The Wealthy Husband

Qi Ling pushed the wheelchair over, he could serve food, even more stable than Ding Cheng, Ding Cheng did not refuse Qi Ling's help, in his eyes, Qi Ling in the wheelchair is no different from the past.

"Eat more, you are all thinner..." Ding Cheng put the golden fried egg into Qi Ling's bowl, his tone was painful, and then he gave Qi Ling two more chopsticks.

Qi Ling picked up this most common fried egg and put it in his mouth. Under Ding Cheng's eyes, he faintly tasted something different from the past, maybe it was sweet. He nodded, "It's delicious."

As Qi Ling said, he also clamped a chopstick to Ding Cheng. The person in front of him was smiling, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth couldn't be retracted at all.

After half an hour, they all finished eating. As at noon, Qi Ling helped Ding Cheng clean up together. He didn't have much to do, but when others were in the kitchen, Ding Cheng seemed to be fully charged. Full of enthusiasm, the mood is quite happy.

They were all set up. They went to the study together. Qi Ling was still in a wheelchair and worked in the wheelchair. Ding Cheng took up the desk, but he had ordered a lot of things in the afternoon, which will be delivered later.

Sure enough, an hour later, the doorbell rang, Ding Cheng went to open the door, and then asked the installer to come in, put the new desk and bookshelf in place, and waited for him to wipe it with clean water a few times, and then let it dry for two days, Qiling would be fine. used.

Ding Cheng was cleaning the table. Qi Ling pushed the wheelchair to the living room and answered the phone. It was the call from Uncle Wang, the housekeeper from the old house.

"Sir, Mr. Qi is at the door of the old house. He wants to see you."

Wang Bo was formerly known as Wang Dan. He was Wang Hai’s father and the son of Qi Ling’s grandfather. Qi Bai was kicked out of the Qi family, but the relationship between Wang Dan and Qi Bai has always been good. He regulates the relationship between Qi Ling and Qi Bo in the middle.

"No," Qi Ling squinted his eyes, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then continued, "Uncle Wang, you must remember that I am the head of the Qi family. Qi Bo and Qi Wei are not allowed to enter the old house in the future. Half a step, have you remembered?"

The cold sweat of Wang Dan over there suddenly appeared. He felt a different pressure from the past in Qi Ling's words, and even felt like he was listening to Master Qi's instructions.

"Yes, I remembered it." Wang Dan couldn't say a word about the words that Wang Dan wanted to persuade Qi Ling. He hung up the phone and went to his son Wang Hai after a few thoughts.

Wang Hai was working on some company documents, and when Wang Dan entered his study, he only raised his eyes and glanced, and then continued to do his own thing.

"What the **** is going on? Why did Mr. suddenly target Qi Bo and Qi Wei like this?"

Before this car accident, Qi Bai's role as a benevolent father had always played well. He and Qi Ling seemed to be in a state of breaking the ice. This situation seemed to be worse than when the old man was alive.

Wang Dan vaguely felt that things were a little detached from his control, but the son in front of him was taken away by Qi Ling since he was a child, and he never revealed his half-point in official business.

This time the issue was also held at the shareholder meeting, and he only knew the general idea. This is not only Wang Hai hiding from him, Qi Ling is also guarding him, but all he has done so far is dedicated to the Qi family and his father and son, and there is not too much beyond the boundary.

"This is the matter of the sir, how would I know."

As Wang Hai picked up the documents, he walked out of his study, and then went all the way to the second floor into Qiling's study. Soon after, Wang Dan saw Wang Hai carrying the safe that Qiling used to go out. NS.

It seems that Qi Ling really doesn't plan to live in the old house, at least for a short time.

When Wang Hai came out of the Qi’s house, he came to the community where Ding Cheng lived. Ding Cheng opened the door and Wang Hai came in. He gave the study to Qi Ling and talked to Wang Hai. He took the tablet to another room with fitness equipment. To the room.

While he was running, he watched the movies of the well-known director Song Lao. All he could prepare was to review Song Lao's past work style and try to figure out his acting skills by the way.

Su Ya had no hope for him, as did Ding Cheng herself, but every opportunity was hard to come by. Even if the hope was not enough, he had to do his best to prepare.

After reading a masterpiece by Song Lao, Ding Cheng searched the Internet for the novel about the film. He didn't know what role he was interviewing, but it was absolutely necessary to go through the novel.

Whether a character's grasp is in place has a lot to do with the overall control of the script.

Ding Cheng was fascinated. Qi Ling sent Wang Hai back to the room. He didn't notice it until he was stuffed with a piece of orange flesh, the sweet and sour taste, that made him come back to his senses, but he thought To get things done, this quality of concentration is necessary.

Ding Cheng put the tablet aside and stretched out his hand to pull Qi Ling's wheelchair closer, "Are you sleepy? Do you want to go to bed first, I have to read it before I can sleep."

"Don't worry," Qi Ling responded by feeding Ding Cheng another orange, one by one, before he stopped feeding the whole orange.

Ding Cheng took a short break after eating the oranges. He glanced at Qi Ling. It is estimated that he was full in the afternoon and he is not sleepy now. Qi Ling also has a book in his hand. Ding Cheng didn’t ask for more words. He continued to read the novel. .

Ding Cheng kept reading a novel of three to four hundred thousand words until two o'clock at night. He rubbed his forehead and glanced at his mobile phone. Only then did he realize that the time was so late, and Qi Ling beside him was also there. Reading books, people look a bit more energetic than him.

"It's too late, let's go to bed, you have to go to the company tomorrow."

In fact, according to Ding Cheng's thinking, Qi Ling should stay at home until his legs are completely healed, but Qi Ling can't live without Qi Ling, and Qi Ling has to go to work in a wheelchair.

Ding Cheng himself learned a lot in a mess, but he had limited experience in economics and management, and the Qi family was not familiar with it, so he couldn't help Qi Ling more.

"Okay," Qi Ling put the book aside. He actually read the book to wait for Ding Cheng. Seeing the worry in Ding Cheng's eyes, Qi Ling suddenly felt that such waiting had become interesting.

After washing, they went to the bed, still separated by a pillow distance, they fell asleep as they did yesterday.

After Ding Cheng concentrated, his mental energy was exhausted, and he became a little sleepy in the process of washing, even more so when lying on the bed. Qi Ling in his head was ramming with those stories. He closed his eyes and slowly turned to his side. Unconsciously, he went to Qi Ling.

"You push me when you want to go to the toilet, don't mess around with you, huh?"

"Well," Qi Ling responded, turning sideways as if, and the lamp on the other side of the sofa was dimmed, and he could vaguely see the outline of Ding Cheng's sideways. He raised his hand and landed on Ding Cheng's hair. Knead it on.

Suddenly, he also felt a little distressed not knowing the reason, and he whispered, "Good night, Chengcheng."

Ding Chengmi opened his eyes blindly, his cheeks and ears were flushed with this whisper, and the blood in his heart poured into his head, and the distance between him and Qi Ling was probably only one fingernail left.

As long as he gets closer, he can kiss Qi Ling's lips.

After clarifying the situation at hand, Ding Cheng’s breathing became visibly fast, and the sleepiness that had enveloped his head disappeared from him. Ding Cheng was so stiff, he didn't want to move back, but he didn't dare to move forward.

It's a bit of counsel at the critical moment, which Ding Cheng can't overcome in a short time, after all, it is a habit brought by the past ten years.

But at this moment, Qi Ling's hand slid to Ding Cheng's cheek, and the others moved up slightly, his lips were printed on the center of Ding Cheng's eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "Good night."

"Good night..." Ding Cheng responded, his heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest, and then he wrapped his hands around Qi Ling's waist, and his head reached Qi Ling's neck. They were close together. It's never been near.

"Qiling, good night."

Qi Ling's hand gently patted Ding Cheng's back. Ding Cheng fell asleep not long after, and Qi Ling fell asleep soon, and he also acquiesced that Ding Cheng was sleeping with his arms around him. It was very warm. , Warmer than expected.

They slept until seven o’clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang, and the two people woke up one after another. Ding Cheng seemed to be aware, but he still held Qi Ling and didn’t want to let go. He consciously did something extra wise when he was awake. The choice is to pretend to sleep.

Finally, I was able to hold Qi Ling when I fell asleep. How could I wake up so quickly at such a rare moment.

Ding Cheng’s eyes were closed, but his senses were awakening. He felt Qi Ling’s body temperature, Qi Ling’s heartbeat, and the strong muscles on Qi Ling’s back under his palm. Can't tell if this is Qi Ling's heartbeat or his own.

And Qi Ling, who was being held, turned from squinting his eyes to helpless. Ten minutes later, he rubbed Ding Cheng's hair and said, "Cheng Cheng, we should get up."

"Well," Ding Cheng replied in a low voice, then quickly got up, slid and ran to the toilet.

Qi Ling sat up and looked at his pajamas that was wrinkled by Ding Cheng. The helplessness on his face turned into interest again.

Ding Cheng packed up and came out in the bathroom, and found that Qi Ling had also changed his clothes. He came over to help the person in the wheelchair, and then pushed him into the bathroom.

There are not many things to eat at home. After they washed up, Ding Cheng called He Li to buy an early meal. After he and Qi Ling had eaten, they would take the car to the Qiming Building together.

He Li pushed Qi Ling upstairs, but Ding Cheng didn’t follow. He was waiting for Su Ya. He still had a copy for Heli Duo to buy an early. Su Ya lived by herself, life was not so exquisite at all, this early Just used it.

"Did you cook it?" Su Ya ate the Hanamaki and soy milk in three to five bites.

"No, I asked He Li to buy it, but I have time to make it healthier," Ding Cheng responded and walked to the opposite building with Su Ya. They used to pay rent and sign a contract.

Su Yaluo glanced at Ding Cheng strangely, but his mouth was soft. He didn't persuade him on Ding Cheng's hobby, as long as he didn't delay his work due to cooking.

Ding Cheng paid three years of rent in one breath, and at the same time discussed more details with Su Ya in this empty small hall. Su Ya is definitely not enough for a studio. At least two assistants, a driver, a makeup artist, etc. Dressers, etc., equipped with RVs that need to be able to change clothes temporarily.

"I'm hiring for all of these. I would rather be queuing up. I guess it will take a while to get them ready for you." Su Ya's efficiency is high, but his requirements are also high. And Ding Cheng does not need such a complete configuration at this stage.

"I'm okay," Ding Cheng stood by the window and looked up. He could see the top floor of Qiming Building, which happened to be the location of the Qiling office, but it was impossible for him to see the people inside. The telescope in Ding's house moved over.