[Golden String + Net King] Arc

"I am back."

"Well, Lian, it's so early?" Qing Yu, wearing an apron, tied her long hair behind her head, poking her head out of the kitchen.

Yuesen took off his coat, walked towards the kitchen, put his arms around his wife, and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, "En."

Admittedly, it is already Yuesen language to some extent.

Because of preparations for the new Japanese training camp, the newly promoted couple was sent back to Japan by the orchestra.Coupled with the fact that the focus of their work has shifted to Asia in recent years, they can stay in Japan for a long time this time.

When Mr. Xiao En knew that the two decided to give up most of the concerts in Europe, he was quite sorry, but both of them were firm in their own ideas, so it was nothing.

After all, both of them are already 25, and it has been three full years since they entered the wedding hall.

For others, the age of 25 is the time to enter the society and work hard for their careers, but for the Tsukimori couple who have had formal performance experience in the orchestra for many years, what they want to seek is a kind of stability.

Flowers, applause, and spotlights have all gone through too much.

Business can develop anywhere, but there is only one family, and it takes a lifetime to manage it well.

After the training camp this time, the two will return to Vienna for the last concert, and then they will officially become the organizers of the Asian branch of the St. Lawrence Orchestra and will be based in Japan.

Qing Yu looked at her hands that were still greasy from cooking, so she stood on tiptoe and kissed her husband lightly on the cheek, "You've been busy all day, go take a shower and eat."

"Okay." Yue Senlian softened her eyes, and her golden eyes shone with a tenderness that cannot be ignored. If outsiders saw the appearance of "Iceberg Prince" at this time, they would definitely drop their jaws in shock.

Although there were only two of them, Qing Yu still cooked a very sumptuous dinner.

Apart from the violin, cooking may be Qing Yu's favorite thing.

Not only because she and Yuesen are picky foodies, but also because of a sense of satisfaction.Watching the man I love eat the food I made with my own hands is a kind of satisfaction as a wife.

Although both of them are given the title of "not close" in the orchestra, Qing Yu always makes people feel like a proud swan outside. No one knows that she is an unexpected good wife and mother at home.

Perhaps because of the lack of a complete family since she was a child, Qing Yu took extra care in managing the relationship between her and Yue Sen.

Yuesen, whose hair was still wet after taking a shower, went downstairs wearing light gray home clothes. When he saw a table of Chinese food, he sighed helplessly, "Yu, just keep it simple." Every day like this, although he Eating is very happy and satisfying, but she is not willing to work so hard.

Although he tried to learn how to cook in the past few years in order to lighten her burden, in the end he destroyed two microwave ovens, destroyed an oven and dropped countless pots and pans. The nameplate of "trading household", the biggest achievement so far is nothing more than learning how to wash dishes.

Qing Yu stuck out her tongue.She has never held herself up in front of Yuesen, but in the past few years, her nature has become more and more obvious, as if she was regressing in age.

"Lian just needs to talk." Qing Yu put down the last pot of pork rib soup in his hand nonchalantly, saw Yue Sen's wet and dripping hair, gave him a dissatisfied look, took off his apron, and hurried to A white towel was brought out of the downstairs bathroom.

"You need to dry your hair..." Covering the man's icy blue hair with a towel, Qing Yu wiped his hair carefully and earnestly, "Ah...!"

After spinning for a while, when Qing Yu realized it, she was pulled by the man and sat on his lap.Yue Sen buried his head in her neck, smelling the fragrance of her hair, couldn't help but kiss her collarbone lightly.

"Yu, I'm not a child anymore." The delicate kisses spread upwards little by little, "So you don't have to take care of me like this." I'm going to be spoiled by you...

Qing Yu shivered a little, pushing the man's shoulder, his cheeks were slightly red, and he continued to wipe his hair calmly with his hand, "Don't make trouble."

Yue Sen raised his head obediently, looked at Qing Yu's face motionless, watched her carefully dry his hair in his arms, with her hands still around her waist, her eyes focused.

Then, little by little, I watched her spread a layer of shy pink from the fine powder on the pinna to the whole face.

Her hair was almost brushed, and Qing Yu felt that her whole body was about to burn.Hastily stuffing the towel into Yuesen's arms, she hurriedly wanted to get up and leave, but the hands tightly wrapped around her waist forced her to fall back into the arms of the man.

"Lian!" This time, she became a little angry from embarrassment.

Yue Sen slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and continued to bury his head in Qing Yu's neck.

Qing Yu sighed helplessly, and put her arms around his neck, "What's the matter today, are you tired?" Feeling extra... clingy?

Shaking her head to get this weird word out of her mind, Qing Yu slightly pushed Yue Sen's shoulder away, and kissed his forehead affectionately, "What's the matter? If you don't speak, I'm worried."

Yuesen shook his head lightly, "It's nothing, maybe I'm just a little tired."

Qing Yu pinched Yuesen's cheek—as usual, "Eat first, the food is getting cold."

"Well, Yu!" Yue Sen frowned a little dissatisfied, he didn't like being treated like a child.

Qing Yu laughed out loud, as expected, she still likes to see Lian blowing her hair.

But—Qing Yu put his hand on the man's cheek again, "Why does it feel a little hot?"

Yuesen pulled her hand down and kissed, "Don't worry about the reason why I just took a shower."

Qing Yu powdered her ears and withdrew her hands and stood up, "First, eat first."

Both of them are well-educated people who "eat and sleep without talking", so the dinner table of Tsukimori's family is always quiet most of the time.

After dinner, Qing Yu rejected Yuesen's offer to help wash the dishes, and pushed him upstairs to rest.

After clearing the dining table and washing the dishes, Qing Yu sniffed the rather strong smell of oily smoke on her body, wrinkled her nose, walked lightly into the master bedroom with only one bedside lamp left, took her change of clothes, walked to Downstairs bathroom took a quick shower.

Back in the room, looking at Yue Sen who was already asleep, Qing Yu smiled slightly, sat on the edge of the bed, and kissed her husband's frown that was still slightly frowning even though he was asleep.

In the past few days, Lian has been busy with the organization of the training camp and the upcoming charity concert in the names of the two of them. Since she is also busy with the handover work in Vienna, she can't help him. Being able to cook a big dinner every day tried to relieve him a little bit of stress.

Go to the bed on the right side, lie down on the right side as before, and there are extra hands at the waist in an instant.Even if she fell asleep, the habits of many years would still not change, Yuesen still subconsciously hugged her from behind, her nose lingering with the fragrance of her hair, then she stretched her brows and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Qing Yu was awakened by the heavy breathing of the man behind him.

Carefully turning on the bedside lamp, Qing Yu turned around, and saw the man's forehead covered with a layer of sweat, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his lips were too dry.

"Lian!" Qing Yu was startled, and touched his forehead with the back of her hand.

Damn hot!

Qing Yu hurriedly got out of bed to get the medicine, but her left wrist was tightly grasped, "Yu... stay here."

The babbling in the dream made Qing Yu even more distressed. He leaned down and kissed the corner of Yuesen's mouth, "Lian, I'll be right back. Be obedient."

He hurried downstairs to get the medicine kit and went upstairs, sterilized the thermometer with alcohol and let Yuesen hold it in his mouth, then hurriedly brought the hot water bottle into the room, and ran into the bathroom to wet a towel with cold water.

Qing Yu returned to the room, put a towel on Yue Sen's hot forehead, and then took out the thermometer he was holding in his mouth.

39 degrees.

Damn!

"Go to the hospital, Lian."

"...No." Yue Sen put his right hand on his forehead and refused.He hates the smell of disinfectant.

Unable to resist him, Qing Yu could only take out a spare antipyretic from the medicine box, brew it in hot water, cool it down, help Yuesen up, and let him drink it.

"It's so bitter..." Yue Sen frowned after taking a sip, and turned his head childishly.

Really...

Qing Yu nodded helplessly on the man's forehead.

On weekdays, I hate her the most for pampering him like a child, but after she has a fever, she behaves like a naive little boy, leaving people speechless.

He snapped his head back angrily, "Drink it! This is cold medicine and not honey water. Of course it doesn't taste good."

Yuesen wrinkled his nose, "...don't."

Qing Yu: "..." He narrowed his eyes threateningly, "Lian!"

In the end, Yuesen obediently drank a bowl of antipyretics, although he immediately tried to drink water to wash away the bitter taste in his mouth.

Qing Yu gently knocked off Yue Sen's hand reaching for the water glass, "It's just poured out, and it's still hot."

Yue Sen held his head in distress, but the expression on his face was much richer than usual.

"Huh?!" Without paying attention, Qing Yu was grabbed by Yue Sen and fixed in his arms.

"Lian? Uh...!" Qing Yu watched Yuesen leaning forward, not as cool as in the past, but covered her lips with a bit of heat, and gently opened her lips with a slightly hot tongue. Lips and white teeth nimbly got into her mouth.

The bitter taste of antipyretics instantly spread in Qing Yu's mouth.

With his eyes closed, Yuesen swept Qingyu's mouth softly, flexibly and forcefully with his tongue, gently sucking the tip of her tongue, fascinated as if absorbing nectar.

Qing Yu opened her eyes wide, but couldn't help but respond naturally.

The tip of the tongue touches.

then……

Qing Yu looked at the man who fell on top of her dumbfoundedly—asleep? !

The author has something to say:

This chapter was written with all kinds of enthusiasm, during which I killed a whole bottle of mineral water =_=

All kinds of shows of affection are right, you smashed me~ just to make you blind =_=

By the way, after the main text of this article is over, I suddenly feel inspired to write it. What’s the reason why the side story of this article is more interesting than the one written by the black basket recently... Speaking of the black basket, the article is also full of complaints, click-through rate and favorites The rate is completely out of proportion, powerless...

Well, enjoy reading the article, I will repair the dead brain cells.