The Wealthy Husband

Qi Ling pushed the wheelchair over, he could serve the food even more smoothly than Ding Cheng, and Ding Cheng did not refuse Qi Ling's help, in his eyes, Qi Ling sitting in the wheelchair was no different from the past.

"Eat more, you're losing weight..." Ding Cheng put a golden fried egg into Qi Ling's bowl, with a bit of distress in his tone, and then gave Qi Ling two more chopsticks.

Qi Ling picked up the most common fried egg and put it in his mouth. Under Ding Cheng's eyes, he vaguely tasted something different from the past, maybe it was sweet, he nodded, "It's delicious."

As Qi Ling said, he also held a chopstick for Ding Cheng, the person in front of him smiled with narrowed eyes, the corners of his mouth couldn't be retracted at all.

After half an hour, they all finished eating, just like at noon, Qi Ling helped Ding Cheng clean up, he could not do much, but with the company of others in the kitchen, Ding Cheng seemed to be fully charged, Full of energy and quite happy.

After everything was done, they went to the study together. Qi Ling was still in a wheelchair, so he worked on it. Ding Cheng occupied the desk, but he had already ordered a lot of things in the afternoon, and they would deliver them one after another later.

Sure enough, an hour later, the doorbell rang, and Ding Cheng went to open the door, and then called the installer to come in, and put the new desk and bookshelf in order. After he wiped it several times with clean water, and let it hang out for two days, Qi Ling will be ready. used.

Ding Cheng was cleaning the table, Qi Ling pushed the wheelchair to the living room to answer the phone, it was Uncle Wang, the housekeeper from the old house.

"Sir, Mr. Qi is at the gate of the old house. He wants to see you."

Uncle Wang's original name was Wang Dan. He was Wang Hai's father and the adopted son of Grandpa Qi Ling. Qi Bai was kicked out of the Qi family, but the relationship between Wang Dan and Qi Bai has always been good. He was in the middle of mediating the relationship between Qi Ling and Qi Bo.

"No." Qi Ling narrowed his eyes, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued, "Uncle Wang, you have to remember that I am the head of the Qi family. Qi Bai and Qi Wei are not allowed to enter the old house from now on." Half a step, do you remember?"

Over there, Wang Dan broke out in a cold sweat. He felt a different pressure from Qi Ling's words, and even felt like he was listening to old master Qi's instructions.

"Yes, I remember it." Wang Dan couldn't say a word of what he wanted to persuade Qi Ling, he hung up the phone, and after thinking about it for a while, he went to find his son Wang Hai.

Wang Hai was processing some company documents. When he saw Wang Dan enter his study, he only raised his eyes and continued to do his own thing.

"What's going on here? Why is Mr. Qi Bai and Qi Wei so targeted?"

Before this car accident, Qi Bai's role as a loving father had been playing well. He and Qi Ling seemed to be in a state of breaking the ice, and now it seemed that they were worse than when the old man was alive.

Wang Dan vaguely felt that things were a little out of control, but the son in front of him had been taken care of by Qi Ling since he was a child, and he never revealed half of him in official affairs.

This time, the shareholder meeting was held, so he knew about it.Not only is Wang Hai hiding from him, but Qi Ling is also guarding against him, but what he has done so far is all for the Qi family and his father and son, and there is not much transgression.

"This is sir's business, how would I know."

As Wang Hai said, he picked up the documents, and he left his study room, then went all the way to the second floor and entered Qi Ling's study room. Not long after, Wang Dan saw Wang Hai going out with Qi Ling's usual safe in his arms. up.

It seems that Qi Ling really doesn't plan to return to the old house, at least for a short time.

After Wang Hai came out of Qi’s residence, he came to the community where Ding Cheng lived. Ding Cheng opened the door and Wang Hai came in. He gave the study room to Qi Ling and Wang Hai to talk, and he took the tablet to another room where fitness equipment was placed. room to go.

While running, he watched the famous director Song Lao's movie. All he could do to prepare was to review the style of Song Lao's past works, and try to figure out his acting skills by the way.

Su Ya has no hope for him, and so does Ding Cheng himself, but every opportunity is rare, even if the hope is minimal, he has to do his best to prepare.

After reading one of Song Lao's masterpieces, Ding Cheng searched the Internet for the novel for this filming. He didn't know what character he was going to be interviewing for, but it was absolutely necessary to read the novel.

Whether the grasp of a character is in place has a lot to do with the overall control of the script.

Ding Cheng was fascinated by it, and Qi Ling sent Wang Hai back to his room, but he didn't notice it until a piece of orange flesh was stuffed into his mouth, and the sweet and sour taste brought him back to his senses, but he wanted to This quality of focus is necessary to get things done.

Ding Cheng put the tablet aside, and stretched out his hand to pull Qi Ling's wheelchair closer, "Are you sleepy? Do you want to go to bed first, I have to read it before going to bed."

"Don't worry," Qi Ling replied, feeding another piece of orange to Ding Cheng, one piece at a time, and he stopped after feeding the whole orange.

After Ding Cheng finished eating the oranges, he took a short break in the middle. He glanced at Qi Ling. He probably had a full sleep in the afternoon and was not sleepy. Qi Ling also had a book in his hand. Ding Cheng didn't find anything to say, he continued to read novels .

A novel of 40 to [-] words, Ding Cheng didn’t finish it until two o’clock in the night. He rubbed his forehead and glanced at his phone, only then realized that it was so late, and Qi Ling beside him was also reading, People looked a little more energetic than him.

"It's too late, let's go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

In fact, according to Ding Cheng, Qi Ling should rest at home until his legs are completely healed, but Qi Ming cannot live without Qi Ling, and Qi Ling has to go to work in a wheelchair.

Ding Cheng himself has learned a lot in a mess, but he has limited experience in economics and management, and Qi's family is not familiar with it, so he can't help Qi Ling more.

"Okay," Qi Ling put the book aside, he was actually reading to wait for Ding Cheng, seeing the worry in Ding Cheng's eyes, Qi Ling suddenly felt that such waiting became interesting.

After washing up, they went to bed, still separated by a pillow, and fell asleep like yesterday.

After Ding Cheng concentrated, his mental strength was exhausted, and he felt a little sleepy in the process of washing, especially when he was lying on the bed. Qi Ling and those stories clashed in his head. Unconsciously, he slapped Qi Ling.

"Push me if you want to go to the toilet, don't wrestle yourself, huh?"

"Well," Qi Ling responded, turning sideways as well. The lamp over the sofa was dimmed, and he could vaguely see the outline of Ding Cheng's side. He raised his hand and touched Ding Cheng's hair. Kneaded on.

Suddenly, he also felt a bit of distress for which he couldn't figure out why, and he whispered, "Good night, Chengcheng."

Ding Cheng opened his eyes in a daze, his cheeks and ears were flushed by this whisper, the blood in his heart rushed to his head, and the distance between him and Qi Ling was probably only a fingernail.

He only needs to move a little closer, and he will be able to kiss Qi Ling's lips.

After figuring out the current situation, Ding Cheng's breathing visibly quickened|quickened, and the drowsiness covering his head disappeared instantly. Ding Cheng's body was so stiff, he didn't want to retreat, but he didn't dare to move forward either.

Being cowardly at critical moments is something Ding Cheng can't overcome in a short period of time, after all, it's a habit brought about over the past ten years.

But at this moment, Qi Ling's hand slid to Ding Cheng's cheek, and he moved up slightly, his lips were printed on the center of Ding Cheng's brow, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "Good night."

"Good night..." Ding Cheng responded with his heart pounding almost out of his chest, then he wrapped his arms around Qi Ling's waist, and his head touched Qi Ling's neck, they were very close, Never been closer.

"Qi Ling, good night."

Qi Ling's hand patted Ding Cheng's back lightly, Ding Cheng fell asleep not long after, Qi Ling also fell asleep soon after, and he also agreed that Ding Cheng's sleeping position with his arms around him was very warm , warmer than expected.

This time they slept until seven o'clock in the morning when the alarm clock rang, and the two woke up one after another. Ding Cheng seemed to be aware of it, but he still hugged Qi Ling and didn't want to let go. He felt that he had done something very wise when he woke up. Choose, that is to pretend to sleep.

It's hard to be able to hug Qi Ling when falling asleep, how can he wake up so quickly at such a rare moment.

Ding Cheng's eyes were closed, but all his senses were awakening. He could feel Qi Ling's body temperature, Qi Ling's heartbeat, and the muscular muscles of Qi Ling's back under his palm. Can't tell if it's Qi Ling's heartbeat or his own.

Qi Ling, who was being hugged, turned from squinting to feeling helpless. After another 10 minutes, he rubbed Ding Cheng's hair, "Chengcheng, it's time for us to get up."

"En," Ding Cheng replied in a low voice, then quickly got up, slid and ran to the toilet.

Qi Ling sat up and looked at his pajamas that were wrinkled by Ding Cheng, the helplessness on his face turned into fun again.

Ding Cheng tidied himself up in the bathroom and came out, and found that Qi Ling had already changed his clothes. He came over and helped him onto the wheelchair, and then pushed him into the bathroom.

There wasn't much food to eat at home. After they washed up, Ding Cheng called He Li and asked He Li to buy something early. After he and Qi Ling had eaten, they took the car to Qiming Building together.

He Li pushed Qi Ling upstairs, but Ding Cheng didn't follow. He was waiting for Su Ya, and he was holding a breakfast for He Li to buy more. It just came in handy.

"Did you cook it?" Su Ya ate up the flower rolls and soy milk in three or five mouthfuls.

"No, I asked He Li to buy it, but it's healthier to make it yourself if you have time," Ding Cheng responded and walked to the opposite building with Su Ya. They used to pay the rent and sign the contract.

Su Ya glanced at Ding Cheng strangely, but her mouth was soft, and he didn't advise Ding Cheng on his hobby, as long as he didn't delay his work because of cooking.

Ding Cheng paid the rent for three years in one go, and at the same time discussed more details with Su Ya in this empty small hall. It is definitely not enough for a studio to have only Su Ya. At least two assistants are needed, a driver, a makeup artist, Clothing designers, etc., are equipped with RVs that need to be able to change clothes temporarily.

"I'm recruiting for these. I'd rather be short than excessive. It will probably take a while to get them all ready for you." Su Ya's efficiency is considered high, but his requirements are also high.And at this stage, Ding Cheng doesn't need such a complete configuration.

"It doesn't matter to me," Ding Cheng stood by the window and looked up. He could see the top floor of Qiming Building, which happened to be the location of Qi Ling's office, but it was impossible for him to see the people inside unless he put the Move over the binoculars from Ding's house.