He is really fragrant after marrying a wealthy actor

"Could I really like you?"

For a deep coconut lover like Gu Ling, if it weren't for the haste of moving here from home, he would not have allowed himself to have the last packet of coconut flour on hand.

After giving Gao Lin a taste before, every time he came, he would grab a pack. Gu Ling gave it generously at first, but he didn't realize it until it was almost gone two days ago, and forgot to buy it again.

Gu Ling watched Qi Che's bony hand holding the cup, slowly raising it up and away from him, and gradually realized the true meaning of the four words "powerless to return to heaven".

He rested his chin on his hand, silently watching Qi Che take a shallow sip.

He swore that if Qi Che showed even the slightest bit of disgust, then he would definitely...

Qi Che took a sip, paused, and then took another sip.

Gu Ling was slightly taken aback, unexpectedly, he didn't see any expression of dislike on his face.

Still calm and expressionless, as if drinking plain water.

But according to Gu Ling's understanding of him, this expression is already considered to be his liking.

After the accident, he felt that it should be taken for granted. After all, even a robot has to submit to the delicacy of the world he chose.

Qi Che put down his glass and glanced at him indifferently: "What are you doing at the group today?"

Gu Ling: "I have something to do."

Oh yes, I forgot to meet him in the Qi Group's building today.

Upon hearing this answer, Qi Che looked at him silently.

Although there was no expression on his face, Gu Ling knew what he meant, and he was saying that if he answered, it would be the same as if he hadn't answered.

Gu Ling propped his chin and subconsciously rubbed the red mole under his eyes: "Look for someone."

He paused, not knowing whether to continue talking.

After all, I don't know how Qi Che is feeling now. If it's not good, will he be dismissed when he mentions the studio?

It's not good if you don't get the best time.

Gu Ling raised his eyes to look at him. Against the light of the restaurant, the man was pouring a cup of ground coffee with his hands up. The light hit his sculpted face, which was extraordinarily cool and noble.

At the same time, it can be seen that the mood is still not very good.

But what is rare is that he is willing to drink "instant" drinks that he would never drink before, which can be regarded as a kind of progress.

Gu Ling made a tentative suggestion: "Pour coconut milk into the coffee...it's also delicious."

Qi Che raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, without saying a word.

After pouring the coffee, he stood up, ignored the half-drunk coconut juice, and went upstairs without taking Gu Ling's constructive advice.

Gu Ling looked at his indifferent back: Speechless.jpg.

He looked at the cup of coconut milk on the table, and poured it out with a heavy heart.

If I had known it earlier, I would have given him half of it with a cup.

Qi Che didn't even ask him who he was looking for, obviously not interested in his affairs.

Gu Ling was not in a hurry, he packed up his mind and went upstairs, ready to wash up and go to bed, and wait for tomorrow to talk about big things.

Qi Che didn't go back to the bedroom again that night, Gu Ling slept on the big bed with peace of mind, nothing dissatisfied except that the bed was not soft enough and that he couldn't sleep naked, after all, there was no robot next to him to sleep with.

Early the next morning, Gu Ling got up and opened Weibo first. Sure enough, he saw the clarification Weibo posted by Qi Che's studio, saying that there was no such thing as standing up for fans, it was just the company's normal order management.

Qi Group's official blog was forwarded at the same time.

After it was released, fans also boasted that Mr. Qi never took credit indiscriminately, and did not set himself up and wait for rainbow farts.

After reading it, Gu Ling thought a few words about why no matter what happened, people would praise Qi Che, and on the other hand, he posted the trending search into the small group.

【Thousands of flowers in the bushes, a leaf does not touch the body (5)】

[Ling: See, I just met Zhou Bowen, and before I could make a move, Qi's executives meddled. 】

The rumors were finally subsided, so Gu Ling felt relieved and went downstairs to eat.

Qi Che had already finished his meal and was preparing to go out at the entrance, while Gao Lin was waiting beside him.

Seeing Gu Ling coming down, Gao Lin asked early: "Ms. Qi went to the script reading meeting today, and I won't be coming back tonight. I'll be back tomorrow night."

Gu Ling: "Oh... yes."

Qi Che glanced at him when he heard the sound, and Gu Ling met his gaze, and immediately felt that his face was scary.

It's really not very good-looking. I'm afraid I didn't sleep well last night, and maybe even stayed up all night.

Gu Ling subconsciously "cared" and said: "Mr. Qi, remember to rest, eat and drink, and don't take things to heart."

Qi Che paused when he straightened his cuffs, then raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently.

Gu Ling expressed encouragement with his eyes.

I hope that the robot can remove this world-weary face as soon as possible.

Qi Che turned his head expressionlessly, the door opened, and Qi Che and Gao Lin stepped out.

Seeing that they had left completely, Gu Ling happily went to have breakfast while making an appointment in the small group for tonight's game.

[Master Zhang Chen: Your old man is willing to let you out? 】

[Ling: He went to celebrate the [-]th birthday of Xiaofa. 】

[Lin Yiwen: Huh?Then don't you need to go together? 】

[Master Zhang Chen: Don't be silly, Wenzi will take it seriously in a while. 】

【…】

Outside, Gao Lin closed the car door for Qi Che, and got into the co-pilot.

He looked at Qi Che's expression, and said with a little worry: "Mr. Qi, you didn't eat all day yesterday, did you? Didn't you sleep at night?"

He sighed: "This is not good, the body will be broken, you calm down, it's actually not..."

Qi Che closed his eyes and rested in the back seat, interrupting him: "It's nothing."

Gao Lin shut up.

He also knew that after yesterday, Qi Che would return to normal today.

Incomparably strict schedule, unchanging three meals, work quality and efficiency that are always above the perfect line.

It's really like a programmed robot, even if it occasionally reveals a trace of human emotion, it only allows this emotion to dominate itself for only one day.

Gao Lin was even a little dazed, he couldn't figure out whether the one who didn't eat, drink or work like yesterday was the real Qi Che, or if it was the real Qi Che who was back on track at this time.

In the evening, SEXYCP was chosen again for the wine party. Zhang Chen was very considerate and chose a small VIP box to avoid seeing other guests.

Ever since the unpleasant incident happened last time, Zhang Chen has been extremely disgusted with those idiots in the circle who always gossip.

A dozen bottles of wine were opened in the small box, and the four people toasted and clinked with each other, making crisp sounds.

Zhang Chen: "It's so rare, since Ling'er became a married man, this is the first time he's been drinking in a bar."

Luo Yuan smiled and said, "We thought we would never be able to ask you out again."

Gu Ling chuckled, the little mole in front of his eyes was especially beautiful because of the alcohol: "How could it be, he can't control me."

Of course, the main thing was that Qi Che didn't care about him at all.

From going out in the morning to now, except for the content of the text message that has not changed, I haven't asked a single extra word.

When Qi Che just received the photo of the dinner sent by Qi Che on time, without any deviation for a second, Gu Ling almost sent "unsubscribe" on impulse.

Lin Yiwen frowned and asked, "So you...really don't need to attend the birthday banquet?"

Zhang Chen spat out a mouthful of wine.

Gu Ling pressed his forehead and smiled for a while, then replied, "No, there is a generation gap."

This generation gap can also refer to the species segregation between himself and Qi Che, between humans and robots.

As Gu Ling was talking, he fiddled with his phone. It had been 2 minutes since he received the photo from Qi Che, and he still hadn't thought about going back.

After all, I am now...

The lighting in the box is ambiguous, and there is a table of wine bottles. It will never look serious when taking pictures.

He was a little worried, opened the photo album and slid up and down, and suddenly his fingers hovered over a photo of three meals that he had sent to Qi Che a week ago.

After some weighing, Gu Ling pressed the select button and clicked send.

Never mind, let's fool around first.

Anyway, Qi Che probably won't read it. He probably won't realize that it was posted by him. If he realizes it, he will say that he chose the wrong photo, and he can get over it.

Thinking of this, Gu Ling put away his mobile phone, held the wine bottle by the mouth again, and drank half of the bottle while the other three people booed.

It's already nine o'clock in the evening, and the conference room of the "Dust Rising" reading has not yet ended.

There were dozens of people sitting around the big round table in the conference room. Song Yan sat with another leading actress, and Qi Che sat on the other side of Song Yan.

During the intermission, everyone drank water, and those who went to the bathroom went to the bathroom, and the rest talked in a low voice, or had a little something to eat.

Qi Che was sitting in his seat, his thoughts still lingering on the point of the dispute with Song Yan just now, and he said in a low voice that he wanted to continue the discussion, when he noticed that Song Yan beside him didn't answer him, but buried his hair in the message.

With hair in the air, there was a faint smile on his face, his demeanor was gentle and a little tender, completely different from the seriousness and sense of attack when he was arguing about the plot just now.

After sending the message, Song Yan raised his head, saw Qi Che looking at him, and immediately reacted, his ears turned red: "I'm sorry, I sent two messages to...boyfriend. What did you just say?"

Qi Che looked away: "Let's talk about it later, I won't disturb you."

Song Yan was obviously apologetic, and wanted to say something, but seeing that his expression was indifferent, as if in a trance, he dared not speak, so he remained silent.

After the reading session ended, people left the meeting room one after another.

Qi Che didn't walk with anyone, and walked alone to the arranged room under Gao Lin's guidance.

While walking, Qi Che looked at the phone screen, the text messages he had exchanged with Gu Ling.

The last one is the dinner photo that Gu Ling sent to himself.

A trace of doubt flashed in Qi Che's eyes, and he suddenly whispered, "Why do you laugh while reading text messages?"

Gao Lin turned his head: "Huh?"

Qi Che put away his phone: "It's nothing."

Gao Lin didn't know why, so he was silent for a long while looking for a topic and said, "It's really hot today... Don't mention it, I really miss Mr. Gu's iced coconut juice..."

Qi Che seemed to be still in a daze, and said casually, "Then ask him for it."

Gao Lin smiled and said, "That's Mr. Gu's treasure. He said the day before yesterday that there was only the last pack, so he refused to give it to me."

Qi Che continued to be in a trance, and said perfunctorily: "Is that so, he gave it to me yesterday."

Gao Lin's footsteps stopped suddenly, his pupils trembled.

Noticing that he slowed down, Qi Che recovered from his trance, turned to look at him, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Gao Lin thought about it, hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head.

Qi Che went back to the room without asking any further questions.

After returning to the room, Qi Che changed his clothes and continued to sit at the desk to study the script.

Gao Lin went to heat up a cup of fresh milk, brought it in, and put it by his hand.

Qi Che took it casually, without bothering to drink it, his thoughts were still stuck on the script.

Gao Lin looked at this cup of snow-white milk, and felt that the more it looked, the more it looked like the last cup of coconut milk.

Finally, Gao Lin couldn't hold back, hesitantly said: "Mr. Qi, do you think there is such a possibility, I mean is it possible..."

"Mr. Gu's fake show is real, so he really likes you?"

The voice fell, and in the quiet study room, silence spread for several seconds.

Qi Che's fingers flipping the script paper suddenly lost strength, and a tiny crack was torn open, making a slight noise.

The author says:

Gu Ling: Impossible!