The Wealthy Husband

Qi Ling nodded, his hand turned to Qi Ling's side, and then they read the book together for nearly two hours. This novel that Qi Ling turned over by Qi Ling yesterday is considered to be finished.

At the end of the "A Tale of Two Cities" story, Caton died on the guillotine for love and to perfect others. It was not the first time Ding Cheng read this novel, his expression was still a little emotional, on the contrary, there was no change on Qi Ling's face.

"Do you think Caton is stupid?" Ding Cheng's hand had already hugged Qi Ling's arm. He continued to turn his head and leaned on his shoulder, which was also very convenient. Even if he fell into the story, he hadn't Can be aware of the closeness between him and Qi Ling.

To be honest, Qi Ling used to feel stupid, but if he changed his position to someone loved by Caton, he wouldn’t dare to think so, because the person next to him was essentially different from Caton. Too big a difference.

They are not love first, but they are willing to sacrifice everything for the faith in his heart, and at that stage, love is the faith in his heart.

"He thinks it's worth it, he can't be considered stupid," this is the answer Qi Ling gave after a few thoughts. He turned his head and collided with Ding Cheng who raised his head, and he got a smile from Ding Cheng.

Qi Ling breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he held Ding Cheng's hand in his arm, gently held it in his hand, and he continued.

"I am angry today because Qi Bo ran to my mother's grave, but I can take back the equity in his hand, but I can't break his leg." Even he can't wash away the part of Qi Bo in his bloodline. blood.

Even now, Qi Ling still couldn't control his anger, and the killing thought hidden under his anger. At certain moments when his emotions were pushed to the extreme, Qi Ling had really moved the killing thought.

But the reality is not a fictional world of gratitude and enmity, but a society under the rule of law where people are murdered. They live in huge wealth, and they can indeed have a lot of convenience and power brought by wealth, but murdering others is still the reality of society. No one can be Forbidden zone that is allowed to step into.

Killing pays for his life, it is really worthless for him to pay for someone like Qi Boqiwei...but it seems that it is not worth it, because he is also dead.

"So are you angry with yourself?" Ding Cheng raised his left hand and landed on Qi Ling's chest. He rubbed it gently, "Qi Ling, the more you care, the more he can hurt you, he For us, it's nothing."

"You care about him, you might as well care about me..." Ding Cheng almost blurted out the latter sentence, but he really felt that way. He thought it was not worth it for Qi Ling to be angry for a person like Qi Boqiwei.

Now that the words had been spoken, Ding Cheng had no scruples. He met Qi Ling's eyes and said seriously, "I will treat you well." If Qi Ling needs it, he can do everything he has for him. .

"Of course, you can also... refuse." It's not that he wants Qi Ling to be good, Qi Ling must accept it completely. Feelings are the most complicated and the hardest to force, so Ding Cheng is helpless in many cases. .

Qi Ling didn't reply immediately, but he had to say that his heart was completely disturbed by Ding Cheng's too sincere words, and the negative emotions that had been plagued him for many years were gone. He nodded gently, "You are right. "

Ding Cheng's eyes widened a bit when he heard this, but after saying so much, Qi Ling is absolutely right, does he care about him, or is he right?

When Ding Cheng was still confused, Qi Ling's hand fell on his cheek, and he gently rubbed it, "Yes, it's all right."

"Ah...oh, um," Ding Cheng nodded immediately, his cheek being caressed by Qi Ling and the other side were completely red.

A slight smile appeared on Qi Ling's face, and he continued to rub Ding Cheng's hair. His mind gradually drifted away, and the smile on his face faded. Today, it is not just Qi Baichuang that can make him lose control of his emotions. It’s as simple as a cemetery.

"Qi Bai derailed around my first year|Chang Yixue, my mother endured it for five or six years after knowing it, and became depressed. After the incident broke out, my grandfather kicked Qi Bai out of Qi's house, but two more Months later, my mother... committed suicide."

Counting the time, Qi Ling was just seven years old at that time. Perhaps it was because of the rebirth that he came back. This memory that had been dimmed by time became vivid again.

Qi Ling's mother is Mei Juan. She and Qi Bai moved out of the old house after she was married. Therefore, before the age of seven, Qi Ling only returned to the old house during the festive season. He lived with Mei Juan at other times. Qi After Bai Derail was discovered, he didn't come back often.

Qi Ling, who was in the second grade of elementary school, arrived home by school bus. He called to his mother and no one answered. He walked to the second floor of the villa step by step, pushed a room away, and finally found Mei Juan in the bathroom of the master bedroom.

Qi Ling can't remember what Mei Juan looked like before his death, but the bright red blood and the ticking sound of water in a bath have been entangled|has been entangled in his dreams for countless years. Qi Ling's grandmother is said to have died of mental illness. Qi Ling always felt that he might have such a day.

"I used to think that Qi Bai was kicked out of the Qi family, and he deserved all his sins. Looking at it now... things are not that simple." From looking back at his biological mother's death to the present, Qi Ling's tone and expression were very calm, so calm that Ding Chengbi was so calm. Seeing Qi Ling angry, but also distressed.

Only by looking at the present things with the eyes of the future can Qi Ling discover these loopholes, which he hadn't been able to notice in the past.

From his previous life to the present, Qi Ling has never thought of forgiving Qi Bai. Whether it is to alienate or ease, his ultimate goal is to punish him.

"My grandfather drove Qi Bo away. He did a great job. Most people in Beicheng can't understand it, and neither do I...but why? My grandfather is like a person without reason."

As Qi Ling and Ding Cheng talked, they seemed to have found the key to the problem. He was calm, much calmer than Ding Cheng expected.

"Sorry, I told you these bad things," Qi Ling withdrew his hand from Ding Cheng's hair. He apologized sincerely. He shouldn't bring these negative emotions to Ding Cheng.

"Qi Ling, there is no apology between us," Ding Cheng took the initiative to move closer, and then he drew closer, and then he rubbed Qi Ling's cheek with his face like this, then leaned against Qi Ling's shoulder, and put his hands around. , Hug people tightly.

For more distress, he needs to hide in the bottom of his heart and be able to express himself, so he can only hold Qi Ling tightly in this way and give Qi Ling the warmth he can give.

Ding Cheng had nothing to do except the class scheduled by Su Ya tomorrow. Qi Ling didn't want to return to the state of working machines before. There were so many kinds of them embracing each other, and Ding Cheng sat up straight from Qi Ling's shoulders.

"I'll heat up the broth. Let's drink some before going to bed."

"Okay," Qi Ling nodded, but he took Ding Cheng's hand but didn't let go, then he followed Ding Cheng with one hand and pushing the wheelchair with the other, like this, following to the kitchen.

Each person drank a bowl of pork knuckle soup with medicinal herbs, which warmed from the stomach to the heart, and then to the whole body. In Ding Cheng's warm eyes and smile, the haze in Qi Ling's heart had long since disappeared. He continued to clean up the dishes and chopsticks with Ding Cheng, and then returned to the room together.

Qi Ling and Ding Cheng were both lying on the bed and going to sleep, and Su Ya called.

"There is good news, bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Ding Cheng's eyebrows were slightly raised. Su Ya sounded like she was in a good mood. She actually sold her to him. Ding Cheng glanced at Qi Ling who was half-lying and silent, and his eyes moved down unconsciously. Qi Ling's half-exposed collarbone is really beautiful.

"Bad news," Ding Cheng said, turning his eyes away, not daring to look at it again.

What was the bad news? Ding Cheng was actually expecting it. It was that the resume he gave to Lao Song was too thin, and there was no work that could be said. The risk of them choosing him was too great.

And the key is that this role is a bit special, from the point of view of the role, it is not worth spending too much thought.

"Song Lao's Duanmu Yueren role was given to Xunjing. This is bad news," Su Ya calmly said the result they could predict, and then his tone rose slightly, without Ding Cheng asking again, the good news I told you.

"But the screenwriter of the original novel asked me just now, and he wants to recommend you to play Duanmu Yueren in the drama version of "Lonely Moon"."

The author of the original novel was also on the scene today, but the time they spent in the audition room was too short. Ding Cheng focused on acting. Su Ya’s focus was on Ding Cheng and Song Lao. She didn’t even notice that this number was there. Surprisingly happy.

"In addition, Duanmu Yueren's role in the drama version is second only to the male second, and we need to know the specifics if he gives us the script."

"Well, this is indeed good news," Ding Cheng also showed a slightly happy expression on his face. He glanced at Qi Ling again, then moved himself closer to his side, "Allen, thank you for your hard work."

They were lucky on one hand, and on the other hand, it was because of Su Ya, who gave Ding Cheng an audition opportunity in the afternoon.

"Work within minutes, OK, I won't disturb you. At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will take you to class at the entrance of... Qiming Building." Su Ya, who was tasting wine in her room, showed a slight smile on her face.

Ding Cheng's character and background, it is impossible for him to completely control him, and it is not the kind of person who can help him return to the top | So so far, he is very satisfied with Ding Cheng.

When the phone hung up, Ding Cheng exhaled softly. In fact, he was not as calm as he was in front of Su Ya. He turned sideways and hugged Qi Ling's neck, his tone was full of surprise and joy, without disguising it.

"Qi Ling, you heard that, my efforts in the afternoon were not in vain, oh, Qi Ling, you are really my big lucky star, if you ask me to cheer, I really succeeded."

Baby Ding Cheng hugged Qi Ling scarcely, and couldn't hold back his joy. His words fell directly on Qi Ling's cheek, and he said, "Pump," his voice was so loud that all Ding Cheng's joy was scared. Gone.

"I, I... I'm so happy..."

Ding Cheng said that he hurriedly reached out to wipe Qi Ling's face, but before his hand fell on Qi Ling's face, he was caught.

But unlike before, Ding Cheng was caught arrogantly taking advantage of it, but his fear was not that much.

He stared at Qi Ling with wide eyes. His happiness was gone, and the sharpness on his body was also weakened. From the heart to the expression, the expression was so soft|soft and gentle, as if what Qi Ling did to him, he No objection.

Not to mention that Qi Ling is not angry at all, even if he is angry, he can't get angry anymore.