salted fish marriage

Qin Ling was "impeached" at the shareholder meeting.

Here's the thing:

After Wei Shengming was dismissed and fined, he applied again for an extraordinary general meeting of shareholders.

From the application to the approval of more than half of the shareholders, to the publicity to the confirmation of the convening and then to the official convening, it happened to be the week of Tong Beibei's birthday.

It just so happened that the financial report for the Q4 quarter of last year was announced.

The content of the financial report is not satisfactory, and the stock price has fallen a bit in the past two days.

As soon as this extraordinary shareholders' meeting was held, Qin Ling, as the CEO, immediately attracted "bombardment" from the shareholders.

Qin Ling sat in the main seat, originally listening quite calmly, but while listening, he was distracted thinking about where to take Beibei for dinner at night.

Just as he was thinking about it, one of the shareholders present said, "Boss Qin has time to accompany his lover to spend a lot of money on the cruise ship and set off fireworks for his birthday. Don't you have time to take care of the company's projects?"

Li Meng trembled, and saw Qin Ling put down the pen in his hand.

There was a sudden silence in the conference hall.

Qin Ling put his foot on the ground, and the swivel chair turned straight, facing the crowd.

Without saying anything, he opened the black conference folder in front of him, flipped through a few pages, took out a few sheets of paper, and threw them at everyone.

"Since Mr. Ji talked about my personal affairs, let me also ask Mr. Ji, how much did you and Mr. Wei contribute to the projects invested in last year's Q4 quarter report?

"If Mr. Ji doesn't remember, take a good look at the notes under the report."

Mr. Ji immediately said: "Long-term investment does not have such a fast return of funds!"

Qin Ling followed up and said: "Oh, it turns out that Mr. Ji can understand the financial report, so most of the main operating costs in Q4 last year were advances from project funds. Mr. Ji should also understand it, right?"

"The investment building is still under construction. It is estimated that the funds will be returned in Q3 this year. Are you too impatient?"

Qin Ling looked at everyone indifferently, and his gaze swept across Wei Shengming's face at the other end of the conference table.

"Also," Qin Ling picked up the pen again, twirling it between his five fingers, "for the next week, I will pay out of my pocket every day to set off fireworks to celebrate my wife's birthday."

"No reason, I'm happy."

Everyone: "..."

"So, our dinner this week is in the park?" Tong Beibei asked while sitting on the sofa at home, eating fruit.

Qin Ling raised his head, leaned comfortably on the back of the sofa, and soaked his feet, "Yeah."

Tong Beibei: "You don't even pack the cruise ship, do you?"

Qin Ling covered his face with a hot towel, his voice muffled in the towel, and said: "I thought about it, but after celebrating your birthday that day, other people came to charter the cruise. I asked Li Meng to book a restaurant with a good view for me, and we will watch it in the restaurant."

Tong Beibei couldn't laugh or cry: "A week of fireworks, are you angry with your shareholders? Or are you angry with your own wallet?"

Qin Ling uttered a dialect: "I can spend the money in my pocket as I like."

Speaking back to Mandarin: "It's for my wife, how can I say 'I can't live with my wallet'."

So for the next few days, both of them enjoyed the fireworks by the lake in the park while having dinner.

Qin Ling did what he said, and really celebrated his birthday for a week. Every night, the fireworks had the words "Bei Bei, happy birthday".

The girl at the next table who ate with the restaurant said: "I don't know which sister is so good at pinching the man to death."

"Publish the book, I will definitely buy the book."

Tong Beibei couldn't laugh or cry.

However, Qin Ling's appetite didn't seem to be very good, and he put down his chopsticks every night when he couldn't eat much.

Tong Beibei asked him, "What's wrong?"

Qin Ling: "Eating it every day makes me tired."

Fireworks are blooming grandly on the lake outside their window.

Tong Beibei: "Do you want to eat something sweet?"

Qin Ling: "Huh?"

Tong Beibei: "Red bean soup?"

Qin Ling: "Is it cooked at home?"

Tong Beibei shook her head: "I always get bored when cooking beans. They are either too raw or too old. There is a shop that does a good job. Shall I take you there?"

Qin Ling nodded: "Okay."

Tong Beibei took Qin Ling to the old street where he blocked Qin Mushan before.

The old street has been around for some years, with low houses and bumpy stone roads.

Qin Ling parked the car outside and walked inside with Tong Beibei.

The path is cramped, the street lights are dim, and you turn left and right. There is a light on the narrow front of a house in front of you. Something is cooking at the door, and white steam is rising from the mouth of the pot.

Tong Beibei took Qin Ling over, and said hello at the door: "Grandma."

The gray-haired, hunchbacked old woman turned her head, and when she saw Tong Beibei, she laughed and said, "Oh, it's you, you haven't been here for a while."

The old lady greeted: "Is it still the third child?"

Tong Beibei took Qin Ling and sat down at the low table: "Yes, bring me an extra bowl of red bean soup."

Qin Ling went to high-end places every day, and he didn't dislike the dilapidated low stools and low tables in this small house that looked a little greasy.

He sat normally, very accustomed to sitting, stretched his hands between his legs, and moved the stool forward.

He looked around and asked Tong Beibei, "Do you come here often?"

Tong Beibei took the two bowls of red bean soup brought by the grandmother, one for Qin Ling and one for herself, then took two white spoons from the box on the table, handed one to Qin Ling, and held the other for herself. Blowing into the mouth of the bowl, he said, "My high school is near here, and I often come here when I am in school."

He also said: "The red bean soup here used to cost two yuan a bowl, but now it is only five yuan. It is very soft and sticky. I used to eat a bowl almost every day."

Qin Ling took a sip, it was really delicious.

There is a sugar jar on the table, and Tong Beibei asked him, "Do you want to add sugar? There is sugar here."

Qin Ling didn't add it, but Tong Beibei added half a spoonful.

Qin Ling: "Do you like sweets?"

Tong Beibei: "The red beans are sweeter and delicious."

Qin Ling discovered that Tong Beibei added sugar after drinking the soup above. White sugar was mixed into the red beans. Every pore on Bei's face seemed to say: delicious, so delicious!

Qin Ling thought it was delicious just by looking at it, so he ate it accordingly.

After eating, there is also a tea egg and a bowl of small bubble wontons.

Tong Beibei peeled the tea eggs, and said to Qin Ling: "I used to eat these three things every day, and they are addictive, really."

Qin Ling: "So delicious?"

Tong Beibei nodded straight.

Qin Ling bowed his head and ate a mouthful of wontons. The skin was tender and the stuffing was fresh. It was really delicious. Then he ate the tea eggs. The egg whites were tender and fragrant.

Qin Ling ate three bowls of small wontons in one go, and the grandmother stood by and looked at them, smiling until the wrinkles at the end of her eyes deepened.

After eating, the two of them didn't leave, they sat chatting in this shop with bright lights and a stove burning at the door.

Tong Beibei: "Is the shareholder meeting just for scolding executives?"

Qin Ling: "Others don't know, but in Lushan's case, they sometimes quarrel."

Tong Beibei: "Can you win the argument?"

Qin Ling: "I just sit and watch them argue."

Tong Beibei: "Why did you mention that you celebrated my birthday during the meeting?"

Qin Ling: "Maybe it's because I haven't quarreled for two years, and they will turn their faces if they forget about me."

Tong Beibei rested her elbows on her knees, and supported her face with her hands. She looked at Qin Ling seriously, after a few glances, she shook her head.

Qin Ling: "Can't imagine what it would be like for me to turn my face around?"

Tong Beibei thought for a while: "Is it more fierce than when you pulled your partner out of the car under the elevated road that day?"

Qin Ling: "More than that."

Tong Beibei pretended to be surprised: "Wow~"

Qin Ling rested his elbows on the edge of the table, and couldn't help laughing: "Wow, wow, it's a bit deliberate."

Tong Beibei: "I'll cheer you up."

After ten o'clock, the store was about to close. Qin Ling and Tong Beibei came out of the store, and together they helped to close the shutter door for the old lady from the outside.

The two walked out side by side.

Qin Ling always felt that he didn't know enough about the person he liked, and only now did he know that Beibei liked the red bean soup here.

He asked, "Besides here, what else do you like?"

Tong Beibei's tone of chatting: "Fresh meat and egg yolk rice dumplings on Zhairen Road, there is a grandfather's roasted corn at the entrance of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, mutton soup on Suxin Street, and egg pancakes on Beimen Road."

Qin Ling: "What else?"

Tong Beibei: "Huh?"

Qin Ling: "Except for food."

"a lot."

Tong Beibei: "I like all the beautiful things in this world."

"Beautiful fireworks, beautiful view."

"Willows in spring, lotus in summer."

"I like things that make people feel good and make people relax."

"Like humorous, elegant, pleasing to the eye, or easy to understand."

Tong Beibei expresses herself generously: "I like everything!"

The faint crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the deep shadow falls at the feet.

Qin Ling stopped, faced Tong Beibei, folded his pockets with both hands, and asked, "Where is that person? What kind of person do you like?"

Tong Beibei: "I like them too."

"Humorous, knowledgeable, kind, and talented."

"Those who can get along with me, express kindness to me."

Qin Ling pursed his lips into a smile, shook his head, and said, "I didn't ask that."

He took two steps closer, came to Tong Beibei, locked his eyes on the partner in front of him with concentration and seriousness, and said, "I'm asking you, specifically about a person, what do you like about him?"

After a pause, he emphasized: "Man."

Tong Beibei stood between the low wall and the Qinling Mountains, looked back and blinked, a little confused, thought for a while, and said, "I like it..."

man?

"High……"

"good-looking……"

"In good shape..."

Qin Ling smiled muffledly, and walked half a step closer, next to Tong Beibei, and said, "Why are you so uncertain."

Tong Beibei said with certainty this time: "I'm actually a bit of a face control."

Qin Ling raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"So you do like tall, good-looking, and well-shaped people. Do you?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps closer.

Tong Beibei was pushed directly under the wall, next to the wall behind him.

Qin Ling leaned slightly and stared at him. After a while, he raised his arms and propped them against his face, and his shallow breath also approached.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, and Tong Beibei blinked in confusion.

But Qin Ling in front of him whispered in a calm voice: "Since you like these."

"I'm good-looking, tall, and in good shape. May I think that you like me?"

Tong Beibei: "..."

what?

what?

The topic suddenly changed like this, and Tong Beibei couldn't react.

Qin Ling tilted his head, approached him bit by bit, kissed him, and kissed him lightly with his soft lips, while kissing so lightly, whispered in a bewitching voice: "Bebe, say you like it."

Tong Beibei leaned against the wall, embarrassed by the ambiguous atmosphere.

Qin Ling continued to kiss, very lightly, and continued to bewitch: "Say, say you like it."

Tong Beibei kissed back, her eyes gradually narrowed with obsession.

Qin Ling hugged him: "Beibei, tell me."

"Tell me."

Tong Beibei said "Hmm", and was drawn in the good atmosphere of the kiss, and said softly, "I like it."

The corners of Qin Ling's lips curled up, and his ears turned red.