The Wealthy Husband

Su Ya didn't make a decision right away. He looked at Ding Cheng carefully again, and saw his toes from Ding Cheng's hair. In terms of appearance, Ding Cheng was not the best he had seen, but it was also superior.

The most important thing is that he can let Qi Ling's secretary Wang Hai come to him, with Qi behind Ding Cheng, which can save a lot of trouble. He chose Ding Cheng and Qi Ling's vision.

Su Ya stood up, "I can sign the contract, but I want to add a condition."

"You said," Ding Cheng also stood up, Su Ya chose that he was betting, and Ding Cheng was also betting.

"I can only have 10% of the shares in the new studio, but I require absolute decision-making power within five years."

In other words, Su Ya decides what advertisements and scripts Ding Cheng will accept in the future. As a price, he can reduce Ding Cheng's benefits from 15% to 10%, and the value of this share will increase in the future.

Su Ya is quite confident, Ding Cheng and his background basically meet his requirements, but in fact he believes more in himself, otherwise he would not require absolute decision-making power in the past five years.

Ding Cheng met Su Ya's gaze, and he thought about it a little, "I will give you 20% of the shares, three years of absolute decision-making power, five years is too long..."

Ding Cheng could almost predict that Su Ya would not allow him to expose his relationship with Qi Ling, so five years was too long for him.

Su Ya's pupils shrank slightly, her eyes and her aura were sharp for an instant, but Ding Cheng's eyes were too clean and he didn't see anything. Too clean is not good, and ambition and timidity are hard to see. Knowing Ding Cheng is easy to be fooled by him.

"Yes," Su Ya nodded in response. He could afford to lose in three years, so he could start all over again.

Ding Cheng heard that a little smile appeared on his face, "Allen, trust me, you won't regret it."

In order to stand up and to avenge those who betrayed him, Su Ya was desperate. Although Ding Cheng didn't have these worries, he still had a lot of determination to become famous.

He wanted Qi Ling to see him anytime and anywhere. Hearing him, Yang Chen's level seemed not enough. The power of hatred is strong, and the power of cuteness is not inferior.

"Wait a while, I will ask Wang Hai and Lawyer Chen to send over the contract, and we can sign it now."

The presence of an agent like Su Ya can save Ding Cheng a lot of things. The contract is signed, and then Ding Cheng puts all his savings from childhood to large into the studio. He can't ask for it from the Ding family, Qi Ling Over there, he didn't plan to ask for it either.

But his savings of three or four million were still not enough. After Su Ya left, Ding Cheng called Lu Ming.

"What?" Lu Ming's voice was raised, and he couldn't believe that Ding Cheng did all these important things when he didn't know it. "You actually signed Su Ya..."

Lu Ming was surprised. After a few seconds, he made a decision, "I have five million yuan in my hand. I will transfer it to you in a while." Only Su Ya was still not enough. Lu Ming put all the remaining money in. He also believed in Ding Cheng and the aura in him.

"I, Lu Ming, will have a star buddy soon."

Lu Ming chuckled. He didn't worry about Ding Cheng entering the entertainment circle. Not only Ding's family but also Qi Ling was behind him. With them escorting in secret, Ding Cheng's road would obviously be much smoother.

"It's still early," Ding Cheng smiled, still moved by his trust in Lu Ming, but if Lu Ming were to call him this call, he would also take out all his money.

Ding Cheng won’t say any more words of thanks. Lu Ming is a foodie and can only repay him with what he eats, “I’ll invite you to dinner later.”

"Don't look back, I bought vegetables and went to your house in a while. The photos you posted last time didn't make me greedy..." Lu Ming hung up the phone when he said that. .

The skills Ding Cheng told Su Ya before also included cooking. After living alone for two years, Ding Cheng's cooking skills were definitely higher than that of ordinary women and men.

Ding Cheng shook his head, put the phone down, turned around, and saw that Qi Ling had arrived at the door of the conference hall at some point.

Ding Cheng stepped forward and squatted in front of Qi Ling. He glanced at Qi Ling's hand and looked at it. He stretched out his hand and held Qi Ling's hand. "Wang Hai told you, Su Ya. Already signed with me."

"Well," Qi Ling nodded. He had read the contract before Ding Cheng and Su Ya signed it.

"Why don't you want my money?" Qi Ling asked directly without making a roundabout test, which also means that he heard the conversation between Ding Cheng and Lu Ming. He was by Ding Cheng, but Ding Cheng went to borrow money from his friends...

"I want your money, are you willing to count interest with me?" Lu Ming is willing to do this. They are friends, but they are only friends. When the calculation is clear, it must be clear.

But Qi Ling and him, Ding Cheng didn't want to make it so clear, so he didn't want to use Qi Ling's money directly, but simply don't use Qi Ling's money at all.

"Also, I said I want to raise you. You promised me, did you forget?" Ding Cheng said with a slightly bent mouth. The "good" that Qi Ling responded to at the time was not just a promise to him. We lived in a residential apartment together, and still agreed to let him raise.

When he thinks about it now, he can't help but want to have fun, "Don't worry, I won't try my best, I will definitely look for you if I need it."

Ding Cheng said that he raised his hand and stroked Qi Ling's cheek, but before the touched Qi Ling blushed, Ding Cheng blushed first, and his eyes became watery, just like the person touched. It's like him.

Qi Ling continued to ponder for a few minutes before he nodded, "Okay."

This is Ding Cheng's habit of dealing with things, and it is also Ding Cheng's choice. He is more concerned than he thought. This is a bit beyond Qi Ling's expectations.

Qi Ling turned his head slightly, and his lips rubbed Ding Cheng's palm. Ding Cheng seemed to be scalded to the point, and then he retracted his hand.

A little smile slipped in Qi Ling's eyes, and his voice eased a lot, "Everything is all right, let's go home."

"Yeah," Ding Cheng replied softly, blinking and blinking, he got up and walked behind Qi Ling, so that he suppressed the strong urge to kiss Qi Ling.

Ding Cheng's thoughts were still clear, so that the kiss before and the urge to clamor in his mind were all disturbed, and he also forgot about Lu Ming's purchase of vegetables and coming home.

The car stopped in the garage, Ding Cheng and Qi Ling went upstairs, and He Li returned to his own residence. He would come to pick up Qi Ling to go to work at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Before that, both belonged to Ding Cheng and Qi Ling.

"We live on the twentieth floor. This is our home in 2001."

Ding Cheng pointed to Qi Ling, then stepped forward to press his fingerprints and opened the door, but instead of pushing Qi Ling in directly, he pushed Qi Ling in front of the fingerprint lock and entered Qi Ling's fingerprints. Go inside.

He closed the door, pushed Qi Ling to the living room, and then put out all the fruit snacks for Qi Ling, and then he began to pack things. When they were in the Qiming Building, he asked He Li to go back to Qi’s house and clean up for Qi Ling. Some things have come, Ding Cheng is now arranging them.

He tidied up with a smile on his face. If he could still live by singing, he would definitely be so beautiful that he wanted to hum, but it would destroy his image in Qi Ling's heart, and he resisted the urge to sing in time.

Happiness is very easy to infect people, especially Ding Cheng's rather simple happiness.

Qi Ling drank a mouthful of water, and a little smile appeared on his face. He looked at it and saw that it was indeed different from the old house. The furnishings were very warm, and there was even a place to sun and drink tea.

Noting Qi Ling's sight, Ding Cheng stepped forward, opened the curtains, and the sun shone in. At the same time, there was a space in front of the huge glass, a semi-outdoor swimming pool, with light blue water waves rippling. It looks very clean and comfortable.

"You can't swim right now, but you can watch me swim, do you want to see?" Ding Cheng looked at Qi Ling blankly, and the anger hidden in his heart could hardly be hidden.

Show Qi Ling his muscles, his figure, he must be fascinated by him.

The more Ding Cheng thinks about it, the more rippling, but his sight of Qi Ling, the little spouts full of anger, "pouch", they all disappeared, "Wait, when there is a chance, I'll show it to you."

When the words fell, he turned around, took some toiletries, and hurriedly walked to the bathroom of the master bedroom, and at the same time he subconsciously locked the door.

Oh, what is this saying. He is the most virtuous and virtuous, loyal and unswerving, Qi Ling will not misunderstand him.

Ding Cheng looked at his sullen appearance in the mirror, sighed lightly, and continued to pack his things. When he was done, he left the bathroom, then out of the master bedroom, and into the living room, only to find that Lu Ming was carrying a lot of things, even Looked awkwardly.

"Orange..." Lu Ming's grievance was transmitted to Ding Cheng's brain waves for a second. He blamed Ding Cheng for not telling him in advance that he abducted Qi Ling home.

Affected by Ding Cheng's constant counsel, this suddenly made him use Qi Ling as a light bulb, and he was also a little scared.

"Let it go, let it go, I'll cook it in a while."

Ding Cheng received it, but he couldn't send Lu Ming away like that. He missed a hundred secrets, thinking of everything he had to prepare, but forgot their food. Lu Ming came just right, he couldn't leave Qi Ling hungry. NS.

Ding Cheng continued to open the curtains around the room and the door to ventilate. This was considered clean. He sat next to Qi Ling, drank half a glass of water, then stuffed some fruit into his mouth, and quickly chewed a few swallows. Down.

He tilted his head to look at Qi Ling, his speech slowed down, and his expression was obviously softer, "You talk to Lu Ming and I will cook. My cooking skills are not bad, and I am a little worse than Zhang Ma."

Ding Cheng raised his tail from time to time, and he almost couldn't hide it in front of Qi Ling. He finished speaking without consciously, then nodded to Lu Ming, mentioned the meat and vegetables he bought, and went to the kitchen.

Fortunately, the last time he came back to pack up, he sent someone over in time, including condiments including oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Ding Cheng put on an apron and became the most handsome cook in a second.

The kitchen door is made of glass. Sitting in the living room with Qi Ling and Lu Ming, they can also see Ding Cheng's busy back. Normally, it is impossible to see such a beautiful young man with such a heart-warming smell of fireworks.