He is really fragrant after marrying a wealthy actor

猛A

The sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground pierced the eardrums, and the roar of the engine ignited the hot air, and a burst of evil fire burned from the scorching ground, making people restless.

Standing under the awning, Zhang Chen squinted at the lap after lap of sports cars on the track, sweating profusely.

"How long does Ling'er want to run?" He licked his dry lips vigorously, but Luo Yuan handed over half of the bottle of ice water and felt that he couldn't get over it. Got to be roasted?"

Sitting next to him, Luo Yuan also looked at the track with his whole body burning hot, and let out a long sigh.

Lin Yiwen, who was listlessly sitting a little behind, also sighed imitatively.

"Okay, why are you sighing!" Zhang Chen yelled in a broken voice, "When you sigh like this, I feel that Teacher Qi is in trouble!"

Luo Yuan replied listlessly: "I'm not sure if Mr. Qi is in trouble or not, but I feel that Brother Ling is not well."

"That's also because of Teacher Qi." Zhang Chen couldn't help but began to sigh, "Ling'er didn't make it clear, but I heard what it meant. Teacher Qi hasn't talked to him much for many days, and neither Tell me where you are, let alone meet."

"Why? Is this avoiding Brother Ling?" Lin Yiwen scratched his hair, "It's no wonder Brother Ling is flustered."

"I have also inquired in the past two days, and some people say that Mr. Qi is in a lot of trouble this time." Luo Yuan propped his chin and drooped his eyelids, and said depressedly, "I want to terminate all the cooperation related to the Qi Group, and I don't even know about the liquidated damages. How much he has to pay, if the guarantee is not complete, and there are also transnational lawsuits to be fought, it is absolutely traumatic for him."

As soon as the words fell, the bulky sports car slammed on the brakes, the front of the car swung violently, and it barely stopped when it flew out of the track.

"Damn it!" Zhang Chen jumped out two steps, "Ling'er, is he going to risk his life? I've never seen him drive so recklessly before..."

Just as he was about to rush up and pull Gu Ling down, he felt a person running past him, rushing towards Gu Ling.

"Yang Zeyi?" Zhang Chen stopped in his tracks, a little vigilant, "What is he doing here?"

The car window was slapped hard, Gu Ling leaned on the steering wheel, buried his head, the steering wheel was scorched hot, and the sweat almost evaporated instantly when it was pressed against his forehead.

"Brother Ling! Come down!" Yang Zeyi slammed the car window and shouted.

Gu Ling licked his already dry lips, and raised his head in utter annoyance.

Yang Zeyi was still holding on to the window sill of the car, if he insisted on stepping on the accelerator, he would have to be dragged down.

If it were someone else, Gu Ling would have given him a warning and stepped on it. No one would really dare to threaten him with his life.

But Yang Zeyi is hard to say.

Looking at Yang Zeyi's anxious face gnashing his teeth and patting the window, Gu Ling suddenly felt compelled to admit that he was indeed very similar to him. After becoming an orphan, he felt that it was a mistake for him to survive, and his fate hung lightly in his hands. It can be used as a bargaining chip in a conspiracy.

Why was it not me who died at that time, but my parents?

If Dad hadn't defended himself, maybe he wouldn't have slammed the steering wheel and let the steel bar on the truck penetrate his body firmly.If it wasn't for my mother's arm protecting my body, maybe I wouldn't have been smashed to pieces.

Gu Ling tightly gripped the scalding steering wheel, his palms were already covered with fine scratches, stimulated by sweat, it hurt like needle pricks.

The pain made him feel that his existence was real, otherwise, he felt that he should have gone to the same place as his parents.

To live a new life, there are only a few things that should be done. Once all of them are done, there is not much value in keeping this life.

He closed his eyes and breathed hard, his throat was filled with a metallic taste, and the image of Qi Che appeared in his mind.

The appearance of wearing a suit, the appearance of wearing a white shirt, the appearance of wearing a black mask, the appearance of being soaked in the swimming pool, the appearance of sliding his Adam's apple with his head raised...

"Even if you don't want to live a good life! You have to take care of the studio!" Yang Zeyi's roar came from outside the window, "Otherwise, you can give me the studio! Anyway, my aunt was so optimistic about me at the time, and I already had me in the studio. One serving!"

Gu Ling raised his head, the black hair on his forehead was soaked and fell down to cover his eyes.

He let go of the steering wheel, and the skinned palms were slowly torn apart from the rubber of the steering wheel. The pain made his hands tremble uncontrollably.

Opening the car door, he cast a cold glance at Yang Zeyi, his voice hoarse: "Dream."

Yang Zeyi stepped aside, heaved a sigh of relief, and watched him go to the awning outside the track.

He looked down at his phone, and there was a new text message: "How is it?"

There is no note on the phone number, just a string of numbers.Yang Zeyi wanted to change it at first, but later he decided to forget it.

If someone else sees that the owner of this phone number is Qi Che, where should I put my face, it will be like telling the world that I have not only admitted defeat in front of Qi Che, but also plan to change careers and be a good assist in the world, to my own Rivals deliver information!

Rao was so humiliated, Yang Zeyi finally ruffled his hair irritably, raised his phone and took a quick photo of Gu Ling's thin and unsteady back, and then sent it over.

"He was racing like hell just now, and I just persuaded him to stop."

"It looks like I haven't eaten properly for several days, can you fucking..."

Halfway through typing, Yang Zeyi stopped, deleted the second line of messages, and only sent the first one.

Be calm.

It cannot be emotional, otherwise it will affect the development of the situation.

Yang Zeyi reminded himself so.Although he didn't know why he wanted to think this way, in short, it was probably because that fucking grown man Qi Che looked very reliable, so he subconsciously obeyed.

Really worthless.

He grabbed his hair again and quickened his pace to catch up with Gu Ling.

Walking to the awning, Zhang Chen greeted him from a distance, and handed Gu Ling a bottle of water: "I fucked you, look at your pale face, don't you want to die? Drink some water first..."

Gu Ling stopped walking, his body swayed slightly, and he raised his hand to catch the water.

I twisted the bottle cap, but it didn't work, and the pain in my palm became more obvious.

"Oh, you made it so..." Zhang Chen looked at the old woman's heartache, took the water bottle and unscrewed it for him, and then handed it back to him, "It's okay, the bottle cap can't be unscrewed..."

Gu Ling raised his head and took a few mouthfuls of ice water, watching Zhang Chen anxiously saying, "Drink less and drink less...my stomach can't bear to drink so much ice all at once."

The cold touch rushed straight to the top of his head, so cold that he seemed to be frozen from the inside out.

He lowered his head, choked on the water, and coughed for a while.

"Let me tell you!!" Zhang Chen patted him on the back lightly, "Oh, you're such a mess, it's like a farewell. What's the matter with Mr. Qi? Isn't he still answering your phone?"

"At first I still answered." Gu Ling stopped coughing, wiped the water from the corner of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Because I kept asking him where he was every time, but then he simply stopped answering."

After he finished speaking, he paused, gritted his teeth, and cursed in a low voice: "Bastard."

Several other people looked at each other in blank dismay, only Yang Zeyi lowered his eyes, looked strange, and sighed.

Zhang Chen said angrily: "Then this is really a bastard, how could he do this! What's so difficult about answering your phone call!"

Luo Yuan poked him on the back, motioning him to say less.

Zhang Chen saw that Gu Ling's face became even more frighteningly pale, and immediately became dumb, and changed his words: "Actually... Teacher Qi must be doing it for your own good..."

Gu Ling chuckled suddenly, as if mocking himself: "For my own good."

Yes, for his own good, just like the choice of parents at that time, it was all for his own good.

But for the rest of his life, he felt that his parents' choice was wrong every day and night when he was carrying this "for his own good" choice.

Yang Zeyi was a little unconvinced from the side, and interjected: "You can't say that, why is it for Brother Ling's good? Do you think he looks good now? Self-serving for his own good actually brought more... "

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly felt that he couldn't continue. Thinking about it from another angle, if he chose by himself, he would not let Gu Ling come to him at this time, otherwise it would be easy to make things more complicated.

"That's right." Gu Ling stared at the ground indifferently.

Zhang Chen coughed dryly twice, smoothing things over: "Then how about this, when Mr. Qi's matter is settled and comes back, you beat him hard..."

"Yeah." Gu Ling's tone was flat, as indifferent as a killer.

A beating is not enough to relieve anger, you have to fuck him until he can't get out of bed.

Gu Ling's cell phone rang, and he glanced at it, his eyes turned cold.

"Who?" Zhang Chen asked anxiously. He originally hoped it was Qi Che, but seeing Gu Ling's expression, he found it impossible.

"The Gu family." Gu Ling put away his phone and sneered, "It's really time-consuming."

He walked out of the racing car, Yang Zeyi immediately chased after him, leaving the remaining three people looking at each other.

"Brother Ling." Yang Zeyi chased after him, "I'll be with you."

Gu Ling kept walking, and said coldly, "No need."

"It's fine if I help you drive, I won't go in." Yang Zeyi insisted, "Don't drive city roads in your current state."

Gu Ling remained silent, his brows and eyes were cold, noncommittal.

Yang Zeyi pretended that he agreed, and quietly followed him, looking at his profile sideways.

In his eyes, Gu Ling's appearance is like what some people on the Internet call "thick face", which is quite deceptive.

But at this moment, Yang Zeyi had an illusion that his indifference at this time was very similar to another person.

This vague resemblance made him suddenly realize something in his heart, he looked away and lowered his eyes.

He never thought that Gu Ling, who would never let anyone into his heart, would make an exception for someone.

Along the way, the car was quiet and silent.

After driving to the door of Gu's house, Yang Zeyi watched Gu Ling unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car, with a hostile look all over his body, he was a little worried: "Do you really need me to accompany you?"

"No." Gu Ling simply refused.

He walked towards Gu's house without looking back, and when he came to the gate, he slammed the door hard.

He didn't even bother to ring the doorbell.

The door opened quickly, and it was Gu An who opened it, with an extremely ugly face.

Gu Ling walked in, and Gu An was dying beside him, trying to show off his power: "Change your shoes..."

Then seeing Gu Lingquan striding in as if he hadn't heard, he had to shut up.

There were so many people today, Gu Ling stood in the entrance, looked around on the sofa in the living room, and found that this scene seemed familiar.

It was the same situation that he faced when he came back from rebirth, except for the absence of his sister Gu Ying, there was no one missing.

The only difference is that no matter if it's the old man or the old lady, or the uncle and aunt, or a few other relatives with relatively high shares in the company, everyone's expression is very ugly, and the momentum is not enough.

Gu Ling just glanced at it, and he understood a little bit.

The old man who was still sitting on the main seat glanced at him, tapped his cane lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Sit."

Gu Ling raised his eyebrows.

"Stop sitting." Gu Ling stood where he was, "Say something quickly."

"You child, grandpa asked you to sit..." The eldest aunt raised her eyebrows immediately, her tone was displeased, but was interrupted by the warning eyes of the eldest uncle.

Gu Ling looked at the seat reserved for him, then glanced at Gu An standing beside him who was forced to have no seat due to too many people in the car, and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

He walked over and sat down, with his long straight legs crossed, his chin resting loosely, and a slight contempt in his eyes.

"How are you doing recently?" The old man's muddy pupils flickered, "The matter about Qi Che..."

Gu Ling's indifferent expression suddenly darkened, he couldn't hear the name now, and felt his heart be pulled once he heard it.

"His business has nothing to do with you." Gu Ling interrupted coldly, "Tell me what's going on."

"You must know about "Hometown" too." The uncle's nasal voice is heavy, and he can hear that he lacks momentum. "It is difficult to find a platform to put it on now. The company's capital chain is broken, so I am looking for you..."

"Break again?" Gu Ling did not hide the sarcasm in his tone, "If I'm not mistaken, the marriage conditions agreed by the Qi Group have financial support, and it should have been given to you."

"Yes, but that was all used for filming." The uncle said, "Now we need an emergency."

He looked at Gu Ling, and knew that such pleading would be useless to Gu Ling, so he said nonchalantly, "If it really doesn't work, I can only sell this villa."

Gu Ling's fingers hanging beside the armrest of the sofa trembled suddenly, and his face suddenly turned cold: "How dare you."

"It's not a matter of daring or not." The eldest aunt also chimed in, "Who made it impossible for us to have the funds? This house was passed down from the old man, and it was inherited by the father-in-law, so of course he has the right to sell it."

Gu Ling looked coldly at the wolves, tigers and leopards in front of him, suddenly relaxed, and continued to sit back and relax: "If I don't agree, can you sell it?"

The expressions of the people in front of them suddenly froze.

"This house is the old house of the Gu family. It was inherited from my great-grandfather. It is legally inherited. I really don't have a share." Gu Ling said lightly, "But the problem is."

He tilted his head, raised his chin slightly, and his slightly raised eyes were full of disgust and contempt: "Back then, my great-grandfather had a will before his death, and this house belonged to my father. Because during the ten years when he was seriously ill, only I Parents are there to take care of everything, but you only think about how to send the elderly to the West as soon as possible."

Gu Ling's voice was very low, but it was chilling: "Do you really think you can be proud forever if you occupy the magpie's nest?"

The old man sitting in the main seat stood up abruptly, and hammered his cane heavily on the ground: "Nonsense!! You are nonsense!"

The eldest aunt immediately jumped up as if her tail had been stepped on: "You just say it with your mouth, what about the evidence? What about the will? Huh?"

Gu Ling slightly supported the armrest of the sofa, stood up, and said softly and resoundingly: "I have found the original manuscript of the will."

Some things are always so unexpected. When he found his mother's original manuscript from the picture frame, he never expected to see the will hidden inside.

Parents who just want to live a comfortable life have never thought of fighting for this house, because they can give their children a home.

But when they leave this world for good, they also inadvertently give the helpless fledglings a place to live, just a little later.

The father and son who kept jumping suddenly fell silent.

"You still have a second choice now." Gu Ling said, "The decoration in this house was indeed bought by you, and now sell it to me at a discount."

The old man and the uncle looked at each other.

Gu Ling continued: "My bid is 100 million."

The uncle's eyes widened, and he blurted out: "How can this be done? Your price is one-fifth lower than the market price. Are you buying it sincerely? You are a disgusting person!!"

"How come? I'm helping you. After all, there are no philanthropists to buy your decorations." Gu Ling responded calmly, and said with a chuckle, "The rest is the rent for all these years you have lived here."

"You are taking advantage of the fire to rob!!" The uncle looked at the old man suddenly, "Dad, he must have lied to us. Where did he get the will? I haven't seen it for so many years. Even if it is taken away by those unfilial sons, they After so many years of death, he has long since disappeared..."

Gu Lingchui's fist at his side slowly clenched, wanting to hit his uncle's face directly.

But the tingling sensation in the palm of his hand reminded him again, forget it, now he has beaten several, if he really got hurt, it would be hard to explain when Qi Che came back.

He walked out and said: "For you, 100 million is money. I advise you to think about it and come to ask me to buy it."

When they reached the entrance, the hysterical howling of the eldest aunt came from behind, and the uncle rushed up and grabbed Gu Ling's shoulder.

Gu Ling paused for a moment, turned around to avoid the blow, picked up a vase that was on the shelf, and smashed it precisely in front of the uncle's feet.

The blow shattered into pieces, and the uncle was so frightened that he slipped and fell on his back, the fragments were cut on his back and screamed.

Gu Ling raised his eyebrows, thinking that this was not his own action, it was purely his cowardice.

In the car outside the villa, Yang Zeyi has been observing the movement inside with his head poking around, and at the same time making a real-time report to his rival.

"He's in."

"He hasn't come out yet, it sounds quite quiet."

"I heard movement! It seems to be fighting!!"

"Send someone quickly!! I'm afraid Brother Ling will be hurt by them!"

As soon as the last message was sent, he saw the door of the villa opened, and Gu Ling walked out in a clean and relaxed manner, with a loose and undisciplined expression, a bit like killing a person in ten steps without leaving him for thousands of miles, and the hostility in his body also disappeared a lot , obviously got a good vent.

Behind him, there was a lot of noise and crying, which sounded quite embarrassing, with cries of pain and screams for a doctor, but no one dared to chase him out to stop Gu Ling.

Yang Zeyi paused, and sent another message to his rival.

"No need to send."

"Brother Ling should have hurt someone else."

The author says:

On the Nth day when her husband was away, Ling Bao changed to A;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!