The Wealthy Husband - Chapter 15

Su Ya also got out of the corner, he took the initiative to smile at Ding Cheng, and then patted Ding Cheng on the shoulder again, “Let’s go, go back and talk.”

Su Ya only watched Ding Cheng’s performance and couldn’t judge anything, but he had already seen what he wanted to see from Ding Cheng’s performance, that was enough, and the other things were not so important for the time being.

Ding Cheng nodded and smiled at the female assistant who sent them out, and they drove away from the audition place.

“Do you think Duanmu Yueren hates or loves Chen Ji?”

There are a lot of such controversies on the Internet, but Su Ya suddenly wanted to hear Ding Cheng’s thoughts.

“Not at all, he can’t hate and love, but he wants Chen Ji to remember him forever.” To remember him with this unforgettable killing|slaughter and blood, this is Duanmu Yueren’s love and hatred. .

Ding Cheng was silent for a while. He sighed softly and remembered last night’s dream. In his dream, Duanmu Yueren and Qi Ling almost overlapped, so Ding Cheng liked this character very much, but he was afraid that he would like it too.

Thinking of Qi Ling, Ding Cheng immediately opened the small bag and took out the mobile phone. After silence, Qi Ling didn’t call him or send him a message.

“Perhaps,” Su Ya nodded when he heard the words. After all, he was a virtual character. Now the original author can’t answer them. It doesn’t matter to Su Ya whether the answer is correct or not. What’s important is that he sees it in Ding Cheng. This kind of very spiritual acting.

The word “spirituality” is used to describe Ding Cheng’s acting skills because his acting experience is too thin. He has grasped the gods, but in some aspects he doesn’t know the skills and still can’t show it in front of the camera.

However, compared with the former, the latter can be supplemented by acquired learning, and the former is also more rare, and it can be said that it is hard to find. The luck he told Qin Feng before, it seemed that it was really luck.

“From tomorrow, I will pick you up to class, in the morning talent class, afternoon performing arts class.” Su Ya parked the car in front of the Qiming Building, then turned around and said to Ding Cheng.

“Okay,” Ding Cheng nodded. He also knew where his shortcomings were. He smiled at Su Ya and grabbed his backpack in the back seat and got out of the car. He watched Su Ya leave before he turned around.

“It’s only half past four, Qi Ling should be still busy…” Ding Cheng didn’t go into the Qiming Building, but turned on the phone to navigate and found a larger supermarket nearby, where he went to buy groceries.

With him in his Qi Ling, he will definitely not fall into the situation where Duanmu Yueren is so discouraged and actively seeking death.

After reading the whole novel, Ding Cheng felt that Duanmu Yueren’s last flaws could not have been accidental. The most likely reason was that he had gotten revenge, was discouraged, asked for death, and could abuse him again by the way. main character.

He was ruthless and free and easy, which Ding Cheng couldn’t learn. He didn’t have that kind of ruthlessness, and he didn’t have that kind of free and easy, but these Qi Ling had…

Ding Cheng knocked on his head, consciously a little deeper into the play, how could he always cover Qi Ling.

“Grandpa Zhang, you send someone to send some medicinal materials for Grandma Zhang’s soup to the security room of my residence. I will take them when I go back later. Um… Thank you Grandpa Zhang.”

Ding Cheng hung up the phone and continued to pick ingredients and fruits. He wandered around most of the supermarket, and the shopping cart was almost full. An hour later, he walked into the Qiming Building with two large bags of things.

“Your president ordered the takeaway, tell He Li my surname is Ding.”

Ding Cheng’s appearance with a peaked cap really doesn’t look like a little brother who delivers food. The little girl at the front desk made a suspicious call, but it didn’t take long for He Li to come down and pick it up in person. What kind of delivery staff is this? This is obviously for VIP guests. manner.

“Thanks for your hard work, is Qi Ling in a meeting?” He Li came to mention it. Ding Cheng didn’t argue with him, so he asked him to mention it, but he also asked Qi Ling about it. It was half past five. It’s almost time to get off work.

“No, sir is in the office,” He Li carried Ding Cheng all the way to Qi Ling’s office. He turned to put the things in the cubicle first.

Ding Cheng looked back at He Li’s back, who obviously didn’t want to enter the office. He looked a little puzzled, but still opened the door.

“Get out!” Qi Ling said coldly without lifting his head, changing to Wang Haiheli and others must have quit immediately.

But Ding Cheng’s action of pushing the door only stopped, and he continued to push forward, and then slowly closed the door.

He took a deep breath and walked towards Qi Ling step by step. His eyes and posture didn’t mean to waver. If Qi Ling yelled at him, he wouldn’t go out.

“Ding Cheng…it’s you,” Qi Ling frowned slightly. He knew that his emotions were a little out of control, but he soon eased his expression, although the ease was hard to see.

When Qi Ling was wondering how to explain, Ding Cheng also came in front of him, and then Ding Cheng bent down, he put his face to Qi Ling’s complexion, smiled lightly, and he squatted in front of Qi Ling, he looked first After looking at Qi Ling’s feet, he raised his hand and grabbed Qi Ling’s left hand.

“When do you get off work? I’ll wait for you to go home.”

There seems to be no need to say what Qi Ling has to explain after a bunch of things stuck in his throat. Qi Ling looked at the time and said, “Ten more minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you over there,” Ding Cheng responded, letting go of Qi Ling’s hand, he stood up, stepped back and sat down on the sofa, with the faint smile on his mouth, that is Qi Ling who is extremely knowledgeable. Ling also couldn’t see the reluctance of Ding Cheng’s smile.

“I just…I was not angry at you.” Qi Ling picked up the pen and spoke again, but he was still talking to Ding Cheng. Some things seem unnecessary, but he should say.

“Well, I know,” Ding Cheng nodded, the smile on his mouth was still there, and his eyes curled. Ding Cheng’s eyes are pretty beautiful, and they look even better when they laugh.

Qi Ling’s eyes also overflowed with a little relief. He picked up the document, quickly signed the name, and processed several documents one after another. He closed the pen cover and put it aside, and Ding Cheng, who had been watching him, walked over again.

“Look, is there anything left?” Ding Cheng helped Qi Ling clean up together, and asked Qi Ling to check it again before leaving.

“No,” Qi Ling stretched out his hand and gently held Ding Cheng’s hand, “Let’s go home.”

Ding Cheng didn’t answer any more words. He pushed Qi Ling out of the office. He Li over there brought two bags of things Ding Cheng bought to keep up. They got in the car and went all the way to the basement of the community. The car was quiet.

But this kind of silence is no longer the kind of depression that He Li and Wang Hai felt before, but a very relaxed silence. Ding Cheng turned his head and leaned on Qi Ling’s shoulder, with his eyes closed, just like that. Lean all the way.

“How about the audition?” Qi Ling asked Ding Cheng when he entered the elevator, but in fact he wanted to ask about it a long time ago, but Ding Cheng seemed to be tired, so he didn’t speak.

“I don’t know the result yet, but Su Ya should give me news in the evening.”

Ding Cheng has almost forgotten the audition. He now wants to know the reason for Qi Ling’s anger, but it is probably a bit difficult for Qi Ling to take the initiative to tell him.

“I came back early, so I went shopping first, and I’ll make soup for you in a while.”

Ding Cheng pushed Qi Ling into the living room, He Li put his things down, and at the same time Ding Cheng also asked him to run to the security room. He not only brought me the medicine, but also a box of Zhang Ma’s specialty snacks. Ding Cheng divided He Li. Part of the dim sum, He Licai drove away from the community.

“You pad your belly first, I’ll cook rice, soon.”

Ding Cheng opened the food box to Qi Ling, and he took two bags of things and went to the kitchen.

But within a moment, Qi Ling pushed the wheelchair and followed him. He wrapped a few snacks in a paper towel. It was obvious that he had come to feed Ding Cheng.

After clarifying Qi Ling’s intentions, Ding Cheng’s cheeks blushed first, and then he squatted down obediently to cooperate with Qi Ling’s feeding.

“It’s so sweet, it’s delicious,” Ding Cheng took a bite out of the whole snack.

Afterwards, he took the initiative to take the remaining piece of snack in Qi Ling’s hand, broke it in half, and sent the half to Qi Lingzui, and the half paused slightly before putting it back into Qi Ling’s hands, without the intention being too obvious.

However, Qi Ling cooperated with Ding Cheng to feed him the half again, and this sweet snack, which was originally sweet enough, became even sweeter after this point. In short, Ding Cheng’s whole heart was warmed.

“Wait, I’ll be fine soon.”

He got up to wash the vegetables and stir-fry, his feet were brisk, his expression was bright, and he seemed to be really unaffected by Qi Ling’s emotions before.

And Qi Ling didn’t leave the kitchen either. He tilted his body slightly to one side and looked up at Ding Cheng’s back. No one knew what he was thinking, except for Qi Ling himself, but one thing was certain. He was thinking about peace. Something about Ding Cheng, in other words, he was thinking about Ding Cheng.

Ding Cheng looked back at Qi Ling occasionally. His focus was on cooking. The more Qi Ling looked at him, the better he would perform, but he couldn’t lose the cooking skills that could grab Qi Ling’s stomach.

An hour later, the rice, ribs stew, and side dishes were ready, and there was a low-fire stewed pork knuckle soup on the tongtai, which was reserved for them as a supper.

Ding Cheng rushed down this day and was already very hungry. He ate by himself and never forgot to pick up vegetables for Qi Ling. After making sure that Qi Ling was full, he swept all the rest of the food.

“Don’t eat too much for dinner,” Qi Ling saw that Ding Cheng had eaten so much, and was a little worried that he would accumulate food, but I have to say that Ding Cheng’s cooking skills are really good, and it can make people feel happy, and this effect It also worked for him.

“I will run two more laps in a while,” Ding Cheng put down his chopsticks, Qi Ling smiled, and then he got up to clean up the dining table and kitchen. Qi Ling pushed behind Ding Cheng like a wheelchair. He seemed to have a soft spot for a little tail like this.

After a proper rest after dinner, Ding Cheng really ran a few more laps. After running, he called Jiang Suwen to make an appointment for Qi Ling’s review, and then called home to greet Mr. Ding and Ding Hande.

And when he said this, Qi Ling was also sitting beside him, and he was reading like last night.

Ding Cheng hung up the phone, he turned his head to look towards Qi Ling, and glanced at the book he was reading. It was all in English, but it was not an economics treatise, but an English novel “A Tale of Two Cities”.

“Grandpa asked us to go home for dinner on the weekend,” Ding Cheng said as he squeezed forward and watched with Qi Ling.