The Wealthy Husband

Qi Ling looked at the hands they were holding together naturally, the corners of his mouth raised, his head turned, and he whispered, "You live first..."

"I live with you," Qi Ling said nothing, and Ding Cheng grabbed the words. He clenched Qi Ling's hand, "Where do you live, where I live." They finally lived together | Separated.

Qi Ling saw the firmness in Ding Cheng's eyes, and he pondered for a few minutes, "Well, let's live in our own house first, and wait for the 28th|9th, we will go back to the old house and live for two days. On the first day of the new year, we will come again before you start the machine. Is it okay to live here?"

Because Ding Cheng is not very comfortable with Qi’s house, Qi Ling has already taken care of him as much as possible, but he must go back to the old house on New Year’s Eve, otherwise public opinion from the outside world is likely to spread to Ding Cheng, which he does not want to see, and Ding Cheng wants to follow him, so she can only go back.

"Well, I listen to you," Ding Cheng was satisfied when he saw that he hadn't been left behind. As for Qi Zhai, he was not afraid of him during the day, and if he had Qi Ling to follow at night, he should not be too afraid.

Qi Ling had basically seen him in the most embarrassing way, and Ding Cheng planned to break the jar.

They negotiated and went back to the house to take a shower, then went to the living room downstairs to watch the TV, and then helped with the arrangement of the mourning hall. It was until 9:30 in the evening, when Dingzhai was sleeping. For the juniors, it was their free time. At the beginning, playing games on mobile phones or handling things casually.

Ding Cheng changed his clothes and sat on the sofa to ponder the script seriously. Qi Ling came over with an ice bag and ointment, and turned slightly to Ding Cheng's face, striving to make these traces disappear today.

Ding Cheng glanced at Qi Ling, then looked down at the script. After a while, his expression changed slightly. He raised his eyes to look at Qi Ling, his warm eyes were slightly aggressive, and his voice was deliberately low.

"Qiling, you have to be so obedient forever." The original saying in the script is, Chen Ji, you have to be so obedient forever...

The two looked at each other, and for a moment, Ding Cheng smiled, he hugged Qi Ling's neck, "Why do I think Duanmu Yueren is weird the more I think about it..."

He has an unspeakable possessiveness towards Chen Ji, just hatred will not be like this, perhaps something other than hatred has sprouted from getting along with each other day by day. As for Chen Ji's heartlessness in character design, he is merciful everywhere, and for Duanmu Yueren's trust from beginning to end, simple brotherhood is not so...

The more Ding Cheng thought about it, the more strange he became. He took his eyes back from Qi Ling's face, then glanced at the script, he shook his head, "Ah, I might have been misled by the online CP fan..."

Since it was announced on Wbo that both the drama version and the movie version of "Silence Moon" will be filmed, various CP fans have appeared. Even the male protagonist and the villain behind the scenes also have CP fans. Ding Cheng also saw it when he browsed the information, and watched it. After an analysis of the 4D character, various clues were found to find the truth about their love.

Ding Cheng looked at Qi Ling again, raised his hand and touched Qi Ling's eyebrows and the corners of his eyes, "It's still good..."

The feeling that Qi Ling gave to Ding Cheng is slightly different from before. The previous Qi Ling seemed cold and cold, but he was actually quite paranoid. Now he seems to have escaped a little bit from the paranoia, as if a completely closed door suddenly opened a gap. .

This gap allowed Ding Cheng to see the direction and hope of Zhu Li. No matter what caused Qi Ling's mentality to undergo these changes, Ding Cheng wanted to be grateful.

Ding Cheng’s words were endless, Qi Ling didn’t know what Ding Cheng was talking about, but he hugged Ding Cheng back, and after a while, he directly lifted the person up and walked over to the bed. , Then put people down.

"Work hard here today, let's sleep." He seemed to hear people say that it was not good to be too entertaining, and he was the other unique protagonist in Ding Cheng's life.

"Okay," Ding Cheng replied. He rolled inside, pulled the quilt away for Qi Ling, Qi Ling lay in, and he came close, "It's so warm to sleep like this, I don't know how I got here before..."

Getting accustomed to Qi Ling's body temperature, and then letting Ding Cheng return to his sleep, he guessed that he really had insomnia.

Qi Ling turned to his side, hugged the person, and put a light kiss on Ding Cheng's forehead, hugging him to sleep. Ding Cheng's doubts also brought his doubts. Qi Ling didn't understand why he once felt so firmly that he didn't need anyone's likes.

Early the next morning, relatives from the Jiang family came one after another, as well as a few friends who would have visited in previous years. The atmosphere of worship did not make it very sad. This was purely a memorial, a memorial to Jiang Ziyun.

Although the photos on the desk are black and white, the people inside are beautiful at a glance. Jiang Ziyun has a straightforward personality and is a type that makes it easy to make friends.

After the elders offered incense, it was the turn of the nephews and nephews, and the two worshiped together. Today, there is a Qi Ling and no one is alone.

Ding Cheng and Qi Ling took the incense, then knelt down on the futon together, and the incense was raised over their heads and bowed down.

Ding Cheng looked up at the photo on the case, his eyes showed a little nostalgia, but he once again solemnly introduced to Jiang Ziyun, this is what he didn't dare to say when they came to worship last time.

"Mom, this is Qi Ling, the Qi Ling I have always liked, don't worry, we will be fine."

"Mom, Cheng Cheng and I will have a good time," Qi Ling took Ding Cheng's words, they turned their heads to look at each other, and then continued to bow their heads.

When they bowed down, Ding Hande, old man Ding, followed in their hearts. The change in Qi Ling's attitude toward Ding Cheng was the key to their change|attitude.

And the statement in front of the dead elders is more convincing.

Ding Cheng and Qi Ling got up and stepped aside, and it was the turn of the younger generations of the Jiang family and some of the friends who had come to worship in particular.

After lunch, there were four big tables. In the afternoon, they talked about the old days. Then some people left one after another, including the uncles and aunts and many cousins ​​who had rarely come home.

Qi Ling and Ding Cheng stayed one night and left. After sending away those people, they went back to the house and took a nap.

But when Ding Cheng woke up, Qi Ling was not there, and he was called by Ding Bo to go to Ding's study and talk in it.

Ding Cheng couldn't find anyone when he got up, so he could only wait in the living room close to the study. By the way, he heard his dad say some gossip, which belonged to a certain part of the middle-aged people's hobby.

"Sit closer, let me see..." Ding Hande chatted for a while, and asked Ding Cheng to sit closer. He looked at Ding Cheng's face quite carefully, and his expression was still a bit bad, "Old lady, the move is so heavy... "

"If you should fight back in the future, you will fight back, your father will support you." Ding Hande said coarsely, patted Ding Cheng's shoulder again, and he muttered, "I almost had no face to see you|Mom..."

She left for his precious son, he was beaten under his nose, what face does he have to chat with her.

"It's okay, it won't be anymore," Ding Cheng smiled at Ding Hande. He was completely unprepared for being beaten yesterday. There will be no chance for them to take advantage of this in the future.

Ding Hande nodded reluctantly, and Mrs. Jiang moved his hand. No matter how angry he was, he couldn't do anything to her. Ding Cheng seemed to have no choice but to fight...

"Let me take a call..."

Ding Hande picked up the phone and listened for a while, his expression was a little startled, and then he glanced in the direction of the study weirdly.

Ding Cheng kept looking at Ding Hande, and naturally saw his abnormalities. Seeing Ding Hande hung up the phone, Ding Cheng asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing? It's just that Mrs. Ying was beaten by... the older brother-in-law."

The two uncles of Ding Cheng, who came here this morning, looked like they didn’t know what happened yesterday, but they only returned to Jiang’s house. He slapped Ying Xiulan and called Jiang Xiuyun’s husband. Come and pick the people back.

Obviously, he also found the key to Mrs. Jiang's action on Ding Cheng. Without Jiang Xiuyun's provocation, even if Mrs. Jiang didn't like Ding Cheng, she wouldn't want to do it.

She regarded herself as a wise person, and regarded everyone else as a fool, and this slap was not unjustified.

"Jingjia, tell the guard over there that Mother Jiang Xiuyun will not be allowed to come here in the future..."

Ding Hande squinted his eyes. He didn't find the key when he went crazy yesterday, otherwise he should give Jiang Xiuyun a slap, but he can't do it afterwards, but it will be impossible for her to visit the house in the future. Of it.

Thinking about it, he added again, "There will be a banquet at home in the future, so I don’t need to send her a post..."

"Huh, it should have been like this long ago..." Ding Cheng didn't want him to be able to do any trouble before. Now that he got a slap, he touched his face, and he didn't feel much worth it, but he didn't need to be slapped again in the future. , Always happy.

"When relatives come and go, don't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha... You don't need to look at the face of the Buddha in the future."

Ding Hande rubbed Ding Cheng’s hair again to soothe his possible grievances. He glanced at the study and defended himself, “In fact, it’s mainly your grandfather’s meaning. It's easy to suffer..."

The mother and daughter of Jiang Xiuyun are the obstacles that Elder Ding left Ding Cheng, but now these obstacles are getting worse and need to be cleared.

"Well," Ding Cheng replied, barely accepting such a reason.

"By the way, what did grandfather talk to Qi Ling, how can I say that for so long..." Not counting his sleep time, he has sat here to talk with Ding Hande for more than half an hour, unless it is official, usually chatting is not so good. Long.

"I don't know..." Ding Hande shook his head, waved to the servant, and immediately brought up a plate of Ding Cheng's favorite pastries. There was something to eat, so the waiting time wouldn't be too long.

Qi Ling has been in the study of Old Man Ding. Before dinner, Ding Cheng knocked on the door for a reason. The people talking inside felt that time had passed so long.

"Hahaha, you have a good idea!" Old man Ding patted Qi Ling's shoulder, and then his voice narrowed. Qi Ling nodded and motioned for him to open the door. Ding Cheng, who was listening hard at the door, also came in.

"After dinner, I'll call you," Ding Cheng said, looking at Old Man Ding's face. He seemed to hear his grandfather laugh. Old Man Ding hasn't laughed all these years, but such a loud laugh is definitely not the point. countable.

But what he didn't do, Qi Ling actually did it.

Ding Cheng quietly gave Qi Ling a thumbs up, and then went to help Mr. Ding.

After they ate, Ding Cheng moved chess from the study. He and Old Man Ding, Qi Ling and Ding Hande had lost and won. After playing for almost three hours, the four talents still lost their minds.

Ding Cheng nodded to Qi Ling, and the two smiled tacitly, and then went back upstairs hand in hand.

After returning this time, Qi Ling's height in Ding's family has risen a lot. In time, maybe they can become real family members.

Early the next morning, Qi Ling first sent Ding Cheng to Qin Feng for class, and then he went to Qiming Building.

Ding Cheng entered the dance studio with a small package of clothes. Qin Feng also came in soon, but he didn't directly ask Ding Cheng to practice as soon as he came in as he did in the past. Instead, he opened his face and stared at Ding Cheng.

Ding Cheng blinked and didn't understand what happened to Qin Feng. He turned his head and started practicing basic skills.

Qin Feng continued to walk over with his arms in his arms. He squinted his eyes, "The beat is missed, and the breathing hasn't been adjusted properly. What do I teach you on weekdays?"

Qin Feng said that he didn't want to look at Ding Cheng's overly innocent expression. He walked over and turned on the music. It was the song that Ding Cheng gave to Qi Ling that night.

Ding Cheng's cheeks turned red when he touched it. He never expected that his dancing like a peacock would be seen by the teacher who taught him to dance, but Qin Feng didn't seem to be dissatisfied with him dancing in the ballroom, but dissatisfied. He didn't jump well.

"Yes, I... jump again for you."

Then Ding Cheng danced this dance all morning, until Qin Feng couldn't find any major problems.

Of course, his dance in the ballroom has not yet passed. Before he left Qin Feng's room after class, he saw Su Ya waiting for him outside. This time, Ding Cheng guessed why Su Ya was waiting for him. coming.

Ding Cheng got in the car. He first explained the situation. After explaining the ins and outs clearly, Ding Cheng defended himself, "I cover my face, and video equipment is not allowed in that dance hall. I should... have not caused trouble, right?"

"That's because you haven't appeared in front of the big screen yet, otherwise do you think it is enough to cover your face?" The sharp eyes of those paparazzi are beyond Ding Cheng's imagination.

Su Ya's face was very serious, but Ding Cheng's frank attitude was not bad. He glanced over there and asked Ding Cheng to continue to reflect. He took him to eat something good, and by the way, they went to the studio for a circle. Son.

"This is Li Tuanming and Song Yuan, both assistants for you."

Su Ya first introduced Ding Cheng. He had already told the assistants of a man and a woman about Ding Cheng's situation.

"Hello, Mr. Ding," Li Tuanming and Song Yuan don't seem to be very young, especially Song Yuan in their early twenties, but they all seem to be in line with Su Ya's call for recruitment, not the kind of things that will come.

"Hello," Ding Cheng shook hands with them and smiled at them again. Then Su Ya took him to another room and saw an acquaintance.

"Zhuang Le, your exclusive makeup artist," Su Ya said, and then nodded with Zhuang Le.

"Ding Cheng, I will show you more in the future." Makeup artist Zhuang Le shrugged, his tone of voice was more casual, but Ding Cheng's eyes were not the same as before. He and the two assistants had been told in advance that the real boss of this studio was actually It's Ding Cheng himself.

And there are backers behind it, and they will only be notified when the time is right.

Zhuang Leken promised Su Ya. It was purely the excitement of the last time. The various crews changed. Although he could receive a lot of interesting jobs, he had no backstage. Everyone dared to step on him, but Zhuang Le was not like that. Kind of character that is willing to step on.

Ding Cheng’s driver and bodyguard are still served by Dong Meng, but his salary will be paid by the studio in the future. Ding Cheng and Su Ya are more assured of the people sent by Qiling.

"Everyone gets used to it in the studio for a few days. The 23rd is a holiday, and the sixth day of the day is officially in for work."

Su Ya announced the holiday arrangements that had been discussed with Ding Cheng in advance. Li Tuanming and Song Yuan were new recruits and behaved implicitly. Zhuang Le applauded directly.

You can take another four or five days of work, and you can take two weeks off. Pay as you go, and you can get red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. Such good things are rare.

After a brief meeting, Su Ya assigned some work to them. Song Yuan followed Ding Cheng to class first, and Li Tuanming stayed to help Su Ya.

Zhuang Le is responsible for formulating Ding Cheng's recipe, fitness plan, maintenance plan and so on. In addition to being a makeup artist, he is also a nutritionist. Everything is done in an orderly manner, waiting for the official start of work in the next year.

"Mr. Ding..."

"Just call me Ding Cheng. If you don't understand, you can ask me directly." Ding Cheng glanced at Song Yuan, who was a little nervous. He nodded to her to soothe her, and then took the initiative to talk about his habits. Nod and write down.

Her character is not very ostentatious, but she is still doing things neatly. It is estimated that this is what made Su Ya choose her.

Two days later, Ding Cheng's course on Qin Feng's side officially ended. There was no need to go there every day, but he had to report the practice situation to him. Zhou Nan's class was also suspended, but he also assigned a lot of homework to Ding Cheng.

This year, it is impossible for Ding Cheng to completely let go and play like before, but it will be even more impossible in the future.

When the matter on his side was over, Qi Ling could not stop like him. For several days, he had been in meetings since he was in the company, and the conferences continued to be small. Ding Cheng came to the company and basically could only read books on his own. He didn't go with him in the next two days and studied at home by himself.

On the twenty-eighth lunar calendar, only three days before the New Year, Qi Ling and Ding Cheng arrived by car to the Qi family’s old house.

Qi Ling patted Ding Cheng's hand as a comfort. Ding Cheng looked around, then held Qi Ling's hand tightly, "I'm not afraid of this in broad daylight..."

But the point is that he and Qi Ling had to spend the night in the old house for three days, no more, no less, which happened to be the time when he came to live in Qi’s house after his last marriage.

Ding Cheng's appearance is very cute, Qi Ling's feeling of depression suddenly disappeared, he stretched out his hand and pressed Ding Cheng's head to his shoulder, "Take a rest, I will call you when I get there."

"Well," Ding Cheng blinked and leaned obediently against Qi Ling's shoulder. The smile on his face that had been reluctantly became natural. He gently rubbed his forehead against the side of Qi Ling's neck and slowly closed his eyes. On, I was just resting, but I didn't expect to fall asleep.

He was dragged by Qi Ling sleepy-eyed to Qi Ling's room in Qi Zhai, he rolled directly into the quilt, and he sat up again for a while.

"Would you like to sleep for a while?" Qi Ling was quite familiar with Ding Cheng's sleepy state of trance. He sat down, rubbed Ding Cheng's hair, and asked softly.

In the past few days, Ding Cheng studied at home by herself, but he worked harder and used all the time in the evening. For the first role in the first TV series, Ding Cheng actually valued it very much.

"Then you accompany me to sleep?" Ding Cheng asked subconsciously. He looked directly at Qi Ling, the expectation in his eyes without concealment.

Qi Ling pondered for a moment, he nodded, "Okay, I'll accompany you." Even if something happened, it was not too late to accompany Ding Cheng to bed.

When Qi Ling and Ding Cheng came back to the old house, it was naturally the housekeeper Wang Dan and the servant who came in, but he sent Qi Ling Ding Cheng to the bedroom door, and waited for more than an hour before the two came out of the room.

The gloomy feeling in Wang Dan's heart was more intense than when he learned that Qi Ling had moved out and Ding Cheng lived, his complexion was somber, and he had to straighten out his attitude.

"Sir and Madam, what do you want for lunch, I will let the kitchen prepare."

"Simple dishes are good, Qi Ling and I don't choose," Ding Cheng glanced at the Qi family steward who had a vague impression. He agreed, then pulled Qi Ling around him and continued downstairs.

"Take me around..." He is familiar with it, and maybe he doesn't need to stick to Qi Ling all the time. He is also afraid that he will be too embarrassing to make Qi Ling dislike him.

Qi Ling seemed to see Ding Cheng’s worry. He raised his hand and rubbed Ding Cheng’s hair. When he retracted his hand, his fingertips gently swept Ding Cheng’s eyebrows. The two looked at each other, and then suddenly looked back together. It seems to be electric.

In a moment, Qi Ling took Ding Cheng's hand and pulled him out of the living room. They first strolled around the sunny outer courtyard.

The Qi House was built after the burnt down of the old palace on the original site, with pavilions, towers and pavilions, and quiet paths. The real old-fashioned house is completely different from the western style of Ding’s house.

It's just that in terms of appearance, the rooms inside the building have nothing less than the decoration style and modern equipment.

After all, Qi Ling has lived here for almost 20 years. His temperament is quite in line with the architecture here. Ding Cheng is a little out of place. He glanced back and saw that no one was following them. He gently held Qi Ling's hand.

"It's pretty here, but there are too few people..."

In the old mansion, there were mostly maids and servants. Now in the old mansion, he can see seven or eight before and after. Many places they walked are directly locked. This place is too realistic and has a strong sense of age. Ding Cheng estimates that some of the buildings in the studios are incomparable.

"Where did you often play before?" Ding Cheng asked. He is actually very curious about the things about Qiling, but he knows how to measure and where the emotional boundaries are. He has to wait until he should know before asking, just like now so.

Qi Ling heard the words, and then took Ding Cheng around a bend, and they came to the most beautiful place in Qi's house, its garden, even in winter, the view of this garden is still amazing.

Ding Cheng watched for a while, and Qi Ling took him away again. It was just passing by. They walked around behind the garden and passed by a small garden, only to see a very small building, like a pavilion, but underneath it there was another small building. A small house.

"I used to read here often," Qi Ling took Ding Cheng around to the back of the house, only to see a wooden ladder. They climbed up, there were only two wooden piers. They sat down and touched their knees. Ding Cheng couldn't help but smile.

"It's hiding here, right?" This remote, probably couldn't find Qi Ling for dinner.

However, Ding Cheng’s smile faded quickly. Qi’s house was already deserted and quiet enough. Qi Ling wanted to find a quieter place to read. Without asking, he knew that Qi Ling was not much happy here. Time.

"It's not bad here," Ding Cheng nodded, and then he leaned a little bit, hugged Qi Ling, and put his chin on his shoulders. He held Qi Ling like this, as if he could also hold him to hide here alone. Looks like a little Qi Ling who reads a book.

Qi Ling's hand slowly lifted, he hugged Ding Cheng back, and a little relief appeared on his calm face. He lightly followed Ding Cheng's back. They didn't speak any more, they just hugged and leaned back. It is more than a thousand speechless.