He is really fragrant after marrying a wealthy actor

"Sleep silent."

Gu Ling froze for a moment, not knowing how to react for a long time.

A few seconds later, he tentatively raised his own question: "Is it... a bit too fast?"

Qi Che paused slightly with the hand holding the teacup, as if he really had to think for a while.

A small flame of hope ignited in Gu Ling's heart.

A few seconds later, he resumed the action of drinking tea, succinctly: "I think this is the normal speed of advancement."

Gu Ling: "..."

Gu Ling's mood was in turmoil again.

On the other side, Steward Chen's expression was in stark contrast, as if he had already seen through the vicissitudes of life and saw through the world of mortals, and nothing could surprise him anymore.

He glanced at Gu Ling calmly, bowed to Qi Che and replied, "Okay, I'll make arrangements now."

Gu Ling has a big head.

Looking at Qi Che's AI-modeled face, he suddenly felt that he had fully realized that in the way this person programmed it, as long as it was part of the process, no matter sooner or later, it would be over.

Gu Ling drank the tea in one gulp, suppressed his inner emotions, and gradually felt that he still needed to temper himself further.

After all, for his current life, it is not surprising that anything happens, and he has to train a strong psychological quality to calmly face all unexpected situations.

Fortunately, Qi Che didn't stay at home for long, but went out to deal with the last remaining work of the day.

After the others left, Gu Ling obviously felt that the air pressure around him was much lighter, and even the temperature in the whole villa seemed to be a little warmer.

Maybe when Qi Che is in the villa, there is no need to turn on the air conditioner in summer, right?

Steward Chen sent Qi Che away, and began to arrange for Gu Ling's room: "Excuse me, did you bring your luggage?"

Gu Ling pointed to his backpack: "This is the only one, nothing else."

For some reason, he felt that when he said that there was only one bag, Butler Chen seemed visibly relieved.

"Okay, I will help you organize the cloakroom, toilet and bathroom." Chen Butler said, "You may already know that Mr. Qi is a bit of a clean freak, so these rooms need to be used separately."

Gu Ling responded, thinking that it was probably not "a little" cleanliness, but a "very little" cleanliness.

Butler Chen added: "In addition, Mr. Qi ordered that all items that can be repurchased be repurchased. I hope you can bring in as few personal items as possible, except for those with special significance."

Xu was afraid that Gu Ling would not be able to understand, so Steward Chen explained as tactfully as possible: "Mr. Qi doesn't like too many messy and old things in his home."

Gu Ling raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I know, maybe in his eyes, most of my daily necessities are garbage."

Steward Chen, who had experienced many battles, choked for a rare moment. He didn't expect Gu Ling to say such sharp words so bluntly.

But judging from his expression and tone...he himself obviously didn't care, and he was the only one who was disturbed.

"No...that's not what it means." Steward Chen tried to keep his expression calm, "Mr. Qi just likes simplicity. Of course, your needs will be respected and met..."

"Just kidding." Seeing that his expression was not right, Gu Ling waved his hands and smiled, "It's up to you to arrange it, I will marry a dog and follow the dog."

After finishing speaking, Gu Ling got up and left the restaurant, wanting to go for a stroll elsewhere.

Butler Chen stood where he was, his pupils trembling.

Marry a dog and follow the dog?

Who is the dog?

Ah? ?

Is this how the word is used? ?

He just said that Mr. Qi is a dog? ?

Chen Butler seemed to have not heard such words beyond the system's settings for a long time, and fell into the chaos of the world view for a while, unable to calm down for a long time.

At this time, Gu Ling had finished strolling around the living room and came to the Chinese and Western kitchen behind the restaurant.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and the kitchen was already busy.

One of the three AIs who were greeted at the door just now was setting up troops in the kitchen. When he saw Gu Ling walking over, he wiped his hands and came up to him:

"Mr. Gu, do you have any orders?"

Gu Ling looked at her, and saw that she was about 40 years old, and she looked like a chef. It seemed that she was Qi Che's personal head chef.

He shook his head: "It's nothing, just take a look, you are busy."

The head chef did not leave, but introduced himself: "Hi, my name is Wang. It just so happens that you are here, I have something to ask you."

Gu Ling stood still at the same spot, watched Sister Wang go and get a tablet back, lowered her head to operate it, and asked, "Do you have any taboos?"

Gu Ling was slightly taken aback: "No."

Sister Wang raised her head, a little stunned: "Not at all? Onion, ginger, garlic, spicy, bitter, stinky, coriander, seafood?"

Gu Ling smiled and repeated: "No."

He went out to live by himself when he was a minor, and most of the time he just did something casually, so there was no taboo.

Sister Wang seemed very shocked, and filled in "none" in the column of "taste" in the document "Mr. Gu's Taste Memorandum".

Seeing her trembling fingers when she wrote nothing, Gu Ling thought for a moment that in Qi Che's document, this column could not be filled with three lines...

Sister Wang continued to ask, "Do you have any special hobbies?"

Gu Ling thought for a while: "Sweets."

Sister Wang paused, and filled in "tomatoes, carrots, honey" in the "Favorites" column.

Gu Ling distinguished these two words, and frowned: "Wait...wait a minute."

Is this a dessert? ?

Gu Ling pointed to the words written by Sister Wang, and said, "Is there a possibility that the sweets I'm referring to are cakes or something like that?"

Sister Wang put on a professional smile, and said popular science: "Cakes are not sweets, they should be considered unhealthy high-fat and high-sugar foods, which can easily cause various cardiovascular diseases..."

Gu Ling: "Okay, don't talk anymore."

He stretched out his hand and deleted the "tomatoes, carrots, and honey" that had been entered on the tablet: "Let's fill it with fish, shrimp and chicken, and rapeseed is also fine."

He was really afraid that he would have to eat carrots or raw tomatoes every day in the future, with a glass of honey water.

After finishing the recording, Sister Wang continued to ask: "What cooking method do you like?"

Gu Ling's brows and eyes were already listless: "Braised, deep-fried..."

In the middle of speaking, he stopped suddenly and looked at Sister Wang.

Sure enough, Sister Wang frowned and looked worried. Judging from her expression, it seemed that she was going to make an appointment for a physical examination for herself in the next second.

Gu Ling was silent for two seconds, then spoke again: "Steamed, boiled, stewed..."

Sister Wang stretched her brows as she lowered her head and typed.

After finishing writing, Sister Wang raised her head contentedly: "Is there anything else you need to add, Mr. Gu?"

Gu Ling twitched the corners of his lips: "No more, thank you."

Why did he come here to humiliate himself?ah?

Sister Wang bowed to say goodbye, turned around and went back to the kitchen to continue to form troops, and shouted: "Tonight, I will add a steamed sea bass and a dish of dried shrimp and rapeseed!"

Gu Ling: "..."

Thank you so much for taking care of his taste.

Thinking of tonight's dinner without oil and water, Gu Ling even immediately wanted to run out to find Zhang Chen and the others to have a hot pot meal.

Now I can’t order takeaways, and I can’t go out to eat. My life may not be as free as when I lived alone.

Qi Che came back from work on time at dinner time.

Gu Ling clearly felt that after he came back, the whole villa seemed to be much quieter, and even the footsteps of the butler team became lighter.

The restaurant had already set up dinner, and Gu Ling sat in the seat opposite Qi Che, feeling the familiar atmosphere again.

It was similar to the atmosphere at the dinner party at the Qi family's main house that night.

The dishes are stewed, steamed, and stir-fried in clear water, and each dish restores the original appearance of the ingredients to the greatest extent, which makes people have no desire.

Under Sister Wang's expectant gaze, Gu Ling ate two mouthfuls of sea bass and rapeseed, looked at her after chewing for a while, and complimented politely: "It's delicious."

Sister Wang blinked, as if she was frightened, and after a long while of reaction, she stammered, "Thank you...thank you..."

Gu Ling was a little confused, so, didn't he just casually say that it was delicious?As for this reaction?

Qi Che raised his lowered eyes slightly: "You can't talk about food."

Gu Ling: "..."

Qing Dynasty is dead!

What a mess of rules!

Yes, AI does not need to speak at the dinner table.

Generally speaking, AI doesn't need to eat, does it?

The complaints in Gu Ling's heart had turned into barrages floating all over the screen, but on the surface they still didn't show anything.

Fortunately, Sister Wang's cooking skills are really good. Although the taste is too bland, he still eats it quite satisfactorily, and even feels that it has a special taste.

After dinner, Qi Che went to the study by himself.

Gu Ling was bored, playing on his mobile phone in the living room, and there were a lot of news in the small group.

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

[Master Zhang Chen: @lingling'er Why don't you talk?How about moving there? 】

[Lin Yiwen: I don't have time to read the news, it should be pretty good. 】

【Luo Yuan: Maybe it's been sweet? 】

[Master Zhang Chen: Impossible, Ling Da's heart has been sealed with cement since he was born, he can only have a greedy body. 】

Gu Ling clicked his tongue and typed quickly:

[Ling: Want to die? 】

【Ling: How do you have the face to change such a name for yourself】

[Master Zhang Chen: Did you see that, he said he ran out when he was greedy, he was absolutely right, maybe it’s already a spring night]

[Master Zhang Chen: What's wrong with the name?I took a selfie in the mirror today, and suddenly felt that I was almost comparable to you]

【Lin Yiwen: I don't quite agree with this】

【Luo Yuan: Me neither. 】

The group then began to make appointments for drinks and dinners. Gu Ling looked annoyed and threw the phone aside.

Until late at night, he went down to the bathroom prepared for himself under the leadership of Butler Chen.

The decoration of the bathroom is simple and exquisite. Next to the porcelain white bathtub is a small table with red wine and milk before going to bed. The bathtub has been filled with hot water at a suitable temperature.

Gu Ling picked out a bath ball, and threw it into the bathtub in a smooth parabola, and the calm water suddenly rippled in circles.

Although the bathing environment is very good, he is not in the mood to enjoy it.

There was a new set of pajamas outside the bathroom.

Under the reminder of this set of pajamas, Gu Ling realized a more serious problem.

I have to change my habit of sleeping naked.

The pajamas were made of pure silk, warm to the touch, and extremely smooth, but even so, he still felt uncomfortable all over.

When he came to the door of the master bedroom, Gu Ling did some mental training and slowly opened the door.

Warm yellow lights flood the room, and the dark gray velvet carpets all over the floor gently set off the night, but other than that, there are white walls, white ceilings, and black rosewood furniture.

Gu Ling was silent for a moment, so there was still only such a monotonous color.

There were footsteps coming from behind, Gu Ling turned around and saw that Qi Che finally took off his suit and put on a set of black silk pajamas. The light material covered his broad shoulders and arms, revealing his clear and smooth thin muscle lines. looming.

However, even if it is pajamas, it is still a shirt style, with the top button buttoned up, and it is tightly wrapped.

Gu Ling just glanced at it, and felt even more that it was probably a mistake of fate that he tied up with this AI for some kind of marriage.

As far as sleeping habits are concerned, he likes to sleep naked, while Qi Che wishes he could wrap himself up so that there is no excess skin exposed. It is useless to not have a single button on his body.

Qi Che only glanced at him indifferently, then looked away, and walked past him.

Gu Ling stood where he was, silently watching Qi Che lay down on the side of the three-meter-wide bed.

Gu Ling rarely felt a little cramped.

He used to think that things in the bedroom late at night were as simple and easy as drinking a few glasses of spirits or joking with someone, but when he really had to face it, he realized that it was not the case at all.

Gu Ling slowly walked around to the other side, and lay down next to the edge of the bed, keeping a distance between the two of them that could at least sleep two people.

It was the first time to sleep on the same bed with someone else, Gu Ling only felt that his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't control it. Even though his brain was clamoring that it was nothing, his body was completely disobedient.

He turned his head slightly, and from the corner of his eye looked at the man sleeping one meter away, only his indifferent profile could be seen.

Under the light and shadow cast by the warm yellow night light, his jaw line is as clear as a carving, and the outline of every facial feature is exquisite and superior.

No wonder fans call him modeling face ceiling.

Maybe this person is really a modeled paper man from face to body to core?

In this case, the story develops in a fantasy direction.

Gu Ling was thinking wildly, and suddenly the lights in the whole room went out instantly, and the surroundings were suddenly plunged into darkness.

Gu Ling was unprepared and was taken aback: "What's going on? Power outage?"

A flat, deep and emotionless voice sounded beside my ear: "Good night."

Gu Ling: "..."

He realized something, touched the phone, pressed it open and took a look:

22:00;

It was exactly ten o'clock in the evening.

He didn't expect that saying goodnight at ten o'clock on the schedule actually meant going to bed at ten o'clock.

Ten o'clock, the time when his nightlife just started.

The WeChat group has already started 99+, without his participation, it would be half boring.

Gu Ling was extremely awake, without any sleepiness. He stared at the invisible ceiling for a minute in the dark, and finally tried to struggle: "Can I wait a while..."

Qi Che interrupted him, although his tone was flat but clearly unquestionable: "Sleep silent."

The author says:

Can't talk at any time? (little face is yellow)