a fruit plate in his arms, both feet were raised up on the coffee table, overlapped, and shook gently, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Sensing Qin Ling's movement of retracting his feet, Tong Beibei ate the fruit and said, "It's okay, let's keep it up."

He also said: "Such a large tea table takes up such an expensive one and a half square meters, and there are not many things to store. It is a waste not to use it to stretch your legs."

Qin Ling felt relieved.

When Chu Huaiyan sent a message asking him what he was doing, Qin Ling took a half-length photo of him holding pear soup with his feet on the coffee table.

Qinling: [Photo]

Qin Ling: 【At my wife's place. 】

Chu Huaiyan: [...Damn. 】

Chu Huaiyan: [Don't tell me that Tong Beibei made the bowl in your hand. 】

Chu Huaiyan: [Also don't tell me that Tong Beibei personally brought the bowl to you. You opened your mouth to eat and didn't even move your toes from the beginning to the end. 】

Qin Ling: [Yes. 】

Qinling: [Photo]

Qin Ling: [There are also fruits brought by my wife. 】

Qinling: [Photo]

Qin Ling: 【This is the sugar orange that my wife peeled for me. 】

Chu Huaiyan: […]

Qin Ling looked at "..." which took up half of the screen, and continued in awe: 【What is there to be surprised about? 】

Qin Ling: [Do I have a wife? 】

Chu Huaiyan: […]

Another half-screen "...".

Chu Huaiyan: [...Then do you have sex? 】

Chu Huaiyan: [Oh! 】

Qin Ling ignored this and sent another photo.

This time it was a warm towel.

Qin Ling: [After eating, my wife handed me a towel to wipe my face and mouth. 】

Qin Ling: [Oh, why do you have to wipe your face? 】

Qin Ling: [Because I just took a nap at my wife's place. 】

Qin Ling: [comfortable. 】

Chu Huaiyan made a phone call, and jumped on the other end of the phone angrily: "What are you talking about? You can feel so fucking comfortable now, didn't I find this wife for you!"

Qin Ling: "Do you want me to thank you?"

Chu Huaiyan: "When..."

Qin Ling: "Thank you."

Chu Huaiyan: "..."

After nine o'clock, Tong Beibei sent Qin Ling out.

When the two walked to the door, Qin Ling didn't let Tong Beibei, who was only wearing home clothes, come out, "It's cold outside."

Tong Beibei stood inside the door and waved to him: "See you tomorrow."

Qin Ling said "see you tomorrow", and turned the toe of one foot, but he didn't leave immediately, and stood at the door, looking sideways at Tong Beibei.

Tong Beibei:?

Qin Ling still looked at Tong Beibei with a serious expression, as if waiting for something.

Tong Beibei was even more puzzled.

what happened?

Qin Ling lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold Tong Beibei's hand, and squeezed it gently.

Tong Beibei understood.

They're not friends for friends, friends for friends.

They are husband and wife, they are partners, they are newlyweds.

That being the case, it is natural not to just say goodbye when parting.

Tong Beibei didn't know exactly what to do, so he squeezed Qin Ling's hand in the same posture as being held, "Slow down on the road."

That should be considered intimate, right?

Certainly not enough.

Qin Ling retracted the tiptoe that was thrown to one side, faced Tong Beibei, leaned slightly, stretched out the other free hand, and hugged Tong Beibei gently: "Go to bed early."

That's enough.

Tong Beibei held her breath the moment Qin Ling leaned over. When they were hugged, the two faced each other, their front shoulders touched, and their cheeks were close. A low voice and a slow breathing.

"Good night." Tong Beibei said, her cheeks and ears burning slightly.

"Good night."

Qin Ling straightened up.

When he saw Tong Beibei's red ears, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.