He is really fragrant after marrying a wealthy actor

go to bed early

"Yes, I chose it, what do you think?" Gu Ling held the mobile phone, made a video call, and looked at Aunt Xu Lan on the screen, "This place is quite big, and the environment is not bad."

Xu Lan excitedly greeted the people around her: "Come and see, the studio chosen by Xiaoling..."

Gu Ling showed the layout of the entire studio to the studio members on the opposite side. It took him two days to pick it out. Now there are seven people in the studio. The previous office location was too cramped and remote, so he has been thinking about changing it. A better one.

"Oh, it's good." Xu Lan said on the other end of the phone, "The rent is expensive, right?"

"Don't worry about that." Gu Ling said, "This time I'm making costumes for the crew of "Dust Rise", and it's no problem for the studio's income to cover the rent. It's all thanks to everyone."

The excited chatter and laughter at the other end of the video came one after another: "It's really hard work..."

"It's great to not have to work in that little workshop."

"How many floors are there? Two floors?"

Gu Ling quietly listened to the discussion on the other end of the video, looked up and looked around.

The windows are bright and clean, the lighting is transparent, and the space is also large. It is indeed a good place. The location is also in the bustling city center, and the surrounding entertainment industry is developed. From all aspects, it is very suitable as an office location for an independent film and television service studio.

Gu Ling turned to the person in charge of the rental and sales of the office building and asked, "Do I need to pay a deposit or sign the contract immediately?"

Such a good workplace should be more sought after.

"It's all right." The person in charge smiled enthusiastically, "Your time shall prevail."

Gu Ling smiled. It was a bit of a joke to say that. After looking at the office building for the past two days, all aspects here are perfect, and I am afraid that someone else will be the first to get there one day later.

"Sign the contract." Gu Ling hung up the video call, "Right now."

The person in charge hurriedly responded: "I'll get the template."

After solving the problems in the studio, Gu Ling put away the contract and put on his seat belt in the car.

The sun is shining and it is a good day.

Gu Ling squinted his eyes and looked up at the blue sky, feeling a little dazed for a while.

In fact, it didn't take long, but he had forgotten how he got here in the last ten years of his previous life.

Maybe it was because everything went so smoothly that he didn't even feel it.

He started the car and drove towards his small apartment.

This time he confirmed in advance whether Yang Zeyi was at home, but when he arrived, he still saw Yang Zeyi's messy hair and untidy pajamas when he arrived, and he obviously didn't take care of himself in advance.

Gu Ling frowned, walked in, and immediately smelled the smell of alcohol, and frowned even deeper.

"What have you been doing these two days?" He saw the overturned wine bottle on the coffee table in the living room, and his tone was a bit bad, and he naturally took on the tone of reprimanding the younger generation, "Is your purpose of returning to China to drink heavily every day like me?"

Yang Zeyi rubbed his hair vigorously and remained silent.

After Gu Ling finished speaking, he felt quite dramatic again. Looking at him, he felt very much like himself in the last few years of his previous life.

Decadent, confused, addicted to alcohol and sleep.

He didn't say anything else, he started to pack up the empty wine bottles, and said, "Just do whatever you need to do, move it away early."

Yang Zeyi said hoarsely, "Where can I go? I don't have a home."

The movements of Gu Ling's hands stopped. His fate and Yang Zeyi's fate were similar in one point, they both became orphans one day.

It is precisely because of this kind of sympathy that he always takes extra care of Yang Zeyi like a younger brother.

"You are also 19 years old." Gu Ling straightened up, turned to look at him, "If you don't have a home, build your own home."

Yang Zeyi looked at him with red eyes: "You say that because you have a family, right?"

Gu Ling raised his eyes suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't help thinking of Qi Che, and it seemed that he realized for the first time that he had long regarded the place where Qi Che was as his home.

"I..." Gu Ling pursed his lips, and did not mention Qi Che, "This is my home while you are abroad."

"No." Yang Zeyi's face was pale, his eyes were out of focus, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "We are all the same, we are like a stray dog ​​when we are alone, and I am willing to be a stray dog."

Gu Ling looked at him and remained silent.

"Now it's like, you found the master." Yang Zeyi was still drunk and said, "So you have to leave me."

Gu Ling frowned, and the pity for him slowly dissipated, and he was more speechless.

Is this kid a little out of middle school?

When I was a teenager, did I have such a second grade?Gu Ling fell into doubt.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Zeyi thought he had listened, and continued on his own: "When I was very young, you said that you would always be with me. There is no one who loves us in this world, so we... "

"Wait." Gu Ling couldn't listen anymore, and pressed his aching temple, "You drink too much, take a rest."

Yang Zeyi was obedient and immediately fell silent. He only twitched his nose, and then twitched again, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Gu Ling let out a long sigh, and continued to turn around to clean up the mess, feeling really helpless.

He has lived two lifetimes, and he really doesn't know how to coax a child.

After cleaning up the house, he went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

"I want something sweet." Yang Zeyi muttered outside the kitchen door, with a strong nasal voice.

Gu Ling: "..."

"I can't do it." He refused angrily, and asked again, "And you never eat sweets?"

"There is no one who doesn't like sweets." Yang Zeyi leaned against the kitchen door and insisted, "Believe it or not, even Qi Che's ice cube face likes it."

Gu Ling was slightly taken aback: "Really?"

Yang Zeyi raised his eyes and looked at him resentfully: "I understand, you can only listen to me when I mention him."

Gu Ling: "..."

"Nothing." He denied without distraction, turned on the porridge cooker, turned to look at Yang Zeyi, paused and asked again, "So how do you know that Qi Che also likes sweets?"

Yang Zeyi: "..."

"I'm leaving." Yang Zeyi turned and left, "I think I should be under the car."

"You made it clear." Gu Ling watched his back and went back to the bedroom to sleep, and complained in a low voice, "Speak halfway."

After finishing the cooking of the porridge, Gu Ling left the kitchen, lost in thought.

Speaking of which, he really didn't know what Qi Che liked to eat and what taste preferences he had.

When he usually eats, he only thinks that he eats what is healthy or what he eats, and he is not picky or partial, as if eating is only for him to maintain the body's functioning and health to the best extent, rather than a kind of enjoyment and fun.

But logically speaking, shouldn't it?How can anyone have no taste preferences?If there really isn't one, it's because I haven't dug it out since I was a child.

Seeing Yang Zeyi's drunken appearance, Gu Ling thought that there was no way to talk to him about business, so he didn't keep any more after cooking the porridge, and drove away directly.

Back at the villa, Gu Ling put away the materials related to the studio, and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Sister Wang had already led the chefs to work. Seeing Gu Ling coming in, she asked, "Mr. Gu is back. Would you like sweet and sour pork ribs and steamed buns tonight?"

"Okay." Gu Ling twitched his index finger when he thought of Sister Wang's cooking skills, and said with a smile, "When I was on the set, what I missed the most was Sister Wang's cooking skills. You have worked hard."

Sister Wang smiled shyly: "Look at what you said. I have to thank you, otherwise, where can I use my abilities?"

Gu Ling paused, and asked, "Teacher Qi's birthday will be in two weeks or so, how does he usually spend it?"

After all, Qi Che's identity is there, and perhaps his birthday is also given a heavy commercial significance.

Sister Wang was stunned for a moment, and said, "I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me, Mr. Qi never celebrates his birthday."

Gu Ling was at a loss for words, thinking that he was the same as himself in this respect, it really wasn't that the whole family didn't come into the house.

"He's not, but what about his family, fans and friends?" he asked.

"Family...the main house of the Qi family never mentions this matter, and it's still a birthday, so how can you count on it?" Sister Wang sighed while busy with her hands, "The fans want to pass it on to him, but Mr. No gifts, only letters. Every year, the letters pile up into mountains, and he will stay up all night to read them..."

"Friends are even more... I've never heard that Mr. Qi has friends anyway." Sister Wang said, showing a bit of love for the younger generation, "Sometimes when I think about it, he is just a kid in his early twenties. Forget it, being raised by the family is even more remote than those old people who are half buried in the ground..."

When Sister Wang said this, she suddenly realized that she was talking about the main house of the Qi family behind her back, and immediately covered her mouth subconsciously: "Oh, I said too much, just pretend you didn't hear it."

Gu Ling smiled and changed the subject: "Can Miss Wang know how to make cakes?"

"Of course." Sister Wang smiled, "What's the matter?"

Gu Ling didn't answer directly, but asked, "What kind of fresh fruit is more suitable for making cakes in this season?"

Sister Wang thought for a while: "At this moment, it's nothing more than watermelons, peaches, grapes, etc."

Gu Ling responded: "Okay, let's get busy first."

He left the kitchen and opened Qi Che's dialogue box.

【Ling: Are you busy? 】

After a while, Qi Che replied on WeChat:

【Qi Che: What's wrong? 】

Gu Ling kept staring at the phone, and when he saw the reply there, he felt a little more relaxed.

Qi Che hadn't been seen since the filming was finished, he said he was going to go to several places, he seemed to be very busy, they only chatted on WeChat for a few days, and occasionally made a few video calls.

Gu Ling has been busy finding an office space for the studio, so he doesn't care about other things. Now that he is free, he feels a little worried about him.

[Ling: Do you have time to make a boring game? 】

[Qi Che:? 】

Gu Ling thought for a while, and entered:

【Ling: Peach and watermelon, which one do you like better】

【Qi Che: It's all right. 】

Gu Ling knew that he would reply like this, so he quickly typed:

[Ling: No, you have to choose one of the two. 】

After a while, Qi Che sent a message, it was a watermelon input method with a small icon.

Seeing the small icon of a piece of watermelon, Gu Ling raised his eyebrows, hoping to see such content from his chat messages, even this small icon seemed to give more interest.

【Ling: What about the watermelon and grapes? 】

[Qi Che:? 】

【Ling: Hurry up】

Qi Che finally sent a watermelon icon.

Gu Ling returned an OK gesture and put the phone away.

He returned to the kitchen and said loudly to Sister Wang: "Sister Wang, I want to make a watermelon-flavored fresh fruit cake, can you teach me?"

"Okay, no problem!" Sister Wang replied, "Why do you want to choose watermelon?"

Gu Ling didn't answer, thinking that this was quite a wise strategy.

If he directly asked Qi Che what kind of fruit he likes, he estimated that the other party would directly answer "no" and end the conversation directly.

But if you choose one of the two at the limit, you can always pick out a taste that Qi Che prefers among the fresh fruits of the season.

Gu Ling is very complacent about this, thinking who said he can't fall in love, he used to disdain to do such boring things, once he wanted to do it, he would become a master.

Even Qi Che's taste preferences of such a cold and abstinent robot boyfriend can be found out!

After a hasty dinner alone, Gu Ling wiped his mouth and ran to the villa where the workers lived next door to call Sister Wang.

"Oh, my young master." Sister Wang couldn't bear to eat slowly when she saw him coming. After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, she got up and went to the kitchen with him, "You don't have to rush to make a cake, right? It's Mr. Qi's birthday There's still two weeks left."

"Be prepared for trial and error." Gu Ling said truthfully, "I have no talent in this area."

The ingredients in the kitchen are well prepared, and Sister Wang, who is not quite ready, immediately ordered the purchase to be arranged tomorrow.

"Then let's start with the cake embryo." Sister Wang said.

Gu Ling nodded, put on the apron and gloves.

It's a dress that I never thought I would wear in two lifetimes.

Looking at himself like this, Gu Ling thought to himself that he must not be seen by those bad friends, otherwise he would definitely talk about him for ten years.

It is much more difficult than Gu Ling imagined to make a whole cream cake from scratch. His only advantage lies in mounting and painting, but it is not his turn to do this part. The process of baking bread embryos alone is a lot of trouble. time.

In order not to waste, he ate all the cake embryos that were not good in appearance but good in taste, and in the end he forced them to Sister Wang, and Sister Wang called all the off-duty housekeeping staff to eat together.

All night, everyone suffered a work-related injury and gained weight.

After tossing and tossing until ten o'clock, the perfect cake embryo was not made, but the two perfect scalds were firmly burned on his hands.

Gu Ling wrapped himself in gauze, washed his face with difficulty, and grinned in pain.

I really don't understand why so many people like to bake? ?It would be better to drink a few more bottles of wine if you have time to do such a painful and difficult thing.

After washing and going to bed, the scalded area throbbed, and the burning sensation made him restless.

Turning on the phone, I saw a message from Qi Che, two or ten minutes ago.

【Qi Che: Go to bed early. 】

Gu Ling didn't reply, the burn on his hand told him that it might be difficult to go to bed early tonight.

After opening Weibo, it took a while to refresh successfully.

He vaguely felt that the Internet was a bit stuck tonight.

The first page is Qi Che's Chaohua. Gu Ling habitually wanted to collect some latest high-definition pictures or clips from Chaohua, but found that he didn't see it. They were all long paragraphs of text.

【what happened? ?I really panic]

[The fewer words, the bigger the matter]

[The support club doesn't know what's going on, does it?So even the Reuters that he finished didn't come out? 】

[I was a little panicked when there was no news about the finale, I didn't expect the sixth sense to be so accurate]

[So is there any sister who understands who can give me a reassurance?What happened to him? ? 】

[Is it because of love?impossible! !His love affair didn't affect anything! 】

[If you want me to say, this is not a bad thing, can't you feel it?What kind of car has been squeezed into it? Robots don’t even rotate like this.]

Gu Ling frowned slightly, and his fingertips trembled slightly stagnantly.

He clicked on the hot search page, and at a glance, he saw a cold and indifferent sentence on the list that seemed to explode the calm sea.

#琼彦工作室announces an indefinite suspension of all cooperation with Qi’s Group#

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