salted fish marriage

The next day, Li Meng, whose biological clock was more accurate than the alarm clock, woke up on time.

He stretched and was about to get up, turned over, and picked up his phone, but unexpectedly found that his boss had sent him a message at three o'clock in the morning.

The content is only four words: [Sunday off. 】

Li Meng rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he hadn't woken up.

Are you sure that the word "day" in "Sunday" is written after "rest" and not "go to work"?

Fuck, is it really "rest"?

rest? ? ? ? ?

Li Meng's head was full of question marks, he really felt that it was too unreal, so he didn't lie down in the end, and honestly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He thought to himself: With his workaholic urination, maybe he will send a message later telling him to go to work on time.

As a result, Li Meng waited and waited until eight o'clock at 07:30, and until nine o'clock at eight o'clock.

Um?Really rest?

"..."

Li Meng felt abnormal, too abnormal.

Mr. Qin asked him to leave work early yesterday, and gave him a holiday today. What's the situation?

—

The early morning light fell into the living room where the curtains were not drawn, illuminating the shoes and socks, clothes, watches and belts that were thrown on the floor.

In the bedroom, Tong Beibei, who was sleeping peacefully, was buried under the soft pillow and pure white silk quilt, her head was exposed, and there was a smooth shoulder with hickey marks on one side.

In the bathroom that was separated from the bedroom by a wall, Qin Ling walked out after washing up.

He pushed open the bedroom door, lay on his side on the bed behind Tong Beibei, hugged the person in front of him through the quilt, and looked down at his partner who had been lingering with him for half the night.

"Babe."

It was nine o'clock, and Qin Ling wanted to wake him up for something to eat.

Tong Beibei didn't move.

Qin Ling yelled again, Tong Beibei fell into a deep sleep.

Ok.

Qin Ling didn't yell anymore, bowed his head and kissed Tong Beibei's forehead, got out of bed and left, closing the door gently.

At ten o'clock, Qin Ling, who was standing in the kitchen, received a call from Li Meng.

"President Qin."

Qin Ling was cooking porridge for Tong Beibei.

He held the mobile phone in one hand, and held the spoon in the other to stir the porridge in the pot evenly. He said "um" and asked, "what's the matter."

Li Meng's voice was uncertain: "Aren't you going to work today?"

Qin Ling: "No."

He added, "I sent you a message in the early morning."

Li Meng asked conscientiously, "Did something happen?"

The more Mr. Li thought about it, the more he felt that something might have happened at work. The boss thought he was cumbersome, and thought it would be better not to take him with him, so he gave him a vacation.

Well, it must be so!

Li Meng felt that no one knew his workaholic boss better than him.

"Something happened?"

Qin Ling denied: "No, I'm at home, I won't go to the company today."

Li Meng was stunned.

Qin Ling stirred the porridge: "That's it." He hung up the phone.

Yes, Mr. Qin, a workaholic, plans to take two days off this weekend.

One day he accompanied his partner back to his alma mater, and the other day he stayed at home to take care of Bei Bei who had been tossed about by him for half the night.

He felt that it should be so, of course.

Like he feels like he should go to work every day.

only--

Qin Ling reflected while cooking porridge. He felt that he had gone too far yesterday.

One, the time is too long;

Second, there are too many lingering ways.

Three, the first time, inexperienced, not gentle enough, and maybe lacking in skills.

Pay attention later.

As if he was reviewing a big project, Qin Ling seriously reflected on that captivating night before.

He also stayed at home as he did when Tong Beibei fell ill last time, taking care of his partner as best he could.

However, Tong Beibei slept all the time, Qin Ling went to call him, Tong Beibei buried his head under the quilt with his eyes closed, and said in a low voice, "My body hurts."

Qin Ling hurriedly asked him what was wrong.

Tong Beibei's voice came out of his nasal cavity, weakly: "Waist."

Qin Ling really thought about whether to take Tong Beibei to the hospital, and after deciding whether to go or not was the result of his sins committed last night, he pressed Tong Beibei's waist through the quilt and said, "I will You knead?"

Tong Beibei moved under the quilt, her brows furrowed, her rejection was obvious.

Qin Ling took his hand away and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to get up and eat something?"

Then he said, "Shall I feed you?"

Tong Beibei didn't answer, but hummed twice, kept her eyes closed, and fell asleep again after a while.

Afraid of disturbing him, Qin Ling went out.

After I went out, I reflected again, and thought that the current situation might be because of Beibei's illness?

He was inexperienced and worried, so he thought about it and gave Chu Huaiyan a call.

Chu Huaiyan: "Hey, what's the matter?"

Qin Ling hesitated for a few seconds, but said it anyway, and asked, "Will you get sick if you don't pay attention when you do it?"

Chu Huaiyan was drinking water, when he heard this, he spit out the water in one gulp.

He was taken aback: "Fuck, I thought you were consulting me about work, what the hell are you asking me about!?"

Qin Ling said calmly, "That's what I'm asking you."

Chu Huaiyan: "When do you do it?"

After a few seconds of silence, wondering, I asked, "Are you consulting beforehand, or discussing afterward?"

Qin Ling: "Later."

Chu Huaiyan became interested: "You are not asking about you and your newly married wife, are you? Sure, old virgins have come to ask about this."

Qin Ling calmly said: "If you don't say anything, I'll die."

Chu Huaiyan hurriedly said, "Tell me! I'll tell you!"

Ask: "What happened? Afterwards?"

Guess: "Where is the pain? Or where is the bruise."

Just as he was about to say that if there was swelling there, it would be best to see an anorectal specialist and go to the hospital, Qin Ling said to him: "I can't wake up all the time."

Chu Huaiyan: "..."

Chu Huaiyan yelled: "Damn it, why are you showing off your 'skills' with me!"

"If he doesn't wake up, he's still tired, and if he's tired, he's tormented by you!"

"What else can I do? Let him continue to sleep!"

Tong Beibei woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon, not by herself, but by the ringing of her mobile phone.

He was in a daze, and when he answered, Jia Rui's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Dude, what are you doing, I sent you a few messages and you didn't reply."

Tong Beibei shrank into the quilt, closed her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Well, I didn't see it."

Jia Rui heard: "Are you sleeping?"

Tong Beibei: "Yes."

Jia Rui: "Yes, I also want to ask if you are going to school today."

Tong Beibei said weakly: "I won't go."

Jia Rui: "Let's do it."

He also said: "It's rare to be free, why don't we get together at night? It's me on my side, and you bring your husband on your side."

Tong Beibei yawned, closed her eyes and said, "Another day, next time, I'm sleepy."

Jia Rui wondered: "What did you do last night? Are you so tired?"

Tong Beibei didn't answer, but said in her heart: Fuck me.

Jia Rui: "That's fine, let's do it next time."

He added: "But after hanging up the phone later, you can push your husband's WeChat account to me first."

"Coming together, it's your husband again. I just met him."

Tong Beibei: "OK."

After hanging up the phone, Tong Beibei opened her eyes and pushed Qinling's WeChat business card to Jia Rui.

After a while, in the living room outside, Qin Ling, who was washing fruits for Tong Beibei, heard a notification tone from his mobile phone.

He washed the fruit, wiped his hands, picked up his phone, saw the content, and directly approved Jia Rui's friend application.

Qin Ling guessed that Tong Beibei had just pushed his business card, and thought that Tong Beibei had woken up, so he took the fruit and walked towards the bedroom.

As soon as the door opened, the arched piece on the bed remained motionless.

It's already afternoon.

Qin Ling sat by the bed, rummaged through the quilt, and found Tong Beibei's head.

"Babe."

Tong Beibei finally woke up a little, hummed, but her eyes were still closed.

Qin Ling coaxed: "Are you hungry? Would you like some fruit?"

Tong Beibei opened her mouth.

This really looks like a salted fish.

Qin Ling grinned sullenly, took the plate and started to feed it mouthful.

At night, Tong Beibei was completely awake.

He stretched, and just moved a little, ah!Shoulder!ah!waist!ah!leg!

Xianyu felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

Qin Ling was sitting on the bed next to him looking at his mobile phone. Seeing that Tong Beibei's hand was stuck half way out, he quickly threw away the mobile phone and moved over, with a concerned tone, asking, "What's wrong?"

Tong Beibei retracted her arm obediently, and hummed: "I hurt."

Qin Ling: "Where?"

Tong Beibei: "Shoulders, back, waist, legs."

After a pause, "And the butt."

Qin Ling wanted to be concerned, and laughed out loud at the sound of "ass".

Tong Beibei hurriedly corrected: "It's not there! I mean the literal ass."

Qin Ling couldn't help laughing, and asked concerned: "Does it hurt there?"

Tong Beibei huddled under the quilt with his head exposed. When Qin Ling asked this, he blinked and was bored for a while, and said truthfully, "It doesn't hurt."

Qin Ling looked at Tong Beibei shortly, with a smile on his lips.

Tong Beibei looked at him for a few seconds, knowing what he was laughing at, and was ashamed.

Tong Beibei began to shrink into the quilt, but was "caught" by Qin Ling, "fished" out, and said, "Salted fish is not a snail, where did the shell come from?"

The shame on Tong Beibei's face was clear.

He raised his hand, covered his face with his hand, and separated his fingertips, revealing a pair of moist and bright eyes after getting enough sleep.

Blinking, looking at Qin Ling.

Qin Ling laughed and called him: "Bei Bei."

Taking one of his hands away, he lowered his head and kissed his lips.

After kissing, their faces were touching, Qin Ling asked in a calm voice: "Is yesterday okay?"

Tong Beibei pursed her lips and nodded.

The scenes of last night flashed through my mind, and my ears turned red.

Qin Ling asked again: "Do you like it?"

Tong Beibei:!

Who would ask that afterward?

It's not about sending a gift to ask if you like it.

Qin Ling didn't give Tong Beibei time to answer, but bowed his head and kissed again.

It's not just a kiss, or a few kisses, but a lingering kiss, so that Tong Beibei, a salted fish with a shell, is honest, lying quietly, leaning on the pillow, not retracting into the quilt.

After the kiss, the two of them pressed their foreheads together, and Qin Ling promised him face to face in a low tone: "I will be careful in the future."

Xianyu nodded, "Mmm".

Qin Ling: "Can you get up?"

Xianyu spoke hoarsely, and said, "I don't want to move."

Qin Ling said casually: "I'll bring the rice in, do you want porridge or a meal?"

Xianyu remembered it and asked, "Did you rest today too? Didn't you go to the company?"

"Ah."

Tong Beibei: "Have some porridge, I'm not too hungry."

After eating, Tong Beibei finally got out of bed. When she was getting dressed, she realized that there were marks everywhere on her body, either from kisses or from being pressed, especially on the shoulders and waist, where the most marks were also the most. acid.

He stood in front of the mirror and brushed his teeth. While brushing, he opened his clothes and looked at his shoulders. He said in his heart that he didn’t know that these marks could be removed in a few days. Anyway, he didn’t want to go to Danny’s for yoga recently——his yoga clothes Both are low-cut crewnecks.

Thinking about how the marks on the neck and shoulders were formed...

Tong Beibei showed a pleasant aftertaste expression to herself in the mirror.

Because of this, the corners of his lips could not help but hang up, and his thoughts also drifted away——

Is Qinling really the first time?

Too……

It lasted.

it is good……

Big yo.

Tong Beibei thought about it, grinning behind her ears.

May I ask who doesn't want to laugh with such a husband?

Xianyu wished he could put his hips on his hips, looked up to the sky and laughed.

At night, Tong Beibei was lying in Qin Ling's arms, almost laughing because she was in such a good mood.

Seeing the corners of Tong Beibei's mouth twitching, Qin Ling thought he had something to say, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tong Beibei shook her head.

Put your hands on Qin Ling's shabby chest.

Ah~~

After hugging silently for a while, Tong Beibei suddenly thought of a certain question. She was not ashamed to ask at first, thinking that Qin Ling was usually busy with work and traveled a lot, so that matter might not be guaranteed, and it was also one of the things that needed to be adjusted in marriage. Finally, he whispered out: "Then—"

Tong Beibei: "Then how many times a week shall we do?"

Qin Ling didn't expect it to be such a topic, he was stunned for a moment, began to think, and asked at the same time: "What do you think?"

Tong Beibei poked Qin Ling's chest with the tip of her index finger, thinking, "I don't know."

Then he said, "I'm usually at home. For you, work overtime or go on a business trip or something..."

Qin Ling didn't speak, this question really captivated him.

But not long after—

Holding someone in his arms, his chest was poked and poked again...

Qin Ling moved and let out a sigh of relief: "Beibei."

Tong Beibei looked up: "Huh?"

Qin Ling kissed her...

In the end, Tong Beibei didn't get an accurate answer of how many times a week.

However, according to Qin Ling's performance in the past two nights, Tong Beibei thought about it and felt that the answer was not important.

At this point, Tong Beibei feels that this marriage is completely on the right track.

I am also very happy that he and Qin Ling are very harmonious.

I just don't know if it's because it's the first time for both of them, and this first time came too late, both he and Qin Ling feel like they can't taste enough.

He, it doesn't matter if he doesn't go to work anyway, if he goes to bed later at night, he can still catch up on sleep during the day, Qin Ling...

Qin Ling got off work at seven o'clock in the evening and didn't go to the company until ten o'clock in the morning this week.

Tong Beibei is a little worried: Qinling will be 33 after the new year, isn't it 23, and this week started to get up late and return early?

Too tired?

I don't know, but the company and Li Meng also raised the same question.

【Extra!seven o'clock!The boss is off work again! 】

[No, what's going on?I have been in the company for many years, but I have never seen him leave work so early.There must be something wrong, right? 】

[Could it be something at home? 】

[Who knows!Anyway, it's scary!Rumors began to spread downstairs, saying that our company is dying. 】

【fart!They can't! 】

Assistant Li sighed.

The boss is late again.

The boss left again at seven o'clock.

The boss told him again and again that he could leave work.

Li Meng silently bit his cuffs in his heart: Mr. Qin, do you have any dissatisfaction with me?Is it because I haven't done a good job recently?Don't you need my general help?

What I did wrong, you tell me.

I can change it!

real! TVT

Finally, on Friday of this week, Qin Ling was going on a business trip.

The whole company, especially Li Meng: Hurray!The boss is finally back to normal!

However, when Li Meng followed the driver Lao Zhang to Qinling, he watched Tong Beibei sit in the back row.

Li Meng: "...Brother Tong, where are you going?"

Tong Beibei herself was also a little puzzled, and replied: "Ah, Qin Ling said that this business trip is not too busy, so take me with you."

Li Meng:! ! !

Thunder and bang!

Li Meng turned back unacceptably.

No, this must not be his boss who has a clear distinction between public and private, and has only career in his eyes.

Definitely Not--!

The back of the car.

Tong Beibei looked out the window and yawned.

Qin Ling put away the armrest box between the seats, sat a little closer, put his arms around Tong Beibei's shoulders, and let him lean against him.

Tong Beibei leaned on Qin Ling's shoulder.

Qin Ling whispered: "Sleep for a while if you're sleepy."

"Yeah." Tong Beibei yawned and stood next to Qinling.

With a familiar good smell, a reliable partner, and strong shoulders, his heart was very stable and he felt full of security, so he quickly closed his eyes.

The car drove steadily to the airport.

Tong Beibei's face was also very peaceful.

It was the first time Qin Ling went on a business trip. He didn't take a nap, thinking that he had enough energy for the next trip;

His eyes and attention were on Tong Beibei beside him.