He is really fragrant after marrying a wealthy actor

Gu Ling's hand moved up a little bit, and moved to the neat bow tie.

That night, Qi Che didn't come out for almost an hour in the bathroom.

Gu Ling went to the study, then went out from the study and went downstairs to find fruit to eat, and then went upstairs to wash up. For various reasons, he passed Qi Che's bathroom several times, but he could only see the man hidden in the corner of the corridor passing through the mist. Warm yellow light.

Seeing that an hour had passed, Qi Che hadn't come out yet.Gu Ling felt a little puzzled, and couldn't help having a new understanding of Qi Che's cleanliness.

How can it be so unbearable to smell a perfume that doesn't belong to you?Not afraid to wash off a layer of skin.

He has never been in contact with people with such serious cleanliness, but he has also seen similar situations in movies and TV dramas, which is a type of obsessive-compulsive disorder, which is very annoying.

Gu Ling shook his head and sighed, suddenly feeling a little sympathetic to Qi Che.

It seems that even people who are successful in the eyes of others still have painful and unsolvable things.

Back in the master bedroom, Gu Ling turned on his mobile phone before he was completely drowsy, and entered the search: "The cause of excessive cleanliness..."

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Qi Che walked in wearing neat pajamas.

Gu Ling looked up and met Qi Che's gaze.

The two gazes intertwined for a moment in silence.

A ripple flashed in Qi Che's usually calm and deep eyes, and then he looked away.

Since this change was so subtle, Gu Ling didn't notice it at all.

Qi Che didn't say anything, and came to the bed with a calm expression.

Gu Ling looked at him from the corner of his eye and lay down quietly as if a robot had entered a shutdown and hibernation program. He glanced at the time, and it was only 5 minutes before ten o'clock.

It seemed that he was about to resume his slightly disturbed sleep time for a few days, and it was estimated that the time disorder of these few days would also cause bugs in his program.

Gu Ling didn't have time to take a look at the content posted by Baidu, so he quickly cherished the last time to play the game in the WeChat applet.

This was forwarded to him by Zhang Chen. It has been very popular recently. It is an agility game in which small fish can be synthesized into big fish bit by bit.

Gu Ling replied at that time:

[Ling: Games for the mentally handicapped. 】

But since it's a game before going to bed, games for the mentally handicapped are still very suitable, so Gu Ling turned it on anyway.

Sure enough, there are many people playing in the friend list, and Zhang Chen is firmly in the first place.

The faint smell of snow mint came in from the tip of his nose. Gu Ling watched the big shark that he had synthesized by himself swimming in the water with his eyes, but his finger movements were a little slow.

This smell is very light, very cold, and seems to have no emotion.

At this time, Gu Ling suddenly realized that all the products Qi Che used had the same scent. Shampoo, body wash, and cologne all had this snow mint flavor.

I have never smelled this kind of fragrance anywhere before, it should be a custom-made fragrance.

It suits him very well.

Gu Ling synthesized the big shark on the screen into a whale, and suddenly thought so for no reason.

This feeling is very subtle, after all, he still retains the impression that Qi Che is an AI robot, and feels that the smell on his body should be the cold smell of metal.

But the scent of snow mint that drills all the way to the tip of the nose tears a crack in this stereotype.

If we go back to the time when this crack first occurred, it should be that night, when the humiliated princess hugged her and was inundated by this fragrance without any hiding.

If the hand moves slowly, the game will not go on, and the game will fail after a while.

Gu Ling didn't reopen it, but stayed on the points page, aiming at the side intentionally or unintentionally.

Qi Che didn't lie down immediately either, but took a book from the bedside table and was reading it.

Gu Ling glanced at the cover with a corner exposed, and saw that it was a picture book, but the content was not clear.

"you……"

Qi Che suddenly turned his head, looked at him, and said a word.

Gu Ling was startled: "What's wrong?"

Qi Che looked away indifferently, fiddled with a corner of the page with his fingers twice, but did not answer.

His facial features are thin and cold, and he looks repulsive when he is expressionless-of course, most of the time.

Coupled with his identity and background, most people who have little friendship with him are afraid of him, even though he has never done anything to use power to dominate others.

Gu Ling looked at him, saw the corners of his lips pursed into a line, without saying a word, couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Qi Che raised his eyes, glanced at him, then moved away, and looked at him again: "From now on, we still have to restrain ourselves in front of everyone."

Gu Ling: "?"

convergence?Gu Ling couldn't help but began to reflect on what he had done recently, or did he do it in public...

Send Zhou Bowen to the traffic police brigade that night?But isn't that also normal?Can't you be a law-abiding citizen?

He couldn't figure it out in a daze, Qi Che lowered his eyes, and the subtle movements of fingertips playing with the pages of the book became more frequent.

Gu Ling asked him for help with his expression, expressing that he didn't understand.

Qi Che frowned slightly, and took a deep breath: "Anyway, you can do whatever you want in private, don't show your emotions in public for now."

He paused, then added: "It's for your own good."

With a "squeak", a corner of the page was torn under his fiddle.

Gu Ling suddenly realized.

It seems that tonight, his intention and attitude of wanting to make friends with Yu Chen are too obvious, and he can see it.

Gu Ling couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he touched the tip of his nose and said, "Sorry, I just couldn't help it."

Qi Che's eyes suddenly fluctuated almost dodging: "Then you should also pay attention."

Gu Ling nodded: "Okay, I see."

Qi Che's words are actually reasonable, after all, his current identity is still outside the crew of "Dust Rise", but he obviously has a close relationship with the main creator of the crew, such as Song Yan or Director Zheng. Between Yu Chen and Yu Chen, it inevitably seemed that he was plotting something.

Thinking of this, Gu Ling looked at Qi Che unexpectedly.

Was he still observing himself so keenly?He didn't even ask himself what is the purpose of getting close to Yu Chen?

Seeing Gu Ling's downcast eyes admitting his mistake, Qi Che's Adam's apple slipped slightly for a moment.

He remembered that he and Gu Ling were married after all, so even if he made such a request because he was worried that Gu Ling would encounter gossip, would it still be too difficult for others.

He closed the picture album and put it back in its original place, as if it was the first time he felt undecided about one thing.

When the time came to ten o'clock, the intelligent lighting system began to dim and turn off on time.

In the dark, Gu Ling noticed that the people around him had already laid down in an upright posture, ready to fall asleep.

He also put down his phone and lay down.

There was a rustling sound of touching the bedding for a while, and finally it quieted down, leaving only the faint sound of the cooling system of the thermostat in the room.

Once the vision is weakened, the other five senses become more obvious.

Gu Ling adjusted his posture a little, then froze again.

Why didn't I find the sound of pajamas rubbing against the sheets so obvious before?

Then there is the more existential snow mint aroma smelled from the tip of the nose...

There is also a little disinfectant smell.

Gu Ling: "..."

Only now did he feel that his behavior of spraying Qi Che with disinfectant spray was really a bit sloppy.

Two 10 minutes later.

Qi Che's peaceful breathing was interrupted, and he suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness.

He moved slowly, pushing the hand that hit his side to the other side.

"Snapped"

Called again.

Qi Che took a deep breath, grabbed the restless arm, pushed it far away, then changed his sleeping position rarely, and lay with his back facing the person next to him.

He closed his eyes, the feeling of grabbing the man's wrist just now was still very clear.

The wrist bones are prominent, and the wrist is so thin that it feels like it can be wrapped around one hand.

Gu Ling slept well that night. Apart from the back pain caused by the mattress being too hard, it can be said that he felt refreshed.

He got up early again and took the silly dog ​​out for a walk before returning.

When he came back from walking the dog, he was sweating all over, so he took a simple shower first, and when he came out, he saw Qi Che who had just woken up.

"Morning." Gu Ling greeted as usual, "Did you sleep well?"

Qi Che glanced at him indifferently, went downstairs without saying a word.

Gu Ling: "?"

What's wrong again.

He also went downstairs and muttered, "What's the matter, didn't you sleep well?"

The slender fingers buttoned the cuffs casually, Qi Che said slowly: "What dream did you have last night?"

Last night, he realized a little more, no matter how thin his wrist is, it hurts terribly when he falls on someone in his sleep.

Not to mention that Gu Ling hit him five times in one night.

Gu Ling heard the words and thought about it for a while: "It seems to be dreaming..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Qi Che gave him a cool look.

it is more than words.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

Gu Ling had a flash of inspiration, and tentatively said: "Well...in order not to disturb you in the future, why don't I move to another bedroom?"

He was looking forward to it in his heart, after all, Qi Che's bed was really hard, it was really torture to sleep on it all night.

If you change a bedroom, you can privately ask Butler Chen to change to a softer mattress, and you don't have to go to bed at ten o'clock every day to bid farewell to the nightlife.

Qi Che looked at Gu Ling, and saw that he was showing guilt, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes drooped at this moment, looking quite...

Pitiful.

Qi Che looked away, and said in a low voice, "No need."

Gu Ling was very disappointed.

Although he was disappointed, it was not easy to show it, so he had to force a smile, and only lowered his eyelids when he sent Qi Che away who was going out to work.

Before leaving the door, Qi Che suddenly stopped and turned to look at him: "I'm going to the company today, I have a social event tonight, so I'll be back later."

Gu Ling was startled, and it took him a while to realize that he seemed to be reporting the itinerary to himself.

This won't fix it for him.

He was dazed for a while, then said dryly, "Got it."

Qi Che noticed his expression, it seemed that he was surprised by what he said, or... flattered.

This expression suddenly hit Qi Che's delicate emotions, so after a long silence, he said: "If you want to ask in the future, you can also ask me about my itinerary at any time."

Gu Ling: It seems that you don't really want to?

Thinking so in my heart, I still said: "Okay."

Only then did Qi Che turn around and leave.

Gu Ling looked at the back of him leaving, and felt that something was wrong, what's going on? ?

As he turned on the phone, he thought that Qi Che was really strange, how could he suddenly report the itinerary to himself, and he didn't know if there was a bug in the established program and whether it could be fixed.

After his schedule became very old during this period, he didn't participate in the water group time every night, so when he opened the message reminder the next morning, he would receive a lot of messages by Didi.

[Brother Zhang Chen: Come to drink at night, brothers, the old place SEXYCP, Mr. Zhang pays for the whole audience]

[Luo Yuan: Is there any happy event, Mr. Zhang]

[Master Zhang Chen: My brother's birthday, I invited some brats, I reserved a box for them, let's have a drink next door. 】

[Lin Yiwen: Your younger brother is only in high school, you take them to SC? 】

【Master Zhang Chen: So I'll go take a look.Besides, a child of this age knows a lot now, so don't worry about it. 】

This was news after one o'clock last night. Gu Ling looked at the time and was not in a hurry to reply. He waited until he felt that they were almost up before sending out the news.

[Ling: I think it's because you want to drink. 】

After less than two or three minutes, the group rang again.

[Master Zhang Chen: Hey, is your husband going out?Can you message me? 】

When Gu Ling saw the word "husband" and thought of the deity he was referring to, goose bumps all over his body.

[Ling: Don't talk nonsense. 】

[Master Zhang Chen: Hey, are you coming tonight? 】

Gu Ling thought for a while, Qi Che was going out to socialize, wouldn't that be the best time.

【Ling: Of course go】

[Master Zhang Chen: Your husband is not at home? 】

[Ling: If you dare to say these two words again, I'll make you call me daddy tonight. 】

[Master Zhang Chen: Husband, husband, husband...]

【Ling:...】

In the evening, Gu Ling went to the SEXYCP bar with the mentality of not letting Zhang Chen go home standing up tonight.

He was the last one, Zhang Chen and the others had already had a round of drinking.

Seeing Gu Ling coming in, Zhang Chen was so frightened that he fled to the next box and hid among the group of high school students.

Gu Ling chased after him, picked up a dice from a distance and threw it accurately, Zhang Chen skillfully held his head, and the dice fell to the ground and spun smoothly.

Gu Ling: "What are you running for?"

Zhang Chen: "I'm wrong dad!"

Zhang Chen knew too well about his brother's drinking capacity, whoever drank with him would have to bow down to him.

Gu Ling let him go temporarily and returned to the box.

Luo Yuan poured a glass of wine and handed it to him, and sat beside him.

Gu Ling took it and took a sip.

Luo Yuan said in a low voice: "Recently... the Xingrui Entertainment of the Gu family has been spreading the news about the start of a major project drama, and everyone is showing off their power."

Hearing this, Gu Ling raised his eyes.

Xingrui Entertainment is the industry of the Gu family, a medium-sized entertainment company, and it has been going downhill in recent years.

If it weren't for the fact that they were on the verge of bankruptcy, they wouldn't have brought home the Gu Ling brothers and sisters who hadn't been under their care for several years, and would have sent him to marry for funds in a few days.

Luo Yuan looked displeased and defended him: "They don't know how they got the financing? They actually have the face to show off everywhere and completely forget about you... It's really a dog eating their conscience."

Gu Ling drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, squinting slightly stimulated by the alcohol.

Luo Yuan looked at him, a little anxious for him: "Really, if we don't find an excuse, how can we not make them so comfortable?"

"What's the rush?" Gu Ling smiled, "It's not my turn to get my hands dirty."

The high school students in the next box were having fun, and knocked open the door of this box, looking for dice to play from here.

Seeing a lot of people squeezed in, Gu Ling got up and went to the corner, leaning against the bar counter, there were only a few ice cubes left in the wine glass, and there was a crisp sound when it hit the glass wall.

Zhang Chen also squeezed over: "What are you doing! You dare to run around everywhere..."

There were a few girls among the high school students. After entering, their eyes were fixed on the person standing in the corner.

Seeing the girls looking at him, the young man raised the cup in his hand, and Kong Kong signaled, the girls immediately looked away, gathered together and laughed, just peeking one after another.

The young man was dressed in all black, and the black shirt was hidden in the dim light of the box. It was almost impossible to see it without looking carefully, but on the contrary, his skin was very white, his eyebrows were open, and when he looked lazily at this side, It's even more difficult to move your eyes away.

Although the expressions and movements were simply greetings without any other meanings, there was an inexplicable sense of bewilderment.

Zhang Chen sent the group of high school students away before he walked over and patted Gu Ling on the shoulder: "I'm teasing you again, little girl."

Gu Ling was a little speechless: "I'm just saying hello seriously."

Zhang Chen shook his head helplessly: "Even so, if you stand here, you don't look like a good person in this atmosphere."

Gu Ling: "I'll just take it as your compliment."

Zhang Chen changed the subject: "Of course, it's all an illusion, and you don't know anything about falling in love. You don't have that nerve, or you've been single until now."

Gu Ling sneered: "I've said it many times, I'm not interested in dating."

It's annoying just thinking about it.

Usually, Zhang Chen would never refute when he heard him say this, but this time he suddenly remembered something and squinted at him: "Really? Do you feel the same way now?"

"Nonsense..." Gu Ling didn't react at first, but only realized something from Zhang Chen's expression halfway through the sentence, "I advise you to be cautious in your words and deeds, do you still want to go out tonight?"

"Hahaha," Zhang Chen took a few steps away, "I'm just kidding."

After drinking two more cups, Zhang Chen boasted a few words about the taste of the new special tune, and then he got a little overbearing, and leaned into Gu Ling's ear and asked, "Is it really impossible? Marriage first and then love?"

Gu Ling didn't answer him, but looked outside the box, frowning.

Zhang Chen: "What's wrong?"

Gu Ling got up suddenly and walked out of the box.

The flow of people in the bar reached its peak, and there were people sitting in different sections and boxes, and there were ambiguous atmospheres and chatter and laughter everywhere.

Zhang Chen chased him out, saw Gu Ling looking at the distance from the door of the box, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Gu Ling shook his head: "It's nothing...just..."

It seems to have seen Zhou Bowen.

It just passed by the door of the box, so I couldn't see it clearly at all, but it looked a bit similar.

When I chased it out again, I couldn't see anyone.

Zhang Chen was shocked after hearing him say this: "How is it possible? That idiot should still be locked up now, right? Didn't he say he was locked up for a few days that night?"

Gu Ling turned around and returned to the box, hearing the words: "After all, it didn't cause any consequences, it's a big or small thing."

If his father used some means to release it, it wouldn't be too difficult.

Back at the bar again, Gu Ling saw that his glass was already full.

The bartender just turned away and wiped the glasses with his back turned.

Gu Ling didn't think much about it, picked it up and looked at it, and saw that the wine was dark red, and the color looked very attractive.

Zhang Chen said: "I'll go see if there is any list of that idiot in a while, and I will definitely kill him if I meet again tonight..."

Gu Ling responded casually, took a sip, and the blood-red liquid flowed in the glass, reflecting a paradoxical light.

The State Banquet Hall of Changzhou Hotel under the Qi Group.

An extremely serious business dinner was over, and Qi Che was the first to plan to leave.

"Director Qi." Someone came up behind him and said humbly, "Would you like to listen to me for three minutes?"

Qi Che stopped and turned around. Although his expression was completely invisible under the cover of the sunglasses and mask, Mr. Zhou, who was a head shorter than him, still felt anxious.

"Don't call me that." Qi Che took off his sunglasses, showed indifferent eyes, and said coldly, "Is there something wrong?"

Mr. Zhou nodded quickly: "That... just wanted to ask, do you know someone named... Gu Ling?"

Qi Che was silent for a moment, and his tone seemed a little wary: "What's wrong."

"Oh, it's not a big deal... It's just that Mr. Gu had a little bit of a holiday with my unbelievable bastard son, and he alarmed you at the time, so he wanted to explain."

Mr. Zhou stroked his half-bald head, almost sweating under Qi Che's condescending gaze, "It's also my son who can't hold his breath, and talks nonsense when provoked by others, he should do whatever..."

Qi Che interrupted him lightly: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

"Yes... yes." Mr. Zhou cleared his throat, "Actually, at that time, this guy named Gu Ling had been thinking about a design studio under our Truly name. Many original manuscripts."

Qi Che's originally casual eyes suddenly focused: "Studio?"

Mr. Zhou only thought that the complaint was on point: "Yes, that's why they quarreled in the hall at that time. Zhou Bowen also wanted to protect the interests of our group..."

While talking, he found that Qi Che was silent, and the emotion in his eyes was dim.

Mr. Zhou couldn't continue speaking anymore, and his voice lowered.

Qi Che: "Is there any more?"

Mr. Zhou was stunned: "No, no more."

"Yeah." Qi Che said very calmly, and returned to the state of indifference, "If he wants it, give it to him. It's better than having it in your hands."

Mr. Zhou suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning: "?"

Qi Che turned around and left without any extra emotion.

Mr. Zhou still wanted to catch up and say something, but the phone rang suddenly, so he had to step back and pick it up.

Qi Che walked towards the elevator entrance, and heard Mr. Zhou calling in the distance behind him: "What? He ran to the bar again?? What is he doing again... what?"

The voice behind suddenly became quieter.

Qi Che's footsteps stopped slightly suddenly, and his brows furrowed.

Eleven o'clock at night.

Qi Che was sitting in the back seat of the gray-blue Rolls-Royce, watching the traffic outside the car, the light shining through the window, leaving streaks of light.

He raised his hand and pressed the Bluetooth headset next to his ear, Gao Lin's voice came from inside:

"Teacher Qi! Don't worry, Mr. Gu has been sent home."

"How did you expect it? Mr. Gu's wine is really wrong, he had already had a drink when our people arrived..."

Qi Che's tone suddenly turned cold: "What was added to the wine?"

Gao Lin said: "No, no, it's not that something was added. It's replaced with extremely high-strength spirits, which are generally not used in cocktails. Mr. Gu probably didn't notice it. After drinking a glass, it's a bit..."

Gao Lin babbled on for a long time, Qi Che didn't ask any more questions after listening, and hung up the phone.

His expression was gloomy, more gloomy than the large black clouds outside the car that had been unable to rain for a long time.

Fortunately, it wasn't drugged, but what was the purpose of getting him drunk, and in that kind of place?

Zhou Bowen.

Qi Che repeated the name in his heart.

Gu Ling was sent home in a daze.

He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. In short, his whole body was hot, the soles of his feet were fluttering, and he felt dizzy.

Not to mention, I still feel quite happy, with a sense of relaxation that I haven't felt in a long time.

He raised his head, opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and he could vaguely distinguish the lights on the ceiling...

Oh yes, this is the living room.

What a big living room.

The decoration is also very delicate, but a little bit frigid.

where is this?

So hot.

Clothes are in the way.

This is what Qi Che saw when he stepped into the living room.

The young man was dressed in black, and his shirt had been unbuttoned to the third button, revealing a large white collarbone with a faint blush.

Gu Ling felt that he heard the voice of someone talking from a long distance away.

"Mr. Qi, you are back. We dare not leave like Mr. Gu..."

"The hangover soup is ready, do you want to serve it?"

The chirping went on and on, and finally a very cold voice ended the noise:

"You all go back and rest."

The voice was a little familiar, but also a little strange.

Everything was so quiet, you could almost hear a needle drop.

There was only the sound of very light footsteps, getting closer.

Gu Ling tried his best to raise his heavy eyelids, looked towards the voice, and saw a tall man in white clothes and black trousers walking towards him.

The tip of the nose was suddenly lingered by a familiar smell.

The taste of mint, the taste of ice and snow.

like a person.

Gu Ling blinked hard and remembered a name: "Qi Che?"

He thought for a while and came up with a definition: "Robot?"

There was a blurry figure of a man in front of him, and no matter how hard he looked, he could only make out his tall nose bridge and his tightly pursed thin lips.

The voice like mint, like ice and snow fell from the top of the head lightly: "What did you call me?"

Gu Ling thought about it hard, isn't it right to call it that?

The more he thought about it, the hotter he felt, and he subconsciously tugged at the collar of his shirt, which sounded like another button had been torn off with a snap.

The man standing in front of him suddenly lowered his body and wrapped his hands around his collar.

Gu Ling only felt that the icy fragrance was getting stronger.

Can't be called a robot.

What is that called?

Qi Che, who was standing in front of Gu Ling, looked down at his already messy neckline and his looming collarbone.

Gu Ling raised his hand suddenly, and grabbed Qi Che's hanging tie tail unexpectedly.

Qi Che: "You..."

Unprepared, Qi Che was bent down by his force, his breathing suddenly fluttered.

Gu Ling's hand moved up a little bit, and moved to the neat bow tie.

Qi Che's pupils constricted, looking at the person in front of him with black eyes and black hair, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and the last dark red tear mole looked like an extremely flamboyant ink painting.

"That's called..." Gu Ling thought of a possible correct answer, "Husband?"

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