He is really fragrant after marrying a wealthy actor

1.8 meters six can't take it?

The summer night was hot and dry, everyone drank wine, and the faint smell of wine made the air a little bit drunk.

In this kind of slightly drunken atmosphere, everyone felt as if they had heard a little bit wrong, but at the same time they seemed to be right.

Director Zheng followed Qi Che's gaze and looked at Gu Ling, feeling that something was wrong, so he asked, "Who do you think caught him?"

Gu Ling turned around and ran back, interrupting when Qi Che spoke again: "Dog, his dog caught it."

Director Zheng blinked, pushed his glasses, half-believing: "Just now he clearly saw..."

Gu Ling raised his hand and pressed Director Zheng's arm that he wanted to gesture: "Director Zheng, Mr. Qi is drunk, let him go back to rest earlier."

Director Zheng drank the most. Although he seemed to be speaking logically, he was actually not very smart. After being interrupted by Gu Ling, he immediately forgot what he said before, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, that's not the case, Xiaoqi doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, but he won't drink half a glass, right? You're underestimating him, he won't be happy."

Everyone heard Director Zheng making a joke, and they all laughed along.

Gu Ling turned to Qi Che and stretched out a finger: "How much is this?"

After scoring twice, Qi Che's eyes slowly shifted to his outstretched fingers, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about why he did it again.

Gu Ling shook his finger: "How much?"

Qi Che looked away: "One."

Gu Ling stretched out a second finger: "What about now?"

Qi Che: "Two."

The others also calmed down and looked at them. Seeing Gu Ling's posture, they also began to wonder whether Qi Che was drunk or not, and waited for the next article with great interest.

Gu Ling looked at Qi Che expectantly: "So what is one plus two?"

Qi Che's thin lips were pressed tightly together, apparently exhausted and unhappy: "Three. So what are you going to do?"

Gu Ling: "..."

Gu Ling: "?"

what?what's the situation?

Director Zheng was stunned for a while, and immediately burst into laughter: "Hahaha, what did I say, I am not drunk or not, hahaha... Xiao Gu, are you drunk hahaha..."

Gu Ling knocked down his teeth and swallowed his blood, and gave an answer that went against his ancestors: "Yes, I'm drunk."

Although Director Zheng was old, he was full of spirit, and his smile was contagious. Everyone laughed all of a sudden, and the laughter traveled far in the summer night.

Gu Ling looked at everyone laughing with embarrassment, and after a while he thought it was okay, obviously this group of people who were all drunk had forgotten the rather ambiguous incident just now.

Amidst the lingering laughter, everyone said that they would meet again next time, and the headlights of the cars were lit up one by one, disappearing into the quiet summer night with only the chirping of cicadas.

[Zhang Chen's commander-in-chief: Going back? 】

【Ling: What's wrong】

[Master Zhang Chen: Are you really drinking too much?After a few days of marriage, the amount of alcohol is gone? 】

【Ling: Just follow what Director Zheng said. 】

[Master Zhang Chen: No, I think you are starting to set up people?Why, I really have to pretend to be a good kid. 】

Gu Ling looked at the words "good boy" and got so angry that his head almost got angry. When he was typing and scolding him, he heard a hoarse voice coming from his ear.

Qi Che: "What are you writing?"

Gu Ling was startled, and raised his eyes to look at him, and saw Qi Che turned his head slightly, looking at him firmly.

Although Qi Che answered correctly just now that one plus two equals three, Gu Ling felt intuitively that he was not sober.

Gu Ling looked at the several lines of swear words without dirty words in the input box on the screen, silently long-pressed to delete, and said, "Send WeChat."

"WeChat?" Qi Che repeated, paused, lowered his voice halfway, and repeated again, "WeChat."

Gao Lin set up a table with Director Zheng's assistant and Song Yan's manager on the first floor to chat all night. At this time, he was also sitting in the co-pilot. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned his head and exchanged glances with Gu Ling.

Gao Lin raised his chin: What's wrong?

Gu Ling shook his head: I don't know.

After Gu Ling exchanged glances with Gao Lin, Qi Che asked again: "Who are you sending it to?"

Gu Ling didn't understand, so he had to tell the truth: "For Zhang Chen. The tall guy who had dinner with us just now is 1.8 meters tall..."

Qi Che frowned slightly, and interrupted him: "1.8 meters six."

Gu Ling: "?"

Gao Linzao realized that his boss was drinking too much, and translated for him with a long sigh: "Mr. Qi means that he is 1.8 meters six."

Gu Ling: "Oh."

He is only 1.8 meters. This value is the number he hates the most. Almost everyone who hears this number will make a joke and ask whether you have falsely reported two centimeters.

So now that he mentioned his height, Gu Ling suddenly didn't want to talk, and looked out of the window with drooping eyelids, even the small red mole in front of his eyes became much dimmer.

What's wrong with [-]?What kind of height should you report, isn't it two centimeters shorter than Zhang Chen?It's just inexplicable, so ordinary and confident!

Gu Ling sent out a lot of bullet screens layer upon layer in his heart, until at first he thought it was over, then he heard Qi Che, who had been silent for a while, suddenly say again: "So it's you who said to him that I am you!" The reason for a friend?"

Gu Ling frowned, and turned to look at him with question marks all over his head.

Where is this going?

Gao Lin listened in the front seat and almost choked on the unswallowed boiled water.

Damn, Mr. Gu said Mr. Qi is just a friend?

Gao Lin suddenly recalled what he said to Qi Che before the banquet, such as not acknowledging that he is a boyfriend because he felt that he couldn't do anything, and then related to Qi Che's emotions and words now...

It’s over.

Big problem.

Gao Lin was sweating coldly in front of him, but Gu Ling couldn't figure it out. He thought it was Qi Che asking this question literally, so he tried to explain:

"No... just, Zhang Chen is not a firm talker, so he will definitely say it. Didn't you say that it is not the time to make it public? What's more, "Dust Rising" is still in preparation, and this relationship has been going around. Get up, it's not good for you and him."

This reason came to him later, of course he didn't think of it that much at the time, but he didn't want that idiot Zhang Chen to know that he came with his "marriage partner", and he was even more worried that Zhang Chen would say something like an old man.

Qi Che paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about the meaning of this long paragraph, and said for a while, "I told Director Zheng before going to the banquet that everyone present will definitely keep it secret."

Gu Ling sighed: "They don't know that I know Zhang Chen. If they don't know each other, Zhang Chen will keep it a secret, but if it's me, it's not certain."

This is also true, but Zhang Chen can't help but say a few words to anyone who has something to do with him.

Qi Che was silent.

Looking at him, Gu Ling probably believed what he said, and his expression and posture seemed to relax a lot, and he turned his head to look out the window.

Gao Lin, who was sitting in the front, thought that this should be regarded as a fool, and his job was saved, so he breathed a long sigh of relief, and rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead.

When they returned to the other courtyard, Steward Chen greeted them early and looked at the expressions of the two of them: "How are you two? How much did you drink?"

Gu Ling changed his shoes and pointed to Qi Che in front of him: "Mr. Qi drank too much."

Qi Che went to the living room and said, "No."

Housekeeper Chen understood, turned around and called to the kitchen: "Sister Wang, heat up the mung bean soup..."

Gu Ling added: "Add some sugar to my share."

Butler Chen: "Mr. Gu's must add sugar!"

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Gu Ling went upstairs to wash his face.

Gao Lin came to the living room, looked at Qi Che's expression, and didn't know how much he had drunk, so he tentatively said something serious: "Mr. Qi, I talked to Song Yan's manager An Yuan tonight, and they will join the team tomorrow. Alright, how do we arrange it?"

Speaking of this, Gao Lin thought of something: "Speaking of which, it turns out that Mr. Song's boyfriend is Sheng Yun, the chairman of Xingxiang Group? When the official announcement was made, we were filming abroad, and I didn't know about it. He has such a good boyfriend. , Teacher Song is still so low-key, it's really rare."

Qi Che had been sitting on the sofa, with his upper body leaning against the backrest, his slender legs crossed naturally, it was the first time he heard that he raised his head to look at Gao Lin, and said calmly, "So good?"

Gao Linying said: "Yes, you also know about Xingxiang Group, the big tree covering the sky in the entertainment circle, supported by such a ruthless backstage..."

Halfway through the speech, Gao Lin noticed Qi Che's plain but seemingly very cold eyes, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he dared not speak.

Mr. Gu is right, Mr. Qi must have drunk too much, and his vision is a bit blurred and out of focus.

That's true, but the air pressure is still as low as ever.

Gao Lin began to reflect on what he said was wrong.

Qi Che said calmly but with a bit of contempt: "That's all, what can he do?"

Gao Lin: "?"

Gao Lin froze.

So can the topic of whether or not you can afford it go away? ?

What's more, the fields of these two businesses are not in the same field, how to compare?

What kind of weird desire to win is this? ?

Gao Lin frantically prayed in his heart that Qi Che would wake up quickly, otherwise he would really be tortured crazy.

Thinking of this, he couldn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly got up and asked the kitchen: "Is the mung bean soup ready..."

Standing in the kitchen before finishing asking, a cool breath drifted by.

Gao Lin: "?"

Qi Che walked to the small cooking pot, and took the soup cup from the dumbfounded Sister Wang.

Seeing the noble and proud boss in the kitchen for the first time, Ms. Wang immediately wished she could take pictures with her mobile phone, so as to record the moment when the iron tree was blooming.

When Gu Ling washed his face and went downstairs, he saw such a sober look.

Mung bean soup to sober up was already set on the dining table. Gao Lin, Sister Wang and Butler Chen were sitting next to them, all of them looked horrified and shocked. Several heads stuck out from the door of the kitchen, wearing chef hats and looking towards it in curiosity and surprise. Look this way.

Gu Ling: "?"

What battle is this?

Gao Lin saw Gu Ling, and said with a dry smile, "Mr. Gu is down, come on, the mung bean soup is ready, drink it before you sleep comfortably..."

Qi Che who was sitting opposite had already started to move his spoon, so Gu Ling sat down in his seat and looked down at the mung bean soup in front of him.

The soup in the exquisite white porcelain bowl is red, clear and light, without any mung bean residue.

Gu Ling picked up the spoon, looked at Sister Wang, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any sugar?"

Sister Wang, who was pushed out of the kitchen by Qi Che when the mung bean soup was half cooked, nodded stiffly.

Gu Ling was puzzled, what's the matter, Qi Che's robot is contagious?

Gao Lin didn't say a word, Xin Dao not only let it go, but it was the first time in Mr. Qi's life that he cooked it himself. This bowl of mung bean soup was put up for auction, and fans were able to fetch sky-high prices.

Gu Ling didn't think much, scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth.

Half a second later, his eyes widened suddenly, he hurriedly pulled out a tissue to cover his mouth, and didn't drink a drop: "It's so salty!!"

Gu Ling only felt that he had eaten a mouthful of coarse salt, and immediately masked his pain, unable to recover for a long time.

Gao Lin stood up in fright: "Huh?"

He reached out to take a drop from the bowl, tasted it, and immediately put on the same pain mask as Gu Ling: "Damn it!"

The spoon in Qi Che's hand didn't move, he raised his eyes to look at Gu Ling, and pressed his thin lips tightly.

Gao Lin didn't care about the swearing again, and looked at Sister Wang: "What's the matter, is this treating salt as sugar?"

Sister Wang kept winking.

"Uh..." Gao Lin immediately realized, "Ah...that..."

Gu Ling wrinkled his face, looked at Sister Wang, and said with difficulty: "I still want to ask, how can I recognize salt as sugar..."

Qi Che turned his head slightly to look at Sister Wang, and asked calmly without changing his expression: "I want to know too."

Sister Wang: "??"

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Later, Sister Wang: "I think at the beginning, I was promoted and raised because of that day..."