He is really fragrant after marrying a wealthy actor

"I'm late."

"I don't forget." Gu Ling read the name softly, remained silent for a while, and then asked, "Why do you think the studio is called such a name?"

"This is what we all think together." Xu Lan said, "We have such a good life now, which is inseparable from your mother's hard work back then, so we... don't want to forget it."

Gu Ling seemed to be in a daze, and nodded slowly after a while.

The studio quickly entered the right track, the new office environment was suitable everywhere, and everyone was full of energy.In addition to the original members, they also recruited assistants and people in charge of business docking. It didn't take long before they had invitations for film and television dramas.

"We still feel that the invitation came a little too soon." Xu Lan laughed, ""Dust Rising" hasn't aired yet, so I don't know why other crews trust us so much?"

"Maybe word of mouth." Gu Ling replied absent-mindedly.

In fact, he felt a little strange when he heard from the newly hired business department that there were already many invitations for film and television drama projects.

I always feel that the whole process from renting office space to accepting new jobs in the studio has become extremely smooth.

"When will you fly to Country F?" Xu Lan remembered this and asked, "Aren't you going to bring your mother's work to the exhibition? What kind of exhibition is it?"

"I'll go tomorrow." Gu Ling said in a perfunctory tone, "It's not a big show."

"Well, then you should be more careful when you get there." Xu Lan looked at his face, looking a little worried, "You have lost a lot of weight in the past few days, what happened, you..."

She stopped talking. Although she didn't understand the young people's affairs, she had vaguely heard something, so she comforted: "That kid Qi Che will be fine, don't worry too much."

"Well, I know." Gu Ling's expression moved. Aunt Xu Lan just thought they were friends, and she couldn't show too much concern, so she forced a smile, "It's not entirely because of him, and if he has something to do, it will also affect us." work..."

Seeing what Aunt Xu Lan wanted to say, Gu Ling suddenly remembered something, and changed the subject: "Oh, by the way, I brought a cake, you can try it later."

Qi Che's birthday is tomorrow, and they have completely lost contact for half a month.

Although he didn't have much hope, Gu Ling still took some chances, hoping that Qi Che would appear in front of him tomorrow.

So during this period of time, he still did not give up making cakes.

When everyone in the studio heard the cake, their faces changed a little, but they still gathered around the table with forced smiles and watched Gu Ling unpack the box.

In order to make it easier for everyone to taste, Gu Ling also specially cut it into pieces.

When everyone around the table saw the watermelon-flavored cake, they immediately masked their pain.

"Take it." Gu Ling looked at them, "You're welcome."

Everyone secretly exchanged a look.

After so many days, under Gu Ling's strong request, they also expressed various suggestions on taste, but why did he listen to every suggestion, just this one, don't use watermelon? ?

What is the relationship between watermelon and watermelon? Do you have to use watermelon to make cakes? ?

Aunt Xu Lan adjusted her expression first, picked up a piece, ate the fresh watermelon on it, and took another sip of cream: "Mmm——"

She smiled lovingly: "It's delicious!"

Gu Ling blinked, a little doubtful: "Really?"

Xu Lan said: "Really! This time it was really a success!"

Xu Lan was keenly aware that after eating for so many days in a row, she had improved every day before, but the past three days have been pretty much the same. It can be seen that Gu Ling's craftsmanship has been perfected, but he is stuck on the matter of watermelon taste. Change, so it is useless to say anything, it is better to say that it is already perfect.

"Then..." Seeing that she was speaking sincerely, Gu Ling was a little relieved, but then he couldn't really believe it, so he tentatively asked, "Then why don't you eat more?"

Xu Lan froze, put down the cake, and said, "Auntie has high blood sugar, so I can't eat it..."

"High blood sugar?" Gu Ling frowned, "What's going on? Did you go to the hospital?"

"It's nothing, small things, you eat." Xu Lan said with a smile, "I'm going to work..."

Seeing that she was gone, Gu Ling had no choice but to give the cake to others: "You..."

"I quit sugar!"

"My blood sugar seems to be a little bit wrong recently..."

"I have acne and can't eat sugar..."

Everyone scattered, Gu Ling stood silently, looked at the watermelon cake in front of him, and sighed softly.

In fact, everyone knows that the cake is already delicious, but watermelon is not a good match for cake. After all, it is a refreshing and juicy fruit. It is a bit weird to be with cake, unless it is better to make mousse, but he is too late. Learn to make mousse.

It's not necessarily delicious, but...

After all, it was chosen by Qi Che.

What if he just likes watermelon?

Gu Ling lowered his eyes, his eyelashes flickered like crow feathers, his eyes were dim.

He closed the cake box and pressed it firmly.

Maybe it's pointless too.

Qi Che will not appear in front of him tomorrow, and no one else wants to eat watermelon cake.

It can only be thrown aside with the box attached, no one cares.

Gu Ling got on the plane in the early morning of the next day.

Yang Zeyi once again insisted on being with him. Although Gu Ling was resolutely unwilling, he still booked the ticket by himself. It didn't matter if he didn't sit with Gu Ling.

I don't know what happened recently, Yang Zeyi always followed him every step of the way, and he had to send him to the door at night.

At first, Gu Ling refused in a fancy way, but it didn't work, so he didn't bother to care about it, and now he doesn't have so much effort.

These days, it seems that everything he does is to divert his attention, otherwise he can't restrain himself from thinking about Qi Che.

But this kind of continuous occupation of the brain will make you feel exhausted, and if you have a little extra person or thing to worry about, you will be terribly tired.

After sitting on the plane, he saw Yang Zeyi's caring gaze from the side and rear again from the corner of his vision.

Gu Ling sighed, wondering if Yang Zeyi was worried that he would not want to commit suicide?

He lowered his head and picked up his phone, scanned the icon of the big eye boy on Weibo, hesitated for a moment and didn't dare to open it.

In the past half a month, the popularity of Qi Che's affairs has dropped a lot, but the evaluation has begun to be mixed, and there are more and more black drafts that are unfavorable to him. It's like wishing to take this opportunity to gain popularity. Even Gu Ling found it funny.

After the funny, came the anger, and then the uncontrollable sourness and worry.

Whenever this time, he would go to Qi Che's Chaohua to take a look, and seeing the fans who still steadfastly supported him, he felt that he had found his kind.

When I thought that my real boyfriend and marriage partner had been reduced to a situation where I could only guess about Qi Che through the Internet, and he was not even as good as some big fans knew about him, I felt a heart attack.

After the heart attack, she wanted to beat Qi Che even more.

He didn't bring any luggage on the plane, but he brought a box, half of which was a change of clothes, and the other half was a cake box.

It contains freshly made watermelon cakes in the early morning.

Knowing that doing it would be a situation of throwing it aside, but he still insisted on doing it.

After it was done, he looked at the cake silently, feeling that his fate was very similar to this cake now.

Even if I don't know what else I can do for someone by running around every day, I still insist on running around, as if this can give myself a sense of existence.

The plane was driving quietly, Gu Ling closed his eyes in a daze, and touched the deep wound on his forearm with his fingers.

It was cut with the knife used to cut the cake. He only cut it once, but he didn't expect it to be sharp enough to leave a wound.

When the blood oozed out, Gu Ling shuddered, as if he woke up immediately, and the knife was thrown on the ground.

The same familiar feeling as the previous life, despair, decay, and darkness.

But he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, he had to meet Qi Che again in a dignified manner.

Even if you want to beat that dead robot severely, you have to save your strength to beat it.

Falling asleep drowsily, Gu Ling thought during the turbulent moments of the plane, what would happen to Qi Che if the plane really crashed?

At seven o'clock in the evening, after a turning point, Gu Ling landed safely.

He first picked up his mobile phone to report his safety, told Aunt Xu Lan, and also Zhang Chen and the others, but after thinking about it, he didn't send it to Qi Che.

It's been so long since we haven't contacted each other, so we might as well maintain this tacit understanding.

Yang Zeyi helped him carry his luggage to the turntable, and Gu Ling subconsciously said to him, "Be careful, there are cakes inside."

"Cake?" Yang Zeyi reacted, drooping his eyelids, "Oh."

The hotel has already been booked, and the two of them took a taxi directly to settle down in the two rooms next to each other.

The temperature in country F is lower, much cooler than in the country. It seems that there has just been a light rain during the day, and the air smells comfortable of water vapor and green grass.

Gu Ling came to the room, opened the suitcase, and was silent for a while.

There are only two pieces of clothes in the suitcase, which is enough to change and wash overnight at most.

There is no mother's drawing, except for the clothes, there is only a cake.

He saw that the cake that he had worked so hard to fix was still bumped into a bad shape, and his nose was inexplicably sore.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

so annoying.

Why do I always think about him.

Sitting in the room, Yang Zeyi sent a text message to the number with only a string of numbers:

"Here we are at the hotel."

After thinking about it, he sent it again: "Do you really have to come and meet? Aren't you also dealing with things in country F recently?"

They've all gone abroad, so the secret camera sent by the mysterious and terrifying chairman of the Qi family shouldn't be able to capture this, right?

"Do not."

Seeing this news sent, Yang Zeyi sighed lightly, not knowing what mood he was in at the moment.

Thinking about it selfishly, he hoped that his love rival would never appear in front of Gu Ling again, but when he really saw Qi Che say he was gone, he felt sad again.

For so many days, he watched Gu Ling devote himself to his work. Many tasks were completely unnecessary, but he still worked on them without sleep or rest.

He could see that it was a kind of self-rescue before the verge of collapse, and he had to force himself to cheer up a little more every day.

This state made him feel scared, because he often saw this state in Gu Ling a few years after Gu Ling's parents passed away.

He didn't think it was a good omen.

Putting the phone away, Yang Zeyi opened the door and walked out, only to see that Gu Ling had just closed the door and was about to leave the hotel.

"Going out?" Yang Zeyi asked.

Gu Ling didn't look back, his face was hidden in the shadows, only his eyes turned to the side: "Well, let's go for a stroll."

"Oh." Yang Zeyi said, "Then I'll go with you."

Gu Ling suddenly turned around a little, and asked, "Why do you always follow me these days?"

"I..." Yang Zeyi was startled, with an unnatural expression, "I'm worried about you."

Gu Ling looked at him silently for a while, then took out his hand in his pocket, holding a small knife for cutting cakes: "If you insist on following me, if you take an extra step, I'll make an extra cut."

Yang Zeyi turned pale with shock, subconsciously took a step forward: "Don't..."

Gu Ling simply and neatly dropped the knife on his forearm.

Yang Zeyi hurriedly stopped, and took several steps back: "I won't follow, you...don't do this."

Gu Ling put down his sleeves to cover the bleeding wound, and put away the knife.

He turned and left, walking away in silence.

Yang Zeyi panicked, always felt that Gu Ling's state was very wrong, so he quickly picked up his phone and sent a text message to Qi Che:

"Alarm! There seems to be something wrong with Brother Ling, come quickly! He didn't let me follow, he even scratched himself."

Qi Che's news came quickly: "Follow me."

Yang Zeyi put his phone away, he knew he was going to go this way without Qi Che telling him, when Gu Ling walked into the elevator, he hurried to the first floor from the stairs beside him.

The vicinity of the hotel was extremely bustling, Gu Ling walked slowly in the crowd, occasionally slowed down a little, and waited for the stalker not far away.

It can only be said that Yang Zeyi is indeed a younger brother, it's fine if he doesn't know how to lie, and he always shows his traces when he stalks.

However, because of his lack of scheming, he only needs to hint a little bit, to be extreme. Yang Zeyi, who had witnessed his state a few years after his parents passed away, would definitely think in a bad direction.

Gu Ling glanced at the map and found that there was a park a few kilometers away, which was far away from the business district, so there should be few people going there.

He stood on the side of the road, deliberately waited a while, and took a taxi.

"Please slow down." Gu Ling said this to the driver in English, "Wait for the blue taxi behind."

The taxi drove slowly on the road, and Gu Ling was finally able to look back at the taxi that followed him step by step, leading him to his destination like a guide.

Not only is the park remote, it doesn't even have many lights.

More importantly, there is a lake here.

Gu Ling got out of the car and walked towards the lake.

It was pitch-black along the way, with only the sound of the wind and the chirping of crickets on the side of the road.

Gu Ling walked slowly, as if leaving a step for himself.

What if Qi Che is in this city, but he is busy and needs time to arrive?

What if his big fan revealed that "the internal information of the studio that he is now in country F" is actually false?

What if it wasn't that bastard that Yang Zeyi always texted secretly every time he was with him?

Then I did this operation, and even told an unreliable lie about participating in the exhibition, it was because I was making a joke.

Thinking wildly, he came to this lake.

There are no lights by the lake at night, and it is as dark as an abyss that will swallow people into it.

Gu Ling suddenly thought that when he first met Qi Che, when he looked into his eyes, he would feel that his dark pupils were like an abyss without waves, and he couldn't see clearly what kind of thoughts and emotions were hidden there.

Slowly, he found himself fascinated by that deep lake.

He raised his head, there was no wind around, and the water was calm.

Bending down to take a stone, throwing it out, a line was stirred up on the water surface, and ripples scattered around.

Gu Ling sat on the ground, took out the bluetooth headset and put it on.

Let's listen to some sad songs. Let's meet the scene.

Or, if you listen to a happy birthday song, just listen to it for Qi Che.

Turning on the bluetooth of the phone, Gu Ling's face was pale by the faint light from the phone screen, but in the next second, his lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.

He sees a second Bluetooth option.

Since the last time when Ultimate Society died due to a wrong connection to Bluetooth, he changed the name of Qi Che's Bluetooth to "Don't click".

Just to prevent another social death.

Gu Ling looked at "Don't click" in the connection list, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

He stood up suddenly, a little dizzy because he got up too fast, and he swayed to support his body.

"You..." Gu Ling tried his best to open his mouth, a little afraid that he would slow down, so he ran away again, "Come out!"

Although he has exhausted his strength, the volume is still not loud enough.

There was silence in the park, only the faint sound of the lake lapping on the shore echoed him.

Gu Ling looked down at the phone, and sure enough, he saw that the "Don't click" Bluetooth option disappeared.

At this moment, great panic filled his whole body. At first he felt that the Bluetooth option he saw just now was an illusion, and then he thought it might not be an illusion, but he really couldn't catch that person.

Why on earth?

There were bursts of blur in front of my eyes, accompanied by nameless anger, all kinds of emotions accumulated for so many days seemed to find an outlet, rushing out.

He suddenly felt top-heavy, and the sequelae of not eating on time these few days were aroused by the churning emotions at this time, which made him lose his direction in an instant.

He staggered a few times as if unconscious, and suddenly his feet were empty, and he subconsciously reached out to grab it, but he didn't grab anything.

The cold lake water penetrated every gap in the clothes, and the cold instantly covered the whole body.

Although Gu Lingshui is good, but it all happened so suddenly that he still choked on it.

The choking saliva made him wake up a bit, and he began to adjust his body to go to the shore until he saw a familiar black figure in his blurred vision.

He paused, and immediately stopped climbing to the shore, and simply sank down.

At this moment, he seemed to have regained the pleasure of self-destruction, but he had to admit that he was looking forward to someone's redemption.

Looking forward to a hand to pull him back to the world from hell.

The water around him suddenly turbulent, and between the ups and downs, a pair of strong arms grabbed his raised arms as he wished.

Gu Ling closed his eyes, and the soreness in his heart at this moment made him unable to tell whether the wetness on his face was tears or lake water.

He didn't use any strength, his body softened, and the people around him used more strength to push himself ashore, and then they exhausted their strength and lay down beside him.

However, Gu Ling didn't give the people around him a chance to breathe easily. Instead, he suddenly turned over and sat up, pressing his upper body over and pressing the man beside him under him, restraining him tightly.

"Can you still run?" Gu Ling looked at the people below viciously, seeing that he was wearing a dark black mask, and the hair on his forehead was a little long, covering the familiar light eyebrows, and the emotions in his eyes were inextricably linked .

But he didn't speak, just silent, and adjusting his disordered breathing.

After Gu Ling finished speaking, he fell silent.

He met those eyes for a long time, and then at a certain moment, he suddenly felt bored.

It was exactly as he had guessed.

Observed his movements through Yang Zeyi, but refused to see him.

Boring, childish, unable to figure out why, and refusing to tell the truth, the good straight ball robot suddenly lost its mouth.

The more Gu Ling thought about it, the more angry he got, he stood up suddenly, stepped over him, and left the lake without looking back.

But he couldn't take a few steps either.

A drenched thin coat fell all over his head, wrapping him tightly.

Then he was hugged into an embrace, covered with the cold scent of snow mint.

This hug is very tight, so tight that it seems to be lost and regained, and it seems to be worried about losing.

Qi Che's ice-like voice fell slightly hoarse: "I'm late."

The author says:

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