Married to the Demon King

Yu Jiu stared blankly at the unpacked medicine box on the table, tears were about to come down.

Lin Cong'an didn't know what he had imagined, when he came out with the porridge pot, he was startled by Yu Jiu who was downcast.

"What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?"

Yu Jiu stood up in surprise: "Lin...Mr. Lin...where have you been?"

Lin Cong'an put down the pot, frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you? You can't eat the dinner that Auntie made, and I'll give you hot porridge. Didn't you hear?"

Seeing Yu Jiu's eyes were red and stupefied, Lin Cong'an couldn't help softening his tone: "What do you think is wrong?"

"I thought... I thought you..." Yu Jiu blushed even more: "I thought you found me annoying and didn't want to see me anymore."

Lin Cong'an had no choice but to say, "Then I kicked you out a long time ago. Alright, let's have some porridge. The porridge is the white porridge made by Auntie. I added some food and cooked it. You can try it."

Ever since the two lived together, Auntie has been cooking and Yu Jiu has been cooking breakfast.He hasn't seen Mr. Lin enter the kitchen yet.

Now he was in a better mood, and he happily filled a bowl of porridge with chopped lettuce and preserved eggs.

Lin Cong'an accompanied him to eat, and they both scooped up a spoonful and stuffed it into their mouths at the same time.

Yu Jiu subconsciously glanced at Lin Cong'an.

Lin Cong settled down for a while, and asked him with his face unchanged: "How about salty?"

Yu Jiu immediately replied: "It's pretty good, it's delicious! What do you think, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Cong'an seemed to relax a bit: "Well, I think so too."

Yu Jiu didn't speak any more, he concentrated on finishing his meal, and after the two returned to their rooms, he picked up the water glass and went out quietly, pouring three glasses of water in a row.

Salty, huge salty, how can it be so salty! !

Yu Jiu couldn't figure it out, the two of them ate the same porridge, why didn't Lin Cong respond in safety?Is it because he really doesn't feel salty, or is he trying to save face?

Yu Jiu only knew that he had done his best to protect Lin Cong'an's face, and that's what suffering is like.

Next time, Mr. Lin must not be allowed to cook...

Yu Jiu's illness is still the same, he catches a cold procrastinatingly, and will have a low-grade fever in two days.

Lin Cong'an had no other good solution, so he made an appointment with a private doctor to see him and said that he had physical problems.Do more aerobic exercise, supplement trace elements, and keep warm in different seasons-these words are even more perfunctory than the majority of male compatriots' "drink more hot water".

But what else to do.

On the day when the film crew of the Qingyin Competition came to shoot, Yu Jiu woke up early to tie up his dick neatly.

Lin Cong'an went to work, and when the film crew entered the door, all of them had dreamy expressions on their faces.

Not to mention the amateur group of the Qingyin Competition, there are many in the professional group with good family conditions.

Because children with poor conditions generally cannot learn that kind of confidence.

But the size of Yu Jiu's house still makes people sour.

"Your house is too good...what do your parents do..." A little girl with a work card asked in shock.

Yu Jiu said embarrassedly: "This is not my parents' house... This is my, my lover's house... I am very poor."

All eyes turned to him.

"What do you mean? Are you married? So poor? Marry into a wealthy family?" The little girl's sharp eyes were shining with gossip.

Yu Jiu was thrown back by her question: "Forget it...for sure?"

After pouring tea for everyone, Yu Jiu said, "Can you take less pictures of the outside? After all, it is my lover's house, and he cares more about privacy... There is a piano room at the back, so you can take pictures casually."

The filming crew mainly wanted to take pictures of the piano room, so they nodded and followed Yu Jiu to push open the door of the piano room.

"..." Everyone was silent for a moment.

The little girl said dreamily, "I'm sore."

"I'm sore too."

"You and me under the lemon tree."

The uncle carrying the camera didn't quite understand, so he asked casually, "What's the matter? Are there lemons or not?"

One person replied: "The piano you saw is worth 200 million yuan."

It's not a big deal for a famous pianist to have a 200 million piano with such a big piano room, but the problem is that this is a member of the amateur group who has just entered the semi-finals.

Really unbelievable.

Yu Jiu cooperated with the film crew to shoot enough materials for piano practice, and then sat in front of the French window with white gauze floating to accept a short interview, and the group followed Yu Jiu to the coffee shop where he worked.

The sister stylist simply shaved his eyebrows and put on a layer of foundation before he went on camera, making the already good-looking man even more dazzling.Yu Jiu's little hair is very suitable for him, the stylist didn't do too much, and only used hairspray to fix his incongruity.

"I work part-time in a coffee shop and piano store. I just play the piano, and I play some nice and soothing tunes. The customers think it sounds good, and they may have the idea to buy a piano back home. But it's also very good to just listen to the tunes and drink coffee... the boss asked Can I take a picture of our shop sign?" Yu Jiu asked in the car.

Everyone laughed: "No, no, but you can advertise on your Weibo later."

Yu Jiu smiled and said yes.

The coffee shop was at noon when there were few people. Everyone was very excited when they knew that a film crew was coming today.

Xu Jiajia went to the door to look around at every turn, and finally saw a van approaching at this moment, and hurriedly called everyone to go on TV!

Immediately, when the camera came in, all the coffee shop employees stood in two rows and shouted "Welcome!"

That posture is like saying hello to the teacher.

Yu Jiu was so surprised that he couldn't speak, and was pushed to his small table by everyone.

Sitting in front of the piano, Yu Jiu felt much more at ease.After playing a few pieces that he usually played, the film crew asked him to change into his usual uniform and record again.

Using the time in between, they started interviewing colleagues in the coffee shop.

Xu Jiajia was the first to say, boasting Yu Jiu as the only one in the world: "Every morning before opening, Yu Jiu would practice the piano for an hour first. He can play wild bees and wildfires very well! We every morning You have to listen, if you don't listen, you will feel uncomfortable!"

The female college student added: "He also has to stay to practice the piano after get off work. The boss allows him to practice. Sometimes he will practice all night. It's super hard!"

Everyone chirped and chatted, and the film crew was very satisfied.Before Yu Jiu came out, they went up to the second floor to check out the piano shop.

Teacher Niu was playing with his mobile phone boredly, when he saw the camera, he froze for a moment.

"What's the matter?" Teacher Niu finished speaking, and took the time to look at his face against the reflection of the piano, then turned his head and said unhappy, "You just took pictures like this without saying a word?"

Teacher Niu didn't know about the filming, which was Xu Jiajia's dereliction of duty.She has been working downstairs, completely forgetting that there is a teacher named Niu upstairs who is also their colleague.

She came out and explained it, and the film crew also said it, so they asked her what she thought of her colleague Yu Jiu.

It was only then that Teacher Niu found out that Yu Jiu had participated in the Qingyin Competition, and even entered the semi-finals! ! !

What are you doing, you get married and compete for a while, why are there so many moths, and you don't tell her a word? !These people are not squeezing her out!

Teacher Niu's surprised expression was true. The film crew felt that there was something interesting, and asked her again how she thought Yu Jiu.

Teacher Niu came back to his senses and sneered: "Huh, what's the matter? I won't talk about anything else. He didn't even pass the undergraduate course of the Conservatory of Music, so he can only play pop songs in front of this kind of coffee shop. What do you say?" How about it?"