The Wealthy Husband

As Ding Cheng spoke, he bent down slightly, took Qi Ling's socks from the side, lifted Qi Ling's feet and placed them on his knees, put them on Qi Ling like this, and then put on his shoes.

Ding Cheng was very happy, happy for Qi Ling who was able to walk healthily, and wished he could hug him for ten or eight laps, but this was in front of people, and Qi Ling probably wouldn't be willing to quarrel with him like this, he could use it to express The only joy is to do something for Qi Ling personally.

He has taken care of Qi Ling in this way for so many days, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with doing so, it's just their marriage relationship, he is also qualified to do such a thing for Qi Ling.

And Qi Ling's heartbeat, which has always been steady, continued to lose its rhythm when Ding Cheng put on socks and shoes for him, and he was a little confused. He wanted to take his feet back, but he wanted to see Ding Cheng like this. In the meantime, Ding Cheng had already dressed him.

"I'll do it myself in the future."

Qi Ling's eyes lowered slightly, he found his heartbeat, and he raised his hand to rub Ding Cheng's hair again.

"It's okay... I can do it."

Ding Cheng didn't feel Qi Ling's touch at all, he stood up, stretched out his hand, Qi Ling hesitated a little, then grabbed his wrist, and stood up like this.

They looked at each other, didn't say any more irritating words, and listened to Jiang Suwen's instructions, they left the hospital and drove towards Ding's house, which took an hour.

Ding Cheng was sitting quite upright, but his eyes looked at Qi Ling's feet from time to time. Qi Ling recovered his health all of a sudden, and he was somewhat uncomfortable.

He thought that he would not be able to look for opportunities to take advantage of it in the future... However, the joy of Qi Ling's complete recovery still overwhelmed those regrets, he turned his head towards Qi Ling and smiled again after thinking this way.

"Father and grandpa must be very happy too," Ding Cheng tried his best to reassure Qi Ling. He knew that Mr. Ding and Ding Hande didn't like Qi Ling very much, but they were important to him. Ding Cheng could only work hard. Moderate their relationship in the middle.

"I know," Qi Ling nodded, his eyes fell on the hands they had been clasping, he opened Ding Cheng's hand, found a thin scar in the middle of the index finger, and frowned, "This is what happened?"

"I heard from my brother, it seems that I was scratched when I climbed a tree when I was young. It's not serious." Ding Cheng leaned over and looked at his hand with Qi Ling, and recalled it carefully. thing.

Qi Ling looked carefully again, and it was indeed not particularly serious. He touched the calluses on Ding Cheng's fingertips again, and this time, Ding Cheng told him without asking.

"I made these by practicing some equipment. I didn't pay attention at the time. I didn't expect them to form cocoons..." Ding Cheng said and secretly glanced at Qi Ling. Qi Ling probably disliked his ugly hands.

However, Qi Ling's mind is that the most powerful old man Ding in their Ding family can't quite see it, let alone Ding Cheng.

"It's not pretty, right..."

Hearing this, Qi Ling raised his eyes and fell on Ding Cheng's slightly tangled face. He raised his hand to stroke Ding Cheng's hair, paused, and then rubbed Ding Cheng's cheek, "No."

Ding Cheng let Qi Ling touch and rub like this, his entanglements disappeared immediately, he sat obediently, watching with blinking eyes, Qi Ling, who was only suddenly excited, couldn't help but put his hands on Ding Cheng's face Hang around for a while.

Qi Ling withdrew his hand, Ding Cheng's eyes were almost laughing, he squinted, the muscles of his cheeks were very stiff, but his joy from the inside out was not difficult to feel, influenced by him, Qi Ling's I feel better than ever.

The car stopped at the gate of Ding's house, Ding Cheng poked his head out, the servant at the gate recognized Ding Cheng, opened the iron gate, and continued driving for a while before stopping.

But Ding Zhaili knew that Ding Cheng and Qi Ling were coming back early in the morning. Mr. Ding and Ding Hande were sitting in the living room. When they heard the movement outside, the two looked at each other for a while. Ding Hande was more emotional. He got up and went outside to pick up his little son.

"Chengcheng..."

When Ding Hande yelled, Ding Cheng responded resoundingly, "Father!"

"Go in quickly, it's cold outside, it looks like it's going to snow again..." Ding Cheng got out of the car and walked over quickly. Ding Hande had been staying in the heating room, naturally not wearing thick clothes, Ding Cheng pushed him off , he happily went inside.

Qi Ling also got out of the car, but he took out some gifts that he had prepared earlier from the trunk.

Ding Cheng saw Ding Hande go in, but didn't follow him immediately, he stopped, turned sideways and waited for Qi Ling to approach, "Hey, my dad was so happy to see me, I chased him away before he had time to look at you." gone back……"

Ding Cheng explained that he reached out to take something from Qi Ling's hand, but Qi Ling didn't hand it to him, but took Ding Cheng's hand. Ding Cheng was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he was led went inside.

Ding Hande got Ding Cheng's attention and was flirting with Mr. Ding, but when he turned around, he saw his youngest son being shyly led in by his legal marriage partner.

"Hello, grandpa, hello, dad," Qi Ling said hello, and handed the things to Zhang Jingjia, the housekeeper who came forward, and then he continued to lead Ding Cheng closer.

Mr. Ding looked away from their intertwined hands after a short pause. He nodded, "Sit down."

"Is everything all right?" Old Man Ding asked about Qi Ling's leg and his "disability" that was particularly serious a week ago.

"It's all good, let grandpa and dad worry."

Qi Ling nodded in agreement, his eyes were calm and deep, not at all afraid of Mr. Ding's questioning.

"Chengcheng was talking to your father in the living room, Qi Ling came with me to the study," said Mr. Ding, he got up and walked to the study first, Qi Ling patted the back of Ding Cheng's hand, and got up to follow.

Old Master Ding was not satisfied with Qi Ling's answer, he wanted Qi Ling to answer more carefully and frankly.And these words are not suitable for Ding Cheng to listen to, it will only make Ding Cheng feel embarrassed and powerless, it is wrong for him to help anyone, and it is wrong not to help anyone.

Ding Cheng's mouth moved|twitched, and finally he was able to watch the door he often cared about close.

He turned his head and glanced at Ding Hande who was secretly gloating, "Dad, where's the big brother?"

"Your elder brother will be back an hour or two late, and it's still early for dinner." Ding Hande looked at Ding Cheng's healthy and energetic appearance, feeling a little bit in his heart, and finally he didn't let Ding Cheng go astray.

"What are you looking at? Your son is handsome," Ding Cheng raised his chin narcissistically. He glanced in the direction of the study, guessing that Mr. Ding and Qi Ling would not come out so soon. He turned on the TV and accompanied Ding Cheng. Hudson watched TV and talked.

The atmosphere in the study was not as serious as Ding Cheng thought. Qi Ling and Mr. Ding had been talking, but none of them involved Ding Cheng. Mr. Ding was testing and observing Qi Ling, and Qi Ling's successive performances were beyond his expected.

Let Mr. Ding not dare to treat Qi Ling with the usual attitude towards juniors. His idea is correct. Qi Ling can completely keep up with his topics. In terms of business literacy, Qi Ling is very good, younger than most of the people in Beicheng Everyone needs to be great.

"Old Man Qi spent some effort on you..."

Mr. Ding commented that he taught Ding Bo and Ding Cheng a lot, but Ding Cheng was not interested in being in charge, and even though Ding Bo was older than Qi Ling, he was still a little immature. Not as good as the deceased Mr. Qi.

Qi Ling smiled when he heard this, and was noncommittal to the words.

Qi Ling knew in his heart that his ability to cope with Old Master Ding at this moment had something to do with his grandfather's teachings, but it was more due to his accumulation in his previous life. Those visions and experiences were a gift from time, not from anyone.

"Chengcheng and I...we won't get a divorce," Qi Ling didn't wait for old man Ding to bring it up, he took the initiative to say it, and also informed old man Ding of his and Ding Cheng's agreement. Regarding the agreement between Ding Cheng and old man Ding, he never I don't know, and I don't agree.

"You were the one who guided Chengcheng to go abroad two years ago, right?" Qi Ling looked up at Old Man Ding. Old Man Ding was in his 60s and had experienced too many things. His eyes and expression were flawless.

But Qi Ling came to such a conclusion not relying on the possible flaws in front of him, he lived an extra life, many clues connected, combined with the current situation, are enough to draw such a conclusion.