salted fish marriage

On the bed in the bedroom, Tong Beibei thought she had made a mistake.

When Qin Ling finished kissing him and raised his neck, he confirmed that Qin Ling's ears were really red.

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He felt a little strange, and when he stretched out his arms to hug Qin Ling's shoulders, he squeezed them.

Qin Ling was burying himself on his neck, adjusting his breathing, preparing to get up and go to work later.

Feeling that Beibei was pinching his ear, he turned his head a little and said, "Huh?"

Tong Beibei: "Your ears are red."

Qin Ling buried it back, sniffing the scent of the person beneath him: "Yes."

What more.

Qin Ling thought: His heartbeat is also very fast, it is throbbing in front of the person he likes.

Qin Ling lay on Beibei's body, reluctant to get up, and asked, "Come over for lunch?"

Tong Beibei: "I'm going to Danny's at noon, I can't make it."

Qin Ling: "At night?"

Tong Beibei: "I have an appointment with Min Heng for dinner."

Qin Ling was a little dissatisfied, bit Tong Beibei's ear, and said, "Give me some time."

Tong Beibei reached out, grabbed the phone on the bed and looked at the time, "Boss Qin, it's nine fifty, if you don't leave, you can stay home and have lunch."

Hearing this, Qin Ling raised his neck, kissed Tong Beibei twice on the lips, and finally got up.

Sitting up, he leaned over and kissed three or four more times.

Tong Beibei was so kissed that she laughed, and urged him: "Okay, okay, it's done."

Qin Ling went to work, Tong Beibei packed up and went to Danny's place.

When doing yoga, Tong Beibei could clearly feel the soreness in the back of the waist. Danny saw it, and squatted down to help him correct his movements. At the end, he said: "Is the 'happiness' too much at night?"

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Danny clicked his tongue: "Look at the mark on your back shoulder."

Danny: "Your husband is a dog, that's a good idea."

Tong Beibei's face became hot when she was told.

After the class was over, Danny chatted with him again.

"Your husband must think you're super 'good' and super 'right', right?"

"definitely!"

"You know that many of our movements can train the muscles there."

"When it's used, it's definitely 'doing more with less'!"

"..."

Tong Beibei suddenly thought, Qin Ling has been working so hard recently, is it because of this?

In the evening, having dinner with Min Heng, Min Heng talked about Chu Huaiyan: "That's a bit strange recently."

Tong Beibei: "What's wrong?"

Min Heng: "He actually asked me if I wanted to charter a cruise ship, and set off fireworks outside the cruise ship while doing it inside the cruise ship."

Tong Beibei choked on the soup.

No matter what Min Heng thinks, he feels that Chu Huaiyan is strange recently.

Tong Beibei thought of something and asked, "Are you... very frequent?"

"Ok?"

Min Heng and Tong Beibei seldom talk about these things, but Min Heng can talk about everything. Since Tong Beibei asked, he replied, "Almost." Looking up at Tong Beibei, he said: " I told you, I can't get along with anything, except in bed."

Tong Beibei: "Would you like to do it if you get along well?"

While eating, Min Heng gave Tong Beibei a strange look: "Why do you ask this?"

"Oh~~" Min Heng understood.

Min Heng whispered and blinked: "Are you and your husband really getting along too?"

Tong Beibei was too embarrassed to talk about this, so she lowered her gaze.

Min Heng said generously: "Of course you get along more often if you get along well. Men, why don't you just go to Sanlu?"

Tong Beibei thought to herself, it really is because of this that Qin Ling has been so frequent recently.

Frequent has its benefits—Tong Beibei himself has needs and enjoys them.

Of course, it’s also a bit bad—Tong Beibei is used to salty fish, and he emphasizes "enough" and "comfort" in everything.

His dream of a happy life is to "exercise" before going to bed, sleep until dawn after "exercise", and sleep for ten hours.

But the recent one has already started to make him go to bed after twelve o'clock every day.

Salted fish feels a bit too much and can't get enough sleep.

Tong Beibei asked Min Heng: "Then when will the frequency drop?"

Min Heng shrugged: "I've done enough, I don't want to do it that much."

Laughing, teasing, "You two have only been married for a few months, so where is this?"

Tong Beibei: Huh?

Min Heng looked directly at Tong Beibei with his beautiful cat eyes like a fairy: "And you are such a 'superior product', no man can get enough of it."

"You still want to 'frequency drop'?"

"Stop dreaming."

"If I were your husband, I would 'eat' you 24 hours a day."

"..."

Tong Beibei gestured to stop here.

"Okay, let's talk about something else."

But in fact, Qin Ling's "frequentness" is far more than that. It's just that he is too busy and travels a lot. In addition, Xianyu never thinks too much about it, so Tong Beibei didn't notice other "abnormalities".

The days went on so smoothly.

In mid-May, Qin Ling and Tong Beibei moved to a new house.

On the day of moving, Qin Ling was on a business trip, Tong Beibei found a moving company and Lao Zhang, and called Tong Xiaochuan and Qin Mushan, two little devils, over to help.

The moving company is Japanese-style. No matter what you move, you will pack it in boxes in advance to prevent bumps.

But even so, some personal belongings are not convenient for the moving company to arrange by themselves, so Tong Beibei assigned work to Tong Xiaochuan and Qin Mushan, and several people worked together to arrange it faster.

When Tong Xiaochuan tidied up the storage room, he raised his voice and shouted: "Brother, are these things in the storage room useful or not? If they are useless, why don't you just discard them?"

Tong Beibei's voice came from the bedroom: "I don't want anything, I want it."

Tong Xiaochuan took the packing of the two moving companies.

When the two boxes on the cabinet were packed, Tong Xiaochuan opened it and took a look. He found it strange to see safety helmets and calipers on the construction site inside.

Why is there such a thing at home.

Qin Mushan came over, took a look into the box, and immediately said: "This is my brother's."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, definitely."

Tong Xiaoyu passed the box to the moving company and asked them to pack it, muttering, "Those are all old things, right? Why are they still kept? They take up space."

Qin Mushan: "What do you know, you little brat? It's all the property of 'fighting the country' back then. Can you not keep it?"

Tong Xiaochuan: "You're just a brat!"

Qin Mushan: "Little devil."

Tong Xiaochuan: "You're just a kid!"

Tong Beibei: "What are you two brats arguing about?"

While moving, I found a pile of unopened luxury bags in the second bedroom.

No one knows what's inside, but just by looking at the logo on the brand new bag, you know it's not cheap.

Tong Xiaochuan was curious: "What is it?"

Qin Mushan: "What else can I have? My brother bought it for my sister-in-law."

Tong Xiaochuan: "No matter what."

Qin Mushan was triumphant: "It means that if you buy too much, if you don't have time to dismantle it, my brother will hurt people."

After moving everything to the new home, Tong Beibei spent a week tidying up little by little. When it was time to tidy up the room, he moved Qin Ling's clothes to the bedroom where the 78 bed was placed, and his own. The bedroom next door.

One more thing:

During the Spring Festival in Qinling, the car bought for 200 million yuan arrived.

Tong Beibei picked up the new car and parked the new car and the little blue car in the underground parking space next to the new house.

He jokingly touched the little blue car: I also found you a husband.

Since then, the married life of the couple has entered a new chapter.

When Qin Ling returned home from this business trip, he would return to their new house.

He kissed Tong Beibei in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling painting in the living room of the new house: "Miss me?"

Tong Beibei said honestly: "I've been busy moving recently, so I don't really miss it."

Qin Ling hugged Tong Beibei and kissed him: "I miss you very much."

Listening to these sweet words, Tong Beibei's heart was full.

But he didn't expect that after the kiss, Qin Ling stuffed him with something else.

"This is the house book, the utility card."

Qin Ling took out a stack of things from nowhere, and Tong Beibei stared straight at it.

"This card is responsible for all expenses in the family."

"This is your pocket money."

"The 380-square-meter apartment in Jinheng Mansion is also here, so you can keep it together."

"This is my salary card."

Hearing the words "salary card", Tong Beibei hurriedly stopped: "It's done!"

Qin Ling looked at Tong Beibei.

Tong Beibei: "Now I have several vacant houses, shops, and office buildings," all of which were given by the Tong family. "All of them are handed over to the real estate agency."

Tong Beibei: "There's a lot of cash too." Some were given by Tong's family, some were from him, and some were left over from Qin Ling who had used them for his house before.

Tong Beibei said sincerely: "These are enough for me to manage my money for a while."

Give Xianyu some free time.

Fine.

Qin Ling asked about the situation at home: "The upstairs and downstairs are so big, please ask an aunt to clean them."

Tong Beibei: "Already invited. She was my mother's escort in the hospital before. Auntie is very nice. I let her come three days a week."

Qin Ling nodded, and put his arm around Tong Beibei's shoulder: "The family wants you to worry a lot."

Tong Beibei didn't feel bothered, it was a simple matter.

After tidying up the house, because the place is much larger than the previous house in Jinheng Mansion, the living room can be used to lie down or nest, and mats can be laid out for yoga. There are flowers and tools on the terrace. thing.

Life is really comfortable.

only--

At night, when Tong Beibei was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, Qin Ling walked in with her half naked body brushing her hair while pushing the door open.

Tong Beibei raised her neck and blinked: "Your room is next door."

Qin Ling sat at the end of the bed and asked in an ordinary tone: "Why did you sleep in a separate room again?"

Tong Beibei explained: "I bought that bed specially for you."

Qin Ling remembered: "Oh, the one with 78 yuan."

Qin Ling didn't move.

Tong Beibei: "Go to sleep and watch."

78 is so expensive, it cannot be wasted.

After Qin Ling wiped her hair, she gave an inviting look: "Let's go together."

Tong Beibei: "I won't go."

As soon as the words were finished, Qin Ling got up and approached, bent down and picked Tong Beibei up from the bed including the quilt.

Tong Beibei was startled and called out. Qin Ling had already carried him a few steps to the door, opened the half-closed door with his foot, and walked out.

A few more steps to the next door, put Tong Beibei on the 78 bed, and pressed her up.

Qin Ling: "My wife."

Tong Beibei immediately understood, and said shyly, "Aren't you tired when you just came back?"

Qin Ling lowered his head and kissed Tong Beibei's lips lightly, with light in his eyes, he said, "I'm not tired."

"But I'm tired." Wrapped in the quilt, Tong Beibei whispered, "I've been busy for more than a week after moving and tidying up."

Qin Ling kissed Tong Beibei, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Then I'll be gentle, try to hurry up."

Tong Beibei was about to speak, but Qin Ling didn't give him another chance to speak.

The next day, Tong Beibei didn't know how Qin Ling felt when he slept on this bed. He felt that the money was not wasted - his waist didn't feel sore anymore.

It turned out that it was sour before, not because of Qinling, but because of the bad bed?