The Wealthy Husband

Ding Cheng wanted to say this clearly, so he almost told Qi Ling directly that he wanted to hold his hand. However, Qi Ling, who had heard Ding Cheng's confession a long time ago, could no longer be dull, but he knew it well and chose to cooperate with Ding Cheng.

"Yeah," he not only did not expose it, but also responded softly, and at the same time he held Ding Cheng's hesitant hand, then his brow wrinkled slightly, "Why are your hands so cold."

"Huh?" Ding Cheng didn't feel the coldness of his hands at all. Of course, compared to Qi Ling, whose body was mostly wrapped in a quilt, he was naturally not so warm, and most of his "coolness" was It still made him nervous.

"That hand," Qi Ling's eyes fell on Ding Cheng's other hand, and then Ding Cheng obediently stretched that hand into the bed together, and was held by Qi Ling together.

He was frustrated for a while before he was sure that Qi Ling really wanted to warm his hands, squinted his eyes, his eyes were slightly widened, "It's really warm." The warmth made his heart sweet, and he couldn't help thinking. Qi Ling smiled, of course he did the same.

Qi Ling held Ding Cheng’s hands and his hands were completely warm. He didn’t let go. Just holding on, Ding Cheng was very happy with the touch, and his mood at the moment was to make Ding Cheng happy. .

But happy times always make people feel short. When the time is ten o'clock in the evening, they must go to bed.

Ding Cheng returned to his bed to sleep contentedly. He looked at his hand and was more happy than fishing for gold. He smiled and fell asleep, and then woke up with a smile, especially when he opened his eyes to see sleep. When he was moving towards Qi Ling, he was happily trying to secretly roll around. All this was more like a dream than a dream.

He tiptoed to Qi Ling's bed wrapped in his coat, and took a good look at people with his cheeks. Before he got up and left, he was caught by Qi Ling who woke up. His eyes were facing each other, and Ding Cheng was too late to slip away.

"I, I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face, just...passing by..." If he didn't want to climb|the bed and then go to the bathroom, this passing is too reluctant, he can't listen anymore.

"Let me see if you... did you sleep well."

This is the standard answer. Ding Cheng felt a little anxious about the short circuit of his head.

"I slept well, how about you?"

Qi Ling looked at Ding Cheng's slightly embarrassed appearance, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes. He suddenly wanted to rub Ding Chengrou's soft and beautiful hair like this, but the hand in the quilt was quietly clenched, and he didn't follow. He does what he wants.

"Well, me too," Ding Cheng nodded, his cheeks flushed, but it seems that his high-frequency blushing and heartbeat from yesterday to the present made him slightly adapt to it. He leaned over and held Qi Ling's shoulders, voice Continue to lower.

"You continue to lie down, and I will come to help you after I wash up, soon."

Qi Ling nodded, Ding Cheng turned around and finally found the right way. When he reached the bathroom, he told Qi Ling that he would take care of himself soon, and then brought water to Qi Ling.

"Myself…"

When Qi Ling's words came out, Ding Cheng put his hands too high, and then said to him with a serious expression, "Ah."

He asked Qi Ling to open his mouth wide, and he wanted to help Qi Ling brush his teeth. This is not necessary at all. According to Jiang Suwen's words, Qi Ling's sequelae is on his legs, and his hands are fine. He can do this by himself.

"Ah," Ding Cheng once again reminded Qi Ling to open his mouth, and for a moment the seriousness on his face disappeared. He smiled at Qi Ling, "There is no mirror here, you can't see it, it must not be clean."

"Well, I'm joking with you," Ding Cheng regretfully returned the toothbrush to Qi Ling, and then he ran to the bathroom to bring Qi Ling a small mirror, and Qi Ling finally couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.

Ding Cheng's posture is to take care of him as a child who can't take care of himself at all, and as he told him, he likes to touch his body, commonly known as...touching, it really doesn't matter where he is.

Washing is extremely plain on weekdays, so Ding Cheng's blending is inexplicably more interesting.

Ding Cheng watched Qi Ling brushing his teeth and washing his face, as if he had been robbed of something by Qi Ling, but the joy in his eyes let Qi Ling know that Ding Cheng liked the time with him very much.

At noon that day, Ding Cheng went back to the residence to take some clothes, bought some small things and food for Qi Ling by the way, before returning to the hospital, and Qi Ling did not secretly work as he ordered, but was reading a book.

Ding Cheng put the big and small bags aside, he sat on the chair, passed the fruit knife, raised his eyes to look at Qi Ling, "What do you want to eat?"

Qi Ling moved his study aside, his eyes fell on the fruit basket, there are many kinds of fruits, apples, pears, oranges, small tomatoes, etc., "Oranges."

"Oh... okay," Ding Cheng put down the fruit knife, took the orange and rubbed and rolled it on his hand, and then cut it open directly to feed Qi Ling like this, he subconsciously asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Well," Qi Ling, whose lips | petals touched the orange pulp, immediately responded, and then the pulp entered, as he should, it was very sweet and delicious, and Ding Cheng in his sight was already red with his ears, his hands There is no shaking, but there is a meaning of not knowing where to put the feet.

"Then eat more. If it is not enough, I will buy it tomorrow. I will pick oranges." Ding Cheng called this name. Both his nickname and nickname are inseparable from this orange. Every time he celebrates his birthday, he puts the most The fruit is oranges.

But Qi Ling's eating, and other people's eating, gave him a completely different feeling. It was like he was like this orange, and Qi Ling had a bite. His heart was numb and numb, and I thought of running a few laps in the snow. Come back.

Qi Ling ate half of the meal and did not eat it again. Ding Cheng ate the rest and finished another one by himself. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and rubbed his hands unconsciously. The heating in the ward was not cold, but the water It's still cold.

"Put it here."

"Huh?" Ding Cheng's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't know what brought it up. He saw that he didn't take anything. He leaned forward slightly, "What do you want?"

Qi Ling didn't respond to Ding Cheng's words, he stretched out his hand and held Ding Cheng's slightly cool hand, which was colder than he expected, "Remember to wear gloves when you go out."

"Hmm..." Ding Cheng looked at Qi Ling, and then at the hands they were holding together. His heartbeat was banging, and a burst of blood rushed to his forehead. He took a deep breath and leaned his body closer to Qi Ling. .

Ding Cheng's sudden deception made Qi Ling feel stunned for a moment, and he also let Ding Cheng get out of his hand, and then he held his face with his eyes facing each other, and the distance between his lips and his lips was only within a palm of his hand.

"I..." Ding Cheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He met Qi Ling's gaze, his cheeks became redder, and he squatted to speak, "Let me see if your face is cold..."

Immediately, Ding Cheng sat back in his position and withdrew his hand. After a while, he took the initiative to push it back into Qi Ling's hand.

"Well," Qi Ling replied inaudibly, but his gaze always fell on Ding Cheng's face. To be precise, it was Ding Cheng's eyes. With his experience, it is impossible to misunderstand Ding Cheng. Cheng the sudden impulse.

What impulse? Ding Cheng's urge to kiss him...

Qi Ling thought a lot at once, but Ding Cheng failed to take this into consideration. He was warmed with his hands, and then tried hard to restrain those urges that were most likely to be bad, and by the way to appease his regrets.

He almost kissed Qi Ling again just now... It must not be so next time... Give up halfway.

That night, Qi Ling and Ding Cheng both opened their eyes in bed for a long time before they fell asleep. When they got up the next day, they seemed to have forgotten the half-way incident together. In this way, Ding Cheng stayed in the hospital and Qi Ling for four consecutive years. Days.

On December 9th, on the sixth day of his return to China, it was the deadline for his elder brother Ding Bo to help him conceal. Today, he must go back to Ding's house and personally tell him his decision.

The network laid out by Qi Ling is almost brewing. This morning is the Qi Ming's shareholders meeting of the Qi Group. Qi Bai and Qi Wei will formally take over the power of the Qi family.

"I will accompany you to Qiming first, and I will go home again to see Grandpa and Dad, but I guess I won't be back tomorrow."

When Ding Cheng returned to Ding's house, he couldn't leave after speaking. It was necessary to stay for one night, which also made him have to tell Qi Ling where he was going.

Qi Ling condensed his eyebrows slightly, and saw Ding Cheng squatted down in front of him. He held Qi Ling's hand before he could put on his gloves, "Wait for you, you can accompany me back home again, okay? "

In fact, Qi Ling's current appearance, he is not willing to take a trip to the Qiming Mansion in this cold weather, but the Qi family was given to Qi Ling by Grandpa Qi, and he couldn't stop Qi Ling from taking back the things that should belong to him. .

"Okay," Qi Ling nodded, his hand turned into a hand that he held Ding Cheng, "Don't rush away for a while, I have something to tell you."

Ding Cheng didn't think much, he nodded, and stared at the hands they held together. He took the gloves with the other hand. He put them on Qi Ling and then put them on himself. He pushed Qi Ling towards Going to the elevator, He Li and others followed.

The important shareholders who came to the top floor of Qiming Group in a month or two gathered together. Most of these people are the principals of the Qi family's side branches, or they have been optimistic about the Qi family’s buying more loose shares. Of investors.

They gathered in threes and threes to talk, and they could feel Qi's posture that the storm was about to come, but compared to Qi Boqiwei, they actually believed in Qi Ling, who was selected by the old family leader of Qi, even though they were young, there were many People lack the vision and determination.

After a few more years of experience, the Qi family will definitely be able to go to the next level in his hands. But such a talented person was jealous of the sky and became a vegetable and could not sleep in the hospital for a long time.

"Everyone, everybody, the time is up, let's go in for the meeting." Qi Bo smiled on his face, extremely formulaic, but his heart is probably much happier than his smile.