The Wealthy Husband

They didn't say hello, Qi Ling took Ding Cheng's hand, led him around the two, and walked to the top of the stairs. They went downstairs, then walked to the foot of the mountain, and Juzhe's flashlight began to climb the mountain.

"Hi, what a coincidence, it's you again."

A voice came from behind them. It was the two men who happened to ran into each other in the morning. They also came here to climb the mountain.

Ding Cheng nodded and met the sight of the man who said hello. This time he finally saw the person clearly, and his appearance was quite beautiful. Seeing him, his eyes were curious and there was something Ding Cheng couldn't understand.

Qi Ling looked back and saw the other person clearly. To be precise, Qi Ling recognized it when they met before.

"Mr. Qi, I didn't expect to run into it here." The person also recognized Qi Ling.

"Mr. Lin, I didn't expect it either."

Qi Ling responded to his words, but took the initiative to hold Ding Cheng's hand, and he let them clear, "You go first."

Lin Hao's gaze fell on Ding Cheng from Qi Ling's face, and then moved away. He nodded and walked with his male companion.

Qi Ling and Ding Cheng slowed down, Ding Cheng was a little confused, but he did not speak to disturb Qi Ling's thinking, but after Qi Ling thought for a while, he took the initiative to explain to Ding Cheng his dispute with Lin Hao.

"The Lin family is the leader of the new faction family, I have seen it at the banquet."

The exchanges between the old and the new faction are more frequent than those of their grandfather’s time, but there are still many contradictions. In the younger generation, Qi Ling is one of the core figures of the old style, and Lin Hao is also the core figure of the new style. It is the main reason for their attitude.

Ding Cheng nodded, but in his heart he felt that Qi Ling's indifference to him was more than that.

They climbed on the same seat, and it was inevitable that they would meet again when they climbed to the top of the mountain. Lin Hao’s male partner did not come over to talk, but he saw Ding Cheng’s eyes changed a bit, as if he was wary and jealous. .

But Ding Cheng didn't know them. He noticed them and didn't pay much attention to them. As long as he didn't wincely come forward to strike up a conversation with them.

Ding Cheng took out the camera in his backpack, looked for a good angle, and took a few pictures of the sunrise. Then he took another selfie of him and Qi Ling. They sat together and waited until the sun was fully up before they went down the mountain. .

It was 8 am when they returned to the hotel. They packed up their things and drove back to City H. Qi Ling’s luggage was brought along with him this time. Ding Cheng and Dong Meng took him to the airport by his plane at 7 o’clock tomorrow morning. We must drive back to the studio immediately.

So they have only a handful of time left to get together. He didn’t wander much, stayed back to the hotel, and spent time there, talking and reading, and then he felt like a kiss, or just rolled enthusiastically. .

As time went by, the reluctance gradually increased. Ding Cheng held Qi Ling and did not let go, even though they were all sweaty and drenched, he whispered, "Qi Ling, come to see me, I am really very Happy, thank you."

As he said, he kissed Qi Ling twice directly on the chest, then slightly bent his eyes, and continued to hug the person.

Qi Ling asked his relatives to rub, but in order to prevent Ding Cheng from getting sick, he still coaxed people to go to the bathroom to clean up, and then came back and continued to hug and talk. Not to mention that Ding Cheng could not sleep, even Qi Ling did the same. Ding Cheng was not forced to go to sleep.

When it was five o'clock in the morning, they slept for a while, got up to wash, and then drove to the airport.

Ding Cheng didn't get out of the car. He and Qi Ling looked at each other for a moment, then hooked the person back. He kissed Qi Ling's forehead and lips, and he whispered, "When you get there, call me."

"Okay, pay attention to rest and keep in touch." Qi Ling lowered his head and touched Ding Cheng's lips, and then he opened the door for a few more minutes. He took the luggage, Ding Cheng pressed the window, and they waved goodbye.

Seeing Qi Ling walked into the airport building and could not find him at all, Ding Cheng motioned to Dong Meng to drive. It takes two hours to drive back, almost eight o'clock, and it does not affect today's work.

Ding Cheng closed his eyes and rested, and for a moment he glanced at Dong Meng's look in the rearview mirror. Without noticing anything strange, he continued to fall asleep with peace of mind.

He stayed abroad for two years and was somewhat influenced by some ideas. He didn't think there was anything bad about seeing people like this kind of intimacy, so even if it stimulated Dong Meng, he didn't plan to reflect on the change.

When the car stopped, Ding Cheng also adjusted his state. He went in to make up and change clothes, and then shoot. His attitude was more serious than before, as if he was also an investor behind the scenes.

The fact is that he is not, his man is, and Ding Cheng demanded himself and others with an attitude of not allowing Qi Ling to lose money.

Because he was on leave for two days, he was busy with the filming work until he finished. The relationship between him and Qi Ling remained the same, sending messages and chatting, and playing videos every night. Although there was no real person together, the old man’s The mode of getting along became more and more natural.

"Tonight, I will hold the banquet. Tomorrow I will go to the third aunt's house to get something. The plane flew back in the evening."

Ding Cheng whispered to Qi Ling on the phone. It’s not that he never thought of not telling Qi Ling and giving him a surprise, but after thinking about it, he looks forward to seeing Qi Ling sooner and returning to him sooner. Enough, he thought Qi Ling thought the same.

"Well, I'll pick you up."

There was also a little joy in Qi Ling’s voice. Twenty days have passed since the last time they met in person. Although they are in contact every day, they are different. I miss the fermentation day by day. Suddenly at this moment, he realized that he missed Ding Cheng so much.

"Okay," Ding Cheng replied. He raised his hand to Song Yuan again. Then he got in the car and they went to eat at the hotel near the filming location.

"Let's go, talk on the phone every day," He Dongyu walked to Ding Cheng's side. He watched him hang up the phone, and he muttered. After staying together for more than a month, he also noticed some of Ding Cheng's small habits.

For example, at the end of every day, the first thing he does is to put headphones in his ears to talk on the phone. For example, he has been in the crew for so long, and he has never visited a nightclub once, and he goes straight to his room every time. What attracts him.

Ding Cheng glanced at He Dongyu when he heard the words, he smiled, "Walk around, drink more at night, I'll treat you."

Ding Cheng has a good personality, and his attitude towards filming is getting more and more serious. Even He Dongyu has lost his temper. Although they are still not many good friends, the relationship is not embarrassing at the beginning.

The seafood eaten at the banquet, the wine and vegetables were eaten freely. Everyone gave Ding Cheng a practice, and it was unavoidable to drink. Ding Cheng's alcohol volume was good and could not withstand such a pouring. He hid in the toilet and vomited twice before he fooled the banquet.

Ding Cheng did not let Song Yuan drink. When the drink was almost the same, Song Yuan asked Dong Meng to come in, and they sent Ding Cheng back to the room together, and then asked Dong Meng to send Song Yuan back to the room. She was a girl’s safety. .

"I'm in the room, are you still asleep?"

Ding Cheng was talking on the phone and turned on the water, rustling, already beginning to take off his clothes, Qi Ling could vaguely hear Ding Cheng's movement, and his Adam's apple rolled away.

"Well, I'm waiting for you," Ding Cheng didn't return to the hotel safely, and Qi Ling couldn't rest assured to sleep.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a bath, let's talk about it." Ding Cheng was somewhat drunk. He put his phone aside and forgot to turn it off. He has been changing clothes and **** live recently, and now he is giving Qi Ling a shower. movement.

He unconsciously hummed this untuned song in his mouth, washed and brushed, and then masturbated with the flow|comfort, completely without any scruples...

Qi Ling over there listened to the earphones, and after a little dazed, he turned to a slightly dangerous look. He leaned on the bed, the book in his hand was still flipping, but he couldn't see anything anymore.

Ding Cheng lingered, taking the bath for half an hour and dissipating the fire on his body. He continued to brush his teeth and wash his face, then took the phone, only to see the changing call time on it.

His head was a little dumbfounded, and he woke up in an instant...It seemed as if there were thousands of horses rushing past his head, which would stun him.

"Qi, Qi Ling, are you asleep?" Do not fall asleep... Ding Cheng prayed sincerely, he didn't want his image to be damaged in Qi Ling's heart.

However, in Qi Ling's view, this is quite a real and interesting person in line with Ding Cheng's image.

"No," Qi Ling replied, with a slightly hoarse smell in his voice, he whispered, "Chengcheng, you continue to call me..."

"Do...what do?" Ding Cheng's ears and cheeks were red, as if he opened the door to a new world for Qi Ling...

Qi Ling's words came over, and he was two more perceptual than before, "Chengcheng, I'm thinking of you..."

Originally, he only missed Ding Cheng purely, but now he missed the feeling of combining him with Ding Cheng. All this is because Qi Ling thought he was not fooling Ding Cheng.

Ding Cheng sat on the bed, his cheeks still blushing, but after he continued to hesitate, he had already called out according to Qi Ling's previous request, "Qiling, Qi Ling, I miss you too... Qi Ling..."

Every soft call of Ding Cheng changed his feeling a little. He dimmed the light to let the darkness block his sense of shame, and also more clearly conveyed the emotion and sensibility in his voice, and his passion for Qi Ling.

"Yeah..." Qi Ling's breathing was heavier than before. In Ding Cheng's unique voice, Qi Ling completed a very strange masturbation in his life. He walked to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. You can imagine that Bian Dingcheng's face should be completely red.

"Good night, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow..." Ding Cheng put down his mobile phone, was taken aback for a moment, and rolled directly under the quilt. He fell asleep with drunkenness and a sense of shame.

When he woke up the next day, after a brief recollection, he quickly packed his things and got in the car to go to H City in the morning.

However, he still has to work on the way. He posted a few photos of the shooting location on W Bo, as well as a selfie of him, accompanied by the text #剧版 "孤月" Duanmu Yueren finished, and now go home [ Smiley】#

Later, his blog post was reposted by the official blog of the drama version of "Silence Moon", and then reposted by He Dongyu, Zhao Qing and others. For a while, Ding Cheng also had a lot of fans. It is really his selfie with a slightly high value. Dazzle.

It was completely different from Duanmu's Yueren's look. The eyes that looked over had a touch of affection, and many comments and messages indicated that they had been called.

Ding Cheng smiled at these comments. Thinking of something, he picked up another work phone and registered another account.

Based on his experience of playing on other social platforms, this account can definitely come in handy. Ding Cheng doesn’t need it for the time being to vent. He searched for Qi Ling’s personal account, followed it, and then posted a weird one. "Nymphoid" blog post.

#Your first in the universe, the cute, handsome and strong lover is back! ! ! [Dear|Kiss][Dear|Kiss][Dear|Kiss]@齐陵#

Ding Cheng didn’t think it would be seen by Qi Ling. They had been together for so long, and he hadn’t seen Qi Ling playing this. Qi Ling’s account was registered for him by the company’s public relations. In addition to being authenticated, it’s the most recent one. A blog post was two years ago.

But Qi Ling still has a lot of fans. He is the president of Qi Ming. Even if he doesn't play this, he is enough to make fans yy.

Of course, it is not uncommon for people like Ding Cheng to directly post this kind of nasty blog. There are quite a lot of strange flowers in the world. Of course, it is the freedom of "wonderful flowers" to be scolded.

Regarding whose lover Qi Ling is, Ding Cheng used his superb cursing skills to overcome those who came to curse, and he was totally different from the usual style of painting.

But Ding Cheng didn't know. Just when he was fighting with netizens, on the top floor of the Qiming Building in Beicheng, Wang Hai asked Qi Ling for instructions and asked them if they needed to forward Ding Cheng to the official blog and build momentum together.

Qi Ling thought about it and shook his head, but he also thought of his idle account.

The account login was a series of messy news. Qi Ling glanced at it. He was going to put it aside, and then quickly took the phone back. He turned to Ding Cheng trumpet’s @他’s message half an hour ago, look at this and that. The nickname was a little startled.

Sweet orange ice cream... This account that should only appear in three or four years, was once the only netizen in Qi Ling, and occasionally he could say something to solve him.

But the "sweet orange ice cream" in the previous life has never posted such a strange Weibo, and dare to @他的, so is this just a coincidence? Sweet orange...Ice cream... There was a little contemplative expression on Qi Ling's face. He probably guessed something.

Qi Ling, who was still hesitating to register a trumpet, did not hesitate and registered another one. Then he paid attention to Ding Chenglu, and this "sweet orange ice cream" that was suspected to be his trumpet.

By the way, he also commented and reposted this blog post, #路 Be careful//Your first lovely, handsome and strong lover in the universe is back! ! ! [Dear|Kiss][Dear|Kiss][Dear|Kiss]@齐陵#

Ding Cheng looked at this strange comment, a bit inexplicable, as if he was the "you" he was talking about. There are so many actors in this world who love to play for himself... Ding Cheng complained in his heart. But it didn't care.

After more than two hours of driving, the car stopped in front of his third uncle and third aunt’s house. Ding Cheng put away his mobile phone. Within two seconds, he changed from a warlike appearance to his usual soft and sweet appearance when facing his elders. Called sweetly.

"Auntie, second brother, I'm here..."

As Dong Meng witnessed this process, he couldn't help but look at Ding Cheng more, and then shook his head. He should have been thinking too much...