The Wealthy Husband

Qi Ling nodded, his hand turned to Qi Ling's side, and then they read the book together for nearly two hours like this, and this novel that Qi Ling had read most of it yesterday was considered finished.

At the end of the story of "A Tale of Two Cities", Caton died on the guillotine for love and to help others.It was not the first time for Ding Cheng to read this novel, and his expression was still a little emotional. On the contrary, there was no change on Qi Ling's face.

"Do you think Caton is stupid?" Ding Cheng's hand had already hugged Qi Ling's arm, and he continued to tilt his head to lean on his shoulder, which was very convenient, even when he fell into the story, he didn't Can be aware of the closeness between him and Qi Ling.

To be honest, Qi Ling thought it was stupid before, but if he changed his position to the person whom Caton loved, he would not dare to think so, because the person next to him was essentially no different from Caton. Big difference.

They are not love first, but they are willing to sacrifice everything for the belief in his heart, and at that stage, love is the belief in his heart.

"He thinks it's worth it, so he can't be considered stupid," Qi Ling gave the answer after a little deliberation. He turned his head and met the eyes of Ding Cheng who raised his head, and he got a smile from Ding Cheng.

Qi Ling breathed a sigh of relief, he gently held Ding Cheng's hand holding his arm, and he continued.

"I'm angry today because Qi Bo ran to my mother's grave, but I can take back his equity, but I can't break his legs." Even he can't wash away the part of his blood that belongs to Qi Bo blood.

Qi Ling is still a little bit unable to control his anger, and there is a killing intent hidden under the anger. At certain moments when his emotions are aroused to the extreme, Qi Ling really has the killing intent.

But the reality is not the world of novels, but a society ruled by law where killing people pays for their lives. Sitting on huge wealth, they can indeed have many conveniences and powers brought by wealth, but murdering others is still a reality. A restricted area that is allowed to enter.

It's not worth paying for someone like Qi Bai Qiwei by killing someone... But in exchange, it doesn't seem to be worth it, because he is also dead.

"So are you angry with yourself too?" Ding Cheng raised his left hand and landed on Qi Ling's chest, and he rubbed it lightly, "Qi Ling, the more you care, the more he can hurt you. For us, it's nothing."

"You care about him, you might as well care about me..." Ding Cheng almost blurted out the last sentence, but he really felt the same way, he thought it was really not worth it for Qi Ling to be angry with someone like Qi Bai Qi Wei.

Now that the words have been spoken, Ding Cheng has no more scruples. He met Qi Ling's eyes and said very seriously, "I will treat you well." If Qi Ling needs it, he can give him everything he has. .

"Of course, you can also...refuse," it's not that he wants to be good to Qi Ling, Qi Ling has to accept it completely, feelings are the most complicated and difficult to force, so Ding Cheng is often at a loss what to do with Qi Ling of.

Qi Ling didn't reply right away, but he had to say that his heart was completely disturbed by Ding Cheng's overly sincere words, and the negative emotions that had troubled him for many years left him, and he nodded slightly, "You're right. "

Ding Cheng's eyes widened a little when he heard the words, but he said so much, does Qi Ling absolutely say that he is right, does he care about his right, or does he like Qi Ling's right?

When Ding Cheng was still confused, Qi Ling put his hand on his cheek and rubbed it lightly, "It's all right."

"Ah... oh, um," Ding Cheng nodded immediately, the side of his cheek being caressed by Qi Ling and the other side were completely flushed.

There was a little smile on Qi Ling's face, and he continued to rub Ding Cheng's hair. His thoughts gradually drifted away, and the smile on his face faded. It wasn't just Qi Baichuang who made him lose control of his emotions today. It's as simple as leaving the cemetery.

"Qi Bai cheated on me around my first year of age | Chang Yixue, my mother endured it for five or six years after knowing about it, and became depressed. A month later, my mother... committed suicide."

Counting the time, Qi Ling was just seven years old at that time, or maybe because of his rebirth, this memory that had been dimmed by time became vivid again.

Qi Ling's mother is Mei Juan. After she and Qi Bai got married, they moved out of the old house, so Qi Ling only returned to live in the old house during the holidays before the age of seven. He lived with Mei Juan at other times. After Bo's cheating was discovered, he didn't come back often, and even when he came back, there were only quarrels.

Qi Ling, who was in the second grade of elementary school, arrived home by the school bus. He called for his mother, but no one answered. He walked to the second floor of the villa step by step, pushed open room by room, and finally found Mei Juan in the bathroom of the master bedroom.

Qi Ling can no longer remember what Mei Juan looked like before he died, but the bright red blood in the bath and the sound of dripping water have been entangled in his dreams for countless years. It is said that Qi Ling's grandmother died of mental illness. Qi Ling always thought that he might have such a day.

"I used to think that Qi Bai was kicked out of Qi's family, and he deserved to lose everything. Now I see...it's not that simple." Qi Ling has been calm since reviewing his biological mother's death until now, so calm that Ding Cheng It hurts more than seeing Qi Ling angry.

Only by looking at the current situation with the eyes of the future can Qi Ling discover these loopholes, which he failed to notice in the past.

From his previous life to the present, Qi Ling has never thought of forgiving Qi Bai, whether it is alienation or relaxation, his ultimate goal is to punish him.

"My grandfather drove Qi Bai away. He did a great job. Most people in Beicheng couldn't understand it, and so did I... But why? People like my grandfather can't be without a reason."

As Qi Ling and Ding Cheng talked, they seemed to have found the crux of the problem. He was very calm, much calmer than Ding Cheng expected.

"I'm sorry to tell you these bad things," Qi Ling withdrew his hand from Ding Cheng's hair. His apology was sincere, and he shouldn't have brought these negative emotions to Ding Cheng.

"Qi Ling, there is no apology between us," Ding Cheng took the initiative to move closer, and after he finished speaking, he moved closer again, and then he rubbed Qi Ling's cheek cheek to cheek, then leaned on Qi Ling's shoulder, and wrapped his hands around , hugging people tightly.

The more distressed he needs to hide in his heart, and he can express it on the outside, he can only hug Qi Ling tightly like this, and give Qi Ling the warmth he can give.

Ding Cheng has nothing else to do except the class arranged by Su Ya tomorrow, and Qi Ling doesn't want to return to the state of a working machine like before. They embraced each other in many ways, and Ding Cheng sat up straight from Qi Ling's shoulder.

"I'm going to warm up the broth, we'll have some before going to bed."

"Okay," Qi Ling nodded, but he didn't let go of Ding Cheng's hand, and then he took Ding Cheng with one hand and pushed the wheelchair with the other, and followed into the kitchen like this.

Each person drank a bowl of pig's feet soup with medicinal herbs, which warmed the stomach, heart, and whole body.In Ding Cheng's warm eyes and smile, the haze in Qi Ling's heart has long since dissipated, he continued to clean up the dishes with Ding Cheng, and then went back to the room together.

Qi Ling and Ding Cheng were lying on the bed and going to sleep when Su Ya called.

"There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Ding Cheng's brows raised slightly, Su Ya sounded in a good mood, and she actually had a relationship with him, Ding Cheng glanced at Qi Ling who was lying half-lying silently, his eyes moved down unconsciously, Qi Ling's half-exposed collarbone is really pretty.

"Bad news." Ding Cheng said, turning his eyes away, not daring to look any further.

What is the bad news? Ding Cheng actually expected it. It is that his resume for Mr. Song is too thin, and he has no works that can be said. The risk of them choosing him is too great.

And the point is that this role is a bit special, and it's not worth spending too much thought on in terms of the role.

"The role of Duanmu Yueren on Mr. Song's side was given to Xun Jing. This is bad news," Su Ya calmly said the result that they all expected, and then his voice rose slightly, and Ding Cheng didn't need to ask again, and he told the good news. I told you.

"But the screenwriter of the original novel came to me just now, and he wanted to recommend you to play Duanmu Yueren in the drama version of "Lonely Moon"."

The author of the original novel was also on the scene today, but the time they entered the audition room was too short. Ding Cheng focused on acting, and Su Ya focused on Ding Cheng and Song Lao. They didn't even notice that there was such a person. It was a pleasant surprise.

"In addition, in the drama version, Duanmu Yueren's role is second only to the second male lead. We need him to give us the script to know the details."

"Well, this is indeed good news." Ding Cheng also had a happy look on his face. He glanced at Qi Ling again, then moved himself closer to his side, "Alan, thank you for your hard work."

They were lucky on the one hand, and on the other hand, it was because of Su Ya, who had won Ding Cheng the chance to audition in the afternoon.

"Work on a part-time basis. Well, I won't disturb your rest. I'll take you to class at the gate of Qiming Building at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Su Ya, who was tasting wine in her room, showed a little smile on her face.

With Ding Cheng's character and background, it is impossible for him to completely control him, and the one who can help him return to the top is not the kind of person he can control.So so far, he is very satisfied with Ding Cheng.

After hanging up the phone, Ding Cheng exhaled softly. In fact, he was not as calm as he was in front of Su Ya. He turned sideways and hugged Qi Ling's neck. His tone was full of surprise and joy, without any concealment.

"Qi Ling, did you hear me, my efforts in the afternoon were not in vain, oh, Qi Ling, you are really my lucky star, you let me work hard, I really succeeded."

Ding Cheng hugged Qi Ling curiously like a baby lump, couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, he gnawed Qi Ling's cheek as soon as he said the words, and said "ba chi", the voice was so loud that Ding Cheng's joy was frightened Gone.

"I, I... I'm so happy..."

Ding Cheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe Qi Ling's face as he spoke, but he was caught before his hand touched Qi Ling's face.

But it was different from before, Ding Cheng was caught blatantly taking advantage of him, but he didn't have so much fear in his heart.

He stared at Qi Ling with wide eyes, his joy disappeared, and the edge of his body also weakened. From the heart to the expression, he was so soft|soft and gentle, as if Qi Ling did nothing to him. will not object.

Don't say that Qi Ling is not angry at all, even if he is angry, it is impossible to get angry again.