salted fish marriage

It's a pity that apart from the two kisses at the business banquet, I can't kiss at home——

Going home that night, Tong Beibei had a fever of [-] degrees. She took the cooling medicine and broke into a hot sweat. The temperature finally dropped, but she caught a cold, sneezing, runny nose, and stuffy nose.

Tong Beibei blocked her nose, and when she spoke, she couldn't distinguish between the front and back nasal sounds, and asked Qin Ling, "Isn't it because you have been infected by you these few days?"

He thought before that Qin Ling had a cold, and if he kissed Qin Ling closely, would he be infected?

It was fine the first two days, and he was lucky, so it will be fine now.

Tong Beibei lay on the bed, whispering, her voice was very soft: "Honey, I'm dizzy."

This moment made Qin Ling's heart ache.

He asked Tong Beibei: "Can you get up? I'll take you to the hospital."

Tong Beibei shook her head: "No," she retracted into the quilt, rolled herself up, her nose was blocked, and she spoke in a nasal voice, "Take some medicine and sleep well."

So this time the porridge was replaced by Qinling.

But Qin Ling is actually not free, very busy, and the company still has a lot of work to do.

He simply asked Li Meng to move all the documents to his home, soho directly at home.

The employees of the company were shocked.

You know, [-] days a year, Mr. Qin can sleep in the company every day - there is a small bedroom in his office.

This kind of business maniac actually moved his work to his home in Soho?

Is there anything at home that makes him obsessed, and he can't get out of the door?

All groups, big and small, from morning to afternoon——

[You don't need to ask, there is a 'beautiful wife' at home! 】

[Don't say, Mr. Qin's wife is really 'juicy', with fair skin, I, a woman who uses lamer every day for maintenance, feel ashamed of myself. 】

[Isn't it?It's not really because of my wife, is it? 】

[President Qin can still set up this kind of 'beloved wife' persona? 】

[Why can't it be established, why can't it be established? 】

[All of you are allowed to show your love to single dogs in the group every day?Wang! 】

[Will you focus on the key points?Mr. Qin soho, the focus is Mr. Qin and soho?It was clearly the specific reason for Mr. Qin's soho! 】

【Yeah! 】

[And his wife is like that, with that face, that temperament, that figure, it's hard not to love a gay, right? 】

[Billions of CEOs are mad at home because they love soho, and my mother asked me why I was drooling on my knees. 】

[It's so good, it's so good! 】

Then I watched Li Meng go up and down, in and out, sending paper documents to the big boss batch by batch from the CEO's office——

[Envy Mr. Li, you can chat on the spot. 】

【Li Meng is fine with everything, but his mouth is too tight.You said that there is nothing we can't share about this kind of cp eating. Do we still hand in our resignation collectively because Mr. Qin loves his wife too much. 】

At home, after Qin Ling cooked the porridge, he went to the bedroom every hour to have a look.

Tong Beibei sleeps, sleeps, sleeps, sleeps on the left side rolled up, sleeps on the right side curled up, sleeps on the stomach, sleeps on the back, all kinds of sleep.

There are so many poses, Qin Ling can't laugh or cry.

It is also the first time I know that someone can sleep for more than ten hours at a time.

When Tong Beibei woke up, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

After sleeping for so long, his fever has subsided early, and his complexion is not bad, but he is still lazy, leaning against the head of the bed, wearing a piece of clothing, and he is weak enough to hold a spoon.

When Qin Ling saw him, he simply took the spoon from him and fed him one spoon at a time.

Tong Beibei accepted it "obediently", leaning against the head of the bed, closing her eyes, and swallowed the porridge like a kitten.

He didn't move until he finished drinking - his tongue moved, licking off the porridge stains from the corner of his mouth, he burped lightly, and said in a low voice, "It's delicious."

Seeing that his voice was very low, Qin Ling followed suit and asked softly, "Should I get up and walk, or continue to sleep? Do you have strength? Do you want to take a bath?"

Tong Beibei looked sleepy and shook her head: "I still want to sleep."

"Go to sleep."

Qin Ling slept with Tong Beibei in his arms at night. Tong Beibei had a fever again in the middle of the night. He felt it and woke up immediately. He got out of bed and poured water on him. Wipe your face, neck, and sweat-stained back.

The next day, Tong Beibei's fever finally subsided completely, and she finally got out of bed.

He came out of the bedroom and saw his nice living room sofa with documents everywhere, almost thought he had gone to the wrong house.

Looking again, there is a notebook on the coffee table, a white wireless earphone next to the notebook, and piles of documents.

Tong Beibei opened her mouth and asked Qin Ling in surprise, "You haven't gone to work these two days?"

Qin Ling brought out porridge from the kitchen: "I'm worried that you're sick."

Tong Beibei's heart was warm, warmer than the porridge Qin Ling gave him.

Tong Beibei drank porridge, and Qin Ling sat across from him to review the documents.

After Tong Beibei finished eating, she put down the spoon, folded her arms and leaned on the edge of the table, watching Qin Ling silently.

Qin Ling looked at the document, raised his eyes, saw Tong Beibei was looking at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Husband," Tong Beibei spoke softly with a nasal voice, as if she was being coquettish, but she was indeed coquettish, "Can you hug me?"

Qin Ling raised his eyebrows, it's impossible for a man not to eat this - he walked around the dining table and walked up to Tong Beibei, who hugged his waist and pressed his face against him.

Qin Ling put his arms around his shoulders and stroked his soft short hair.

In the afternoon, Qin Ling was working in the living room, and Tong Beibei stayed beside him quietly like a kitten—sometimes leaning against him, sometimes lying on the sofa, sometimes lying beside the tea table, and sometimes nestling on the lazy sofa inside.

Tong Beibei seems to have countless comfortable and quiet postures, comfortable and cozy, seeing Qin Ling, a workaholic, wants to rest a little bit.

Qin Ling also finally knew that Tong Beibei said that she was not modest, but really very nerdy, and that she was experienced, contented, happy and leisurely.

Qin Ling looked at Tong Beibei, and occasionally thought, don't you feel bored just being idle?

Seeing that Tong Beibei was not bored at all, and she was quite at ease and comfortable, Qin Ling felt that his questions were superfluous, and wanted to take a leisurely time.

It's a pity that Assistant Li sends a message every 5 minutes and makes a video call every 10 minutes.

Even if Qin Ling had the heart, he didn't have the time.

Unknown, his partner nestled in the beanbag sofa and searched on his mobile phone:

[Can a cold be contagious by kissing? 】

Search results: [Yes. 】

Tong Beibei: ...

Ok.

But after the salted fish has been cooked with small meat, it has the meaning of eating marrow and knowing the taste.

He knows that colds are contagious.

If you don't kiss, you can't kiss.

Meat sticks or something...

Although a little embarrassed, Tong Beibei still took the initiative to lean into Qin Ling's arms while sleeping.

Under the quilt, Qin Ling hugged him: "Huh?"

Tong Beibei's hand rested on Qin Ling's Shi Gengbang's waist, feeling the rough and hard muscle texture in his palm.

Qin Ling realized what he was doing, laughed silently, lowered his eyes, looked at the person in his arms, and asked with his eyes: Are you still honest when you are sick?

With a soft expression and gaze, Tong Beibei pouted: Husband~~

Qin Ling followed that hand.

On this day, You Lan personally called Tong Beibei and invited them to come to their house as guests.

Tong Beibei: "I've had a cold recently, and I'm afraid I'll infect you."

You Lan: "Why are you afraid of catching a cold? Our meals are divided into meals anyway, so you don't have to be afraid of meeting and chatting. Come on."

Tong Beibei went with Qin Ling.

It’s not always easy to go empty-handed as a guest, but it’s really a difficult problem to bring something to Mr. Miao, who has a superb artistic taste——

Mr. Miao may not even look down on commercial items; there is no place to buy artworks for a while.

Tong Beibei thought for a while, and found the drawing board, paper and pen for sketching from the cabinet in the second bedroom.

So on the way there, Qin Ling drove, and Tong Beibei sat in the co-driver and drew.

After arriving at Youlan's house, Tong Beibei just finished drawing a sketch of Teacher Miao.

Qin Ling was surprised: "Do you know how to draw?"

Tong Beibei smiled: "I haven't learned it specially, it was taught by my mother."

Qin Ling didn't know how to draw, but he could tell that the woman Tong Beibei drew on the paper was exactly the same as Teacher Miao.

Qin Ling boasted: "The painting is very similar."

Tong Beibei looked at the painting and pulled it out of the plywood, "Just like it."

After giving the portrait to You Lan, You Lan was overjoyed: "The painting is really good!"

Tong Beibei got along with Youlan in the way an artist likes, and asked when she came up, "Do you like it?"

You Lan smiled from ear to ear: "I like it! I like it so much!"

He also said: "Your mother used to draw portraits of me often. It's been so many years, and now it's you who paint portraits of me."

You Lan liked Tong Beibei very much, and even became enthusiastic towards Qin Ling: "Boss Qin, come and sit down."

He chatted with Qin Ling about some business matters.

Tong Beibei sat aside and listened for a while, only then did she realize why Qin Ling wanted to clear up the relationship with Youlan——

It turned out that Qinling's entrepreneurial partner had acquired a quick land in other provinces before, but due to some formalities, the land was left unfinished.

Qinling went to take care of the land during the Spring Festival, and the procedures and procedures were finally completed, and without changing the nature of the land, it was planned to build a public welfare art building on the land.

In addition to the normal construction application process, this kind of building also needs the co-management documents of the relevant art department.

The Youlan family does exactly this locally.

Tong Beibei didn't know much about business, but seeing You Lan and Qin Ling chatting happily, she thought to herself that Qin Ling's problem should have been resolved.

After dinner, You Lan took Tong Beibei and Qin Ling to appreciate a new work she recently bought.

Qin Ling didn't understand, fearing that his inelegant words would spoil You Lan's interest, he chose to keep his mouth shut.

But Tong Beibei and You Lan had a very harmonious chat—Tong Beibei knew how to appreciate paintings and could speak, and even had a clear understanding of the relevant art background and the characteristics of the times. You Lan said 123, and he could say 456, You Lan talked about his favorite faction, and he could also tell his preferred style.

You Lan wondered how Tong Beibei knew so much.

Tong Beibei smiled: "Some were taught by my mother when she was still alive, and some were read by myself and exhibited."

You Lan was overwhelmed with surprise, and asked Tong Beibei, "What else can you do?"

Tong Beibei smiled: "I'm also good at cooking."

You Lan hugged Tong Beibei's shoulders, her love was beyond words.

The two quickly chatted back to art——

You Lan: "But I still prefer Fauvism, which is exaggerated, strong, rough, and full of passion."

Tong Beibei: "Then you should like Dadaism, which is far beyond reality and has a wider way of expression."

You Lan: "Yes, I have painted a famous oil painting, and it was named by your husband, 'Hamburger'."

Tong Beibei smiled: "The so-called art is used to make different people appreciate different tastes. If everyone looks at a painting and thinks that painting has one content, then what's the point?"

You Lan followed with a smile and said, "Although what you said is obviously favoring your husband, I like it."

"Indeed, there are a thousand pictures in the eyes of a thousand people."

"'Hamburger' is just 'hamburger'. It's better than I really drew a picture of a hamburger. In order to brag about me, others deliberately dragged it on art."

Tong Beibei followed and said, "Even if Ms. Youlan draws hamburgers, it is a unique hamburger of art level."

"Just like Van Gogh's sunflowers, they can be handed down through the ages for future generations to appreciate."

You Lan couldn't help laughing: "Your mouth."

……

Qin Ling looked at Tong Beibei who was chatting with You Lan, and was attracted by the confidence and smile on his face, watching and gradually fascinated.

After he reacted, he raised his eyes, and You Lan watched him with a smile, with the clarity of watching everything in his eyes.

Qin Ling withdrew his gaze, and for some reason, suddenly had the illusion of being seen through at a glance.

But he didn't pay attention to think about what could be seen through his face.

During afternoon tea time, while Tong Beibei was going to the bathroom, You Lan said to Qin Ling: "Do you know that pearls are formed in the slimy mussels, and the environment for growth is really not good. There are all kinds of sand and stones around them. Miscellaneous."

"But when you pry open the mussel meat and take out the pearl from its membrane, the bead will naturally have a pearly luster."

You Lan said pointedly.

She thought, Qin Ling must understand.

You Lan seemed to be thinking about some beautiful human affairs, with a smile on her face, she continued: "Beibei grew up very well, gentle, educated, and with good taste. I think his mother must have spent a lot of energy raising him."

Qin Ling listened carefully, nodded without saying anything.

On the way back, Qin Ling was still driving and Tong Beibei was painting.

This time Tong Beibei painted Qinling.

Qin Ling, who works, is serious, silent, and charming in his eyebrows and eyes.

After the car was parked, Tong Beibei turned the painting over and showed Qin Ling his "achievements".

"How is it?" With a slight smile on Tong Beibei's lips, she raised her chin slightly, waiting for praise, her brows and eyes stretched and confident.

Qin Ling didn't speak, unbuckled the seat belt, looked at the painting, pressed the painting down, jumped over the armrest box, and kissed Tong Beibei.

Tong Beibei: "No!"

Qin Ling kissed him, his expression gradually became fascinated, and he said while kissing: "How much do you have that I don't know?"

Tong Beibei murmured and reminded him: "I have a... Well, I have a cold!"

Qin Ling doesn't care if he has a cold or not, he just wants to kiss Tong Beibei.

Not from a man's physical urge for another man.

But -

I can't help myself, I can't help myself.