Married to the Demon King

In the bathroom, Yu Jiu's mind became a mess, all kinds of indescribable things.

He rushed down with hot water, and he wondered uneasily, before he had time to watch the CD, could he really satisfy Mr. Lin...

After dawdling enough, he pushed open the bathroom door and saw that Lin Cong'an was running a laptop, plugging in headphones, and video chatting with others.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like something indescribable!

Lin Cong'an raised his eyes and saw Yu Jiu coming out, and waved.

"Come here, hold out your hand."

Yu Jiu stretched out two paws that were soaked red in hot water, and Lin Cong'an grabbed one, patted it on the palm of his hand, and said to the person on the other end of the video, "Say, I'll take care of it." Do."

Yu Jiu finally arrived at an angle where he could see the computer screen, and he saw an old man with white beard and hair on the opposite side. The old man was talking with his mouth open and closed, and there was a model hand in his hand.

Yu Jiu was stunned, his finger was grabbed by Lin Cong'an, and he lifted it up in the opposite direction. There was a sore and soft feeling at the root of his finger, and he subconsciously "hissed -".

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Lin Cong'an immediately stopped moving, and turned to ask the old man with white beard: "Did I do something wrong? Xiaojiu hurts!"

The white-bearded old man rolled his eyes online: "It hurts! It's not broken at [-] degrees. Is your little baby made of crystal!"

Yu Jiu couldn't hear it, but he finally came to his senses: "No, it doesn't hurt! Mr. Lin, are you learning massage?"

Lin Cong'an ignored the white beard, and explained to Yu Jiu: "Old Bai is a masseuse master, I will learn techniques from him, so that you can relax."

He paused for a moment, and his voice became a little deeper: "I told you to practice less and not listen to what I said. I can't help you."

Yu Jiu's face turned red all of a sudden, and he couldn't speak, but his heart seemed to be soaked in sugar water, and every sip was full of sweetness.

Under the guidance of Bai Lao, Lin Cong'an quickly learned that set of massage and relaxation techniques.After thanking Mr. Bai, he turned off the video and focused on pinching Yu Jiu again.

The uncontrollable trembling has disappeared. After kneading and pressing, the fingers are numb and the soreness is also reduced.Looks really effective.

"Don't practice today, shall we?" Lin Cong'an stroked Yu Jiu's slender and fair fingers: "We should take a rest once in a while."

Usually, Yu Jiu would not rest so early, but he is not a person who does not know what is good or bad.Before, his mentality was a little messy, and there was indeed some inappropriate training, but now he was coaxed into a daze by Lin Cong'an, and he did whatever he said that day.

But after ten o'clock in the evening, it was still early, and it was far from the time for the two of them to rest.

Yu Jiu pursed his lips: "Mr. Lin, the competition will be held in a week..."

Lin Cong'an: "Huh?"

Yu Jiu plucked up his courage: "I, I think...would you like to wear the same earrings as you on stage?"

Yu Jiu didn't have pierced ears. Lin Cong'an observed that he didn't have any, so he wondered, "You don't have pierced ears."

"...you make one for me."

Yu Jiu blushed so much that he was about to bleed, Lin Cong'an suddenly realized that Yu Jiu still hadn't forgotten what happened that day, and wanted to find an opportunity to show that he didn't care, or to please himself.

No one can resist such a temptation that is exclusive to him, and Lin Cong'an is not a saint, he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, you can get it."

After the two new ear piercers were brought back, Yu Jiu followed the tutorial he had read, first wiped Lin Cong'an's earlobe with an alcohol cotton ball, and rubbed the soft and warm piece of flesh with his hands.

Even the great demon king who is rumored to be able to stop children from crying at night still has such softness.

Yu Jiu held his breath, quickly pressed down the ear piercer, the hard steel needle pierced the skin, and Yu Jiu shuddered subconsciously.

The operation itself is very simple, and the process is also very fast, but Yu Jiu, who is nervous, feels as if a century has passed,

He took off the white "stapler", wiped off a bead of blood, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Lin, does it hurt?" After asking, he suddenly didn't know what kind of answer would mean that his operation was qualified, but he heard Lin Cong'an chuckle in his ear, snorted back and forth on his neck, and stretched out his hand He hugs.

"very good."

Lin Cong'an's movements were quicker than his, Yu Jiu only felt his earlobe get cold, and then a short tingling pain came, he trembled, and soon he felt nothing.

"It doesn't seem to hurt!" Yu Jiu exclaimed pleasantly, while touching his left earlobe: "I heard what Sister Jiajia and the others said, and I thought it was terrifying!"

Lin Cong'an rubbed him: "It's getting late, just sleep here."

Lin Cong'an's bed was very big, so of course it would be no problem for them to sleep.

But the problem is that Yu Jiu's room is just a few steps away, so why is it too early...

But Yu Jiu pretended to be stupid and said, "Yes, it's getting late!"

After taking a shower, the two each occupied half of the bed.

Yu Jiu was very tired from practicing every day, and fell asleep not long after turning off the lights.

Lin Con'an opened his eyes, turned over and looked at Yu Jiu's sleeping profile.

He watched for a long time without moving.

……

A week later, the semi-finals of the Huaguo Youth Music Competition officially began!

Shelley stepped on high-heeled shoes of more than ten centimeters, walking like flying, and complained in English with a look of hesitation: "The last Qingyin competition was very poor. I swear that I will never come this time. The editor must be upset with me." You just sent me here, that old woman! No wonder you're married four times!"

The staff of the organizing committee who followed her were about to cry, and said submissively: "Miss Shelley... your lounge is on the second floor, not the third floor..."

"What?!" The blond European beauty was shocked, and asked in Chinese with a strange accent: "Our gold medal music critic of "Classical Life" is here with you, so he is no longer worthy of using the lounge on the third floor!"

The staff wanted to cry but had no tears, so they coaxed him back to the lounge on the second floor, and took out the materials provided to various media.

Shelley's mood was down to the bottom, and he slammed the stack of contestants' materials on the table.

"Isn't today an amateur competition? Is there any value in seeing it?" She turned a page casually, glanced at the photo, and said disgustedly: "This is too ugly."

Staff: "..." Aren't you a music critic!This is no better than an idol!What to do with your face!

After turning over three pages, Shelley was really not interested, so she asked the staff for the professional contestants on the second day and the third day.

"Well, the kids from the professional group look good... Hey, is this teacher Jin Yan's student? Meng Changwen?"

When the staff saw that she was finally free from embarrassment, she quickly introduced: "He is a student of Mr. Jin, and he has a younger brother named Meng Changwu!"

Shelley finished looking through the professional group, nodded and said, "There are not too many ugly ones, I hope their level can match their faces."

After all, she didn't care whether others were embarrassed or not, and went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

The men's and women's restrooms are next door. The theater is an old building, and the sound insulation is not good enough. Shelley powdered herself when she heard two hoarse male voices talking next door.

"Is the manuscript finished? I have to send it out in a hurry, and it will take two days at most."

"I know, it's almost finished. There are only a few people who write very well. I don't need to watch their games to know what level they are playing. But old Xiang, isn't the broadcast a week later? Why this time? In such a hurry?"

"Hey, the Qingyin competition is very popular now. There are more and more young girls who buy tickets to watch the competition. Many people go back and start teasing directly on Weibo. When they finish talking and fermenting, others will come Have you read our music reviews?"

"Oh—that's right! Then we have to hurry up and get ahead of the classical life."

"Hahaha, the classic life is gone! Who still reads paper publications now? After writing and typesetting, it has to be printed, and after printing, it has to be shipped, and the classical life was originally published in English, and then it has to be translated and typesetting later. ..."

"Hahahaha the day lily is cold, no wonder the Chinese market doesn't buy it! I can't understand them for a long time. They come from abroad on their own, and look down on you and look down on him, especially that Shelley, who is so thickly made up like a witch , I thought it was going to eat a child at first glance..."

"Hey Shelley, do you know why she puts on makeup like that?"

"why?"

"Of course it's because you can't see people without makeup!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Shelley broke the eyebrow pencil in his hand.

She already recognized who it was—the electronic magazine "Mayfly", an electronic magazine of classical music reviews in Huaguo, the editor-in-chief Wang Hai and Xiang Jianguo!

Two years ago, they met in the arena of the Qingyin Competition. Seeing that these two wretched men were too ugly, Shelley habitually mocked a few words, but unexpectedly, she was hated!

In the Qingyin Competition that year, the No.1 in the professional group was actually vacant, and the performance of the others was also quite satisfactory. She wrote a music review with no good things to say.

Looking back, "Classical Life" could not be sold in Huaguo at all, and the magazine lost a lot, and she was also deducted her bonus-instead, it was "Mayfly" that was blown out of her mind, because the leaders of Huaguo read it in a good mood and were praised by the central government. Made a lot of money!

Shelley vowed never to come to Huaguo to write for Qingyin Competition again, but the editor-in-chief, the old witch, couldn't help but pack her up and send her here...

And let her hear such shameful humiliation in the toilet!

Go to your mother's "Ephemera", to your mother's Wang Haixiang Jianguo, to your mother's Qingyin Sai!

She endured it for a long time before rushing out to slap the two men a few times. She packed up her mood and went back to the lounge. After waiting for a while, she was taken to the media booth by the staff.

The theater is indeed quite old. In order to broadcast the effect, camera tracks were laid on the ground stage, and the audience was a little messy.

But the stage is still solemn, it is the stage of classical music.

Shelley took out his recording equipment and waited for the game to start.

She thought: Even if the whole of China boycotts our magazine, as long as I am the person in charge of writing music reviews, I will not speak good things against my conscience!