He is really fragrant after marrying a wealthy actor

"How does TA like you?"

The deep dome is dotted with endless stars, and the sound of cicadas rises and falls like the tide, submerging and floating people.

His vision was a little fuzzy, and it seemed that he could see the man's superior jaw line covered under the dark black mask, which gradually overlapped with the face that always appeared in the hot search topics, which always made people unable to take their eyes off.

At this moment, Gu Ling even thought wildly, there shouldn't be such a perspective when taking pictures, right?If you take a picture of this angle...

stop.

What is he thinking?

Gu Ling came back to his senses. Although the scene and atmosphere had been enhanced to the extreme, his rationality told him that he had no time to enjoy romance.

He suddenly felt that his limbs were so stiff that they were not his own, and immediately struggled crazily like clockwork, trying to jump out of Qi Che's arms.

A low-pitched and cool order came down from above: "Don't move."

Gu Ling froze for a second reflexively.

At this second, his five senses seemed to be sharpened several times immediately, and the faint smell of snow mint herbal cologne on Qi Che's body almost enveloped him unreservedly, as if he was covered under the wings of a giant dragon. Down, no escape.

His hand accidentally touched Qi Che's chest, but it immediately bounced away like an electric shock. He even felt that he could touch the man's heartbeat rhythm and thin muscle lines, and everything was magnified extremely clearly.

Gu Ling subconsciously held his breath, only to feel that the blood all over his body was rushing up, and his cheeks were burning.

However, after only a second of sluggishness, Gu Ling immediately reacted and struggled harder again.

How could it not move! !That's no longer fish on the chopping board! !

After struggling for a long time, Gu Ling watched in shock as Qi Che's expression remained calm, his breathing was not disturbed, and he was walking on the established path safely, without even blinking his eyelashes.

Even though Gu Ling exerted all his strength, his tall and straight upper body didn't even shake much, and his two arms were still solid and stable under his own struggle.

It looks tall and thin, it seems that there is only a proper layer of thin muscles, although the skeleton is broad, it is not a big guy at all...

Why so much strength? ?

Struggling to no avail, Gu Ling felt a trace of despair from the bottom of his heart, and simply buried his face in Qi Che's chest, hoping that no passer-by would see his face, after all, the face is gone, and there is still face to be had...

Gao Lin, who was waiting by the car in the far corner, opened his mouth into an O shape. Seeing that Gu Ling in Qi Che's arms even buried his face in it, his mouth widened a bit.

Gao Lin covered his face, put on an affectation of "Oh, I'm sorry to see", secretly peeking through the gaps between his fingers.

Gu Ling was thrown into the back seat of the car, moved his position and curled up in a corner.Through the car window, he saw the curb on which he was sitting just now. In this distance of about ten meters, his feet obviously did not touch the ground.

So how did he come here? Gu Ling fell into a trance for a while, not daring to recall at all.

There were bursts of heat in the base of the ear, presumably this posture close to lying down caused the gravity to play a role, and the blood flowed back like this...

Qi Che went around to the other side and got into the car.

Gao Lin calmed down on the co-pilot, thinking that this is a rare sight in the world, after all, he has never seen Princess Qi Che hug anyone.

"Ms. Qi, I think if you are willing to take on idol dramas, you must be dead." Gao Lin said with a chuckle, "Look at the strength of this boyfriend, I thought you didn't know what a princess hug is..."

Qi Che raised his eyes: "A princess hug?"

There was a hint of doubt in his tone.

Gao Lin: "..."

It turned out that I really didn't know.

So what was that just now, by instinct?That's really the level of God stuffing idol drama food into his mouth.

Gu Ling shrank aside, and every time he heard the word "princess hug", his teeth chattered.

Gao Lin was thinking about how to persuade Qi Che to accept an idol drama to benefit the fans, and said, "Yes, just now it was the legendary princess hug. Speaking of which, Mr. Gu is quite in your arms..."

Gu Ling let out an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" position and covered his ears: "Okay, don't say any more."

Gao Lin chuckled, "Okay, okay."

The subtext is "I understand".

Qi Che said lightly, disapprovingly: "That will save effort."

Gu Ling: "..."

Save effort.

Gu Ling insulted silently at the side.

You only care about saving effort or not, have you ever thought about how I feel, no, you only care about yourself!

Gu Ling was very unconvinced. After thinking about it, he attributed the reason why he didn't struggle down to the fact that he was not in a good state and lacked strength.

The car was slowly turned on, and beams of light from the street lamps entered the car, one on and one off.

Qi Che turned his head slightly, and saw Gu Ling's head resting against the edge of the car window, looking very listless, the blood on his fair cheeks and ears hadn't completely faded, and there was still a subtle blush.

Even the little mole under his eyes was redder and more flamboyant.

Looking down, the large dark red scratch on the white and slender arm became more and more shocking.

Qi Che withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "Changed to the hospital."

Gao Lin said "Ah?", "What's wrong?"

Gu Ling glanced gloatingly at it, and found a chance to win it back: "Did you dodge your waist?"

Qi Che glanced at him lightly, ignoring the ambiguity in his tone, and said calmly, "I'm taking you to the hospital."

Gu Ling suddenly lost his temper.

He curled up listlessly again, the bruise on his arm was stabbing and irritating.

"No need." Gu Ling refused disapprovingly, "It's just a little skin trauma, just go back and apply some medicine, why go to the hospital."

Gao Lin turned his head and looked back: "Mr. Gu is injured? Where is the injury?"

He stretched his neck and looked left and right, and when he saw the faint light coming in from the car window, he immediately yelled: "My God!! Oh God!! How did this hurt so much!!"

Gu Ling: "?"

He silently covered the wound on his arm, Gao Lin's reaction made him suspect that his arm was broken instead of a scratch.

It has to be a bone fracture at the level of bloody blood.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Gao Lin said anxiously to the driver, "Go to Dr. Zhang, I'll call him for a visit..."

Gu Ling urgently stopped: "No, I'm really fine. I often deal with this kind of injury, and disinfection is enough. Don't bother the doctor at night."

It's not that babies can't be knocked or touched, why are they so motivating, is it because they are afraid that the wound will heal when they arrive at the hospital later?

Gao Lin hesitated, looked at Qi Che worriedly, and asked for advice with his eyes.

Qi Che was silent for a while, then said: "Since he said so, then forget it."

The driver changed course again and drove back to another hospital.

Gu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

He retreated back into the corner, drowsily trying to doze off.

Back in the other courtyard, Gao Lin found the medicine box from the tool room and handed it to Gu Ling: "Do you need help?"

Gu Ling took it and thanked him: "No need, I can do it myself."

Qi Che didn't stop, and went upstairs directly. In the living room, only Gao Lin leaned in front of Gu Ling to watch him treat the wound.

Steward Chen brought two cups of iced drinks to cool off the heat, and frowned upon seeing this: "Did you hurt yourself?"

Gu Ling: "No."

It's embarrassing to say it, but it's a fight.

Gu Ling skillfully disinfected and applied iodophor, while Gao Lin watched from the side, hissing for a while and closing his eyes for a while.

Gu Ling didn't even frown: "..."

There was some wall dust on the wound. After cleaning it with alcohol, it didn't look so shocking. The depth of the wound was very shallow and the area was not that big.

Gao Lin looked at the painful mask on his face, and sighed, "Why are you still injured? Is it because our people didn't arrive in time?"

Gu Ling was slightly taken aback, recalling the two strong men in black who had just arrived at the critical moment: "No, we arrived in time."

After all, a few seconds later, he would really use the knife.

Gu Ling: "Is that one of yours?"

Gao Lin nodded: "That's right, they are in charge of security in Teacher Qi's assistant team, and they usually live in the villa next door with the housekeeping staff."

Gao Lin sighed: "Mr. Gu, you too. Why didn't you tell Mr. Qi about such a thing? It's not safe to just go by yourself."

Gu Ling didn't know how to answer this question for a while, so he capped the iodophor bottle and put it in the medicine box, and remained silent for a while.

Gao Lin put away the medicine box and sent it back to the tool room, while Gu Ling sat there in a daze.

In fact, I should ask the other way around, why would I think of asking Qi Che for help?They don't know each other at all.

Gu Ling lay back on the back of the sofa, his whole body sank limply, and the exquisite lamps on the ceiling left obvious light marks on his retina.

He suddenly felt that his idea was not right. In his previous life, he fought alone for ten years and ended in a miserable end.Back to the present, could it be that he is still so worthless, thinking of handling everything by himself.

He should have turned to Qi Che for help.

After all, the original intention of agreeing to the marriage at that time was to hug Party A's thigh well, lie down comfortably and take off.

Thinking of this, Gu Ling touched the tip of his nose subconsciously, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

Although the Qi Che robot was still so unreasonable and impersonal, it helped him anyway.

If it weren't for him, I might still be thinking about how to go home on that dilapidated curb.

Gao Lin's footsteps came from behind: "By the way, did you add WeChat?"

Gu Ling raised his eyes: "What?"

What WeChat?

Gao Lin sat down to drink water, and thought he didn't hear clearly, so he repeated: "Wechat, Mr. Qi's WeChat."

Gu Ling suspected that he heard it wrong: "Qi Che's WeChat? Why does he have WeChat?"

Gao Lin also sensed something was wrong, and said to himself: "Why, didn't you join?"

Gu Ling vaguely recalled something.

"I did receive a friend request at night, claiming to be Qi Che." Gu Ling said tentatively, "I used his name and avatar directly. I thought it was too liar, so I rejected it directly."

After hearing Gu Ling's words, Gao Lin's expression froze immediately.

Gu Ling's pupils trembled: "No, is it really his?"

Gao Lin nodded and said nervously, "So you just refused? Didn't you ask more questions??"

Gu Ling said in a low voice: "Ask, but I also asked... I said a few words..."

Gao Lin: "How did you say that?"

Gu Ling: "..."

It would be better not to say more about the following words.

Gu Ling didn't care about talking anymore, so he quickly took out his phone, clicked on the friend application list, and applied to add Qi Che as a friend.

Gu Ling stared at the screen, waiting patiently.

Gao Lin also leaned over, facing him head to head.

I haven't received any reply, but there are footsteps behind me, and the familiar indifferent tone: "What are you doing?"

Gu Ling and Gao Lin bounced away.

Gu Ling turned his head to see Qi Che, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, have you received my friend request? Please hold your hand high..."

Qi Che turned around indifferently: "I didn't receive it."

Gu Ling: "..."

Qi Che took the script materials left on the first floor and went upstairs again.

Gu Ling looked up at Qi Che's back disappearing at the stairs, speechless for a long time.

It's over, revenge is over.

Gao Lin was a little puzzled: "I just rejected it once, Teacher Qi is not such a narrow-minded person."

Gu Ling: "..."

It's really okay to reject it once, and it's not a nature to reject it and call yourself his father.

Although he considers himself innocent, isn't it because of Qi Che's own way of acting that people are misunderstood?

Unconvinced, he asked Gao Lin: "Didn't he use WeChat??"

Gao Lin gave Gu Ling a heavy punch: "For the convenience of videoing with you tonight, I used it for the first time."

After finishing speaking, another note came: "It is probably the last time."

Gu Ling: "..."

No way, so he needs to be responsible for it?

With this subtle sense of guilt, Gu Ling clicked on add friend again to express his determination to Qi Che.

Not surprisingly, it was rejected.

Gu Ling thought to himself that if I reject you once and you reject me once, it's even, so I added it again.

The result was rejected the second time.

Gu Ling threw the phone away.

Even if he prevented the old man from taking the great first step of trying social software, but it was all evened out, why is it endless?

Gao Lin came up with an idea: "Could there be something else?"

Gu Ling shook his head in denial, and couldn't move anymore.

He picked up his phone and entered "Daddy" in the friend application.

Then the fingertips froze, and it was deleted after a while.

Is this some elementary school drama?

After half an hour.

Qi Che in the study rejected the number 20 friend requests in the past half an hour, and put his phone aside.

His gaze returned to the script in front of him, which was approaching the last page.

The script had already been flipped through by him until the plastic cover was a little weak, and each page was marked neatly and in a slightly appropriate manner.

Except for his own scenes and lines, even the parts that are not shown at all are not treated differently.

3 minute later.

Qi Che's eyes flicked to the phone.

Five minutes later, he picked up his phone and frowned slightly.

The application page in WeChat is empty.

It's pretty quick to give up.

Half an hour ago, I was still writing something in the application remarks, "Mr. Qi, I was wrong, you are my father", "If you reject me again, I will add another hundred times!", "Forgive me or I won't sleep tonight", etc. Wait for the mess.

Sure enough, I persisted for less than a hundred times.

He put the phone upside down and returned his gaze to the script.

It was getting late at night, Qi Che finally read the last page, closed the script, and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock.

This is the third day that he has not fallen asleep on time and on time, and this disruption of the stable rhythm of life makes him feel bad.

He returned to the bedroom and turned on the only bedside night light that could be manually controlled.

The culprit who caused him to go to bed late was sleeping unconsciously on the bed at this time, still holding the mobile phone next to his head.

Under the yellowish light, Qi Che's eyes fell on the scratches on Gu Ling's arms that had been smeared with iodophor. The wounds were still being applied neatly, as if it wasn't the first time.

Gu Ling's dream was broken by the sound of the mattress sagging beside him.

He propped his upper body up with his hands, gasping for air from the pain of the wound rubbing against the bed sheet: "Who?"

He opened his eyes wide, watching Qi Che remain motionless in a posture about to lie down, and looked at himself coolly.

Gu Ling: "..."

Sorry, forgot this is someone else's house.

He lay down again, looking for something to relieve the embarrassment: "I misunderstood... It's not been a long time since I slept together..."

Wait, why is this wording so weird.

Gu Ling temporarily braked and said, "Why did you sleep so late today?"

Isn't it mandatory to be ten o'clock?

Qi Che turned off the night light, and the room fell into darkness and silence again, only the slight sound of the thermostat system cooling.

"Because of you." Qi Che's voice was stronger than the cooling capacity of the constant temperature system, "It delayed my progress in reading the script."

"Oh." Gu Ling admitted his mistake without emotion, "Blame me."

"I'm not blaming you." Qi Che's tone was also flat, "It's just describing the objective facts."

Gu Ling didn't respond, thinking that it was strange for Qi Che to say such words, and he would actually consider his feelings and emphasize that he was not to blame...

and many more.

Maybe I didn't say this to take care of his feelings, but just "narrating objective facts".

Silence spread.

I don't know why, but just now I felt terribly sleepy, but as soon as Qi Che lay beside him, Gu Ling suddenly felt that he couldn't fall asleep.

Very sober.

It was at this time that he suddenly realized that the villa area was so quiet, except for the faint sound of wind and cicadas outside the window, there was no noise.

Compared with the old residential area where he has lived for many years, even at twelve o'clock at night, there are still sounds of playing cards, fighting, and beating children from all around.

The silence lasted for a long time, Gu Ling listened carefully but couldn't hear any movement of Qi Che, probably fell asleep.

He slowly closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of summer outside the window through the tightly drawn gauze curtain.

The next morning, Qi Che got up on time to take a shower, left the bedroom and went downstairs.

Gu Ling first forced himself to sit up, and pretended to rub his face and hair as if trying to wake himself up.When Qi Che left the bedroom and the door closed with a click, he immediately fell on the bed.

sleepy.

Sleepy.

Is it really enough for a person to only sleep for eight hours?Why did he feel like he needed ten hours?

From his previous life to the last few years, he always suffered from insomnia, and it was almost difficult for him to have a full night's sleep, even when he was lying in bed, he still felt very awake.

After being reborn, I was surrounded by sleepiness every day, but I couldn't sleep to my heart's content.

All this is due to that robot Qi Che! !He might as well go to sleep in some kind of sleeping cabin, what kind of bed is he going to sleep on! !

As Gu Ling got up from the bed in the master bedroom, he thought that it would be fine if the bed was so hard, and he would not be allowed to sleep in. It would be nice if he could move to another bedroom by himself, and he could sleep as long as he wanted.

Go downstairs to the dining room, breakfast is already set.

Gu Ling sat on the seat opposite Qi Che as before, and ate relatively silently.

There was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding with each other on the table.

Gu Ling ate so much that it wasn't entirely because he had a slow eating habit, but more because...it was too unpalatable.

Why have steamed shrimp and cabbage tofu soup in the morning?It's delicious but...

Gu Ling began to think silently that the pancakes and steamed buns were on his plate.

Qi Che on the opposite side put down his chopsticks, folded the napkin in half, wiped the corners of his mouth at almost the same angle, and then picked up the hand sanitizer that was put aside.

"The person from last night, I'll take care of him." Qi Che said as he applied the hand sanitizer to every part of his hands, "If you encounter similar things in the future, don't try to solve them yourself, please let me know I."

Gu Ling was startled: "Ah? Oh."

He couldn't believe his ears for a moment, did this robot without human emotions care about him?

Of course, Qi Che's next sentence pulled him back from this unrealistic fantasy: "With our current relationship and my current status, if something happens to you, there will be more trouble than you imagined. .”

Gu Ling: "..."

Oh.

He almost forgot that his nominal marriage partner is a big star who never knows how many pairs of eyes are on him wherever he goes.

Gu Ling smashed his mouth, and suddenly felt that the cabbage tofu soup in the bowl was even more bland.

He pushed the bowl away, accidentally touching the wound on his arm, and gasped again.

Qi Che had just got up, and upon seeing the situation, he added indifferently: "And the injury will be very painful."

Gu Ling: "..."

What's going on, why did you hear a hint of sarcasm?

He said "oh" dryly with no expression on his face, wishing he could send Qi Che thousands of miles away.

Ten minutes after Qi Che went out, Gu Ling also got stuck and went to the garage, and drove his car out.

Following the navigation, I soon arrived at a very hidden corner coffee shop.

Following the guidance of the waiter, Gu Ling came to the innermost small box, opened the door, and there was already a middle-aged woman waiting inside.

The woman kept pacing left and right, looking very anxious, and was relieved when she saw Gu Ling come in.

Gu Ling: "Aunt Xu."

Xu Lan smiled and said, "You're here."

Gu Ling sat down and looked down at the menu: "Have you ordered anything?"

Xu Lan was so anxious that she said "Ouch" and said, "Is there anything else to order, let's get down to business!"

Gu Ling raised his head and said to the waiter, "Have a glass of American style and a glass of milk."

The waiter closed the door and went out, and there were only two people in the small box.

Xu Lan opened the bag tightly in her arms, and took out a thick stack of papers: "I brought them all out, these are the manuscript designs of all of us in the past few years, and they have been treasured..."

Gu Ling took it and turned it page by page.

Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, clothing and headgear makeup designs of various styles and styles of various ethnic groups in various ages, each one is exquisite.

Xu Lan asked eagerly: "Did you take out your mother's manuscript from the Gu family?"

Gu Ling flicked through the manuscript for a moment: "No."

Xu Lan almost stood up: "No!! What's the reason? You can't get it? They won't give it?"

Gu Ling raised his hand and pressed her anxious arm, comforting her: "Don't worry."

He paused: "It's the manuscript that's not in the Gu family. They've been playing tricks on me."

The so-called things in the attic are the design manuscripts carefully drawn by his late mother for more than ten years.

Xu Lan couldn't believe it: "No way? Didn't they keep saying yes?"

Thinking of this incident, Gu Ling's expression became a little stern: "Anyway, I know very well that I'm really not here. They just want to use this to manipulate me."

In the previous life, Gu used this box of "locked in the attic" manuscripts to manipulate him for several years, forcing him to back down, and finally the Gu family made a lot of money.

Come again, he will not be fooled again.

Xu Lan sat down slowly, with a worried look on her face: "Where will the manuscript be?"

Gu Ling continued to turn over the paper in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Look slowly."

Xu Lan sighed deeply, tears began to well up in her eyes.

Gu Ling didn't want to think about it for the time being, but every time he recalled the batch of missing manuscripts left by his mother, he would feel his heart was caught by something, and he couldn't breathe so hard.

"Let's talk about everyone first." Gu Ling smoothed the manuscripts one by one, "How many are still in the studio?"

"Seven." Xu Lan said, "After the studio was given to Mr. Zhou by Gu's family, everyone didn't want to leave at first, but Mr. Zhou made us act as cows and horses, working as assistants for Truly's designers day and night. As a handyman, our own original designs are all rubbish. Three people left, and now there are seven left."

Gu Ling nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xu Lan asked, "Xiao Ling, do you have any ideas?"

Gu Ling stretched out his hands to caress the manuscripts in front of him. Every design in the film and television dramas is absolutely eye-catching clothing design. Whether it is restoring historical facts or catering to contemporary aesthetics, it is absolutely first-class.

"It will be useful for everyone soon." Gu Ling raised his head and looked at Xu Lan, "This kind of design does not appear on the screen or in front of the world. People nowadays think that internal entertainment is not capable. Do a good job of subduing people."

Xu Lan smiled wryly: "Even so... the most popular studios now have a deep-rooted background, so they can get big projects. We...we are still a small studio affiliated to the Qi Group's subsidiary That's all."

Gu Ling quickly said: "Don't worry about this, I will find someone to cooperate."

Xu Lan paused, and imagined: "If we cooperate, it will only be possible if there is someone in the Qi Group who can speak up and give us a chance."

Gu Ling paused slightly.

That's more than being able to speak in the Qi Group.

"It's okay to be able to talk, it's just..." Gu Ling half-talked to himself, "It's just..."

Xu Lan asked: "What is it?"

Gu Ling glanced at her, but didn't say anything.

It's just that after I rejected the other party's friend application and claimed that I was his father last night, I haven't successfully added WeChat, let alone talk about cooperation.

Although this matter is obviously Qi Che's narrow-mindedness...

Forget it, Party A is right in everything, and it's all his own fault.

Of course, he couldn't tell the whole truth, so he could only tell Xu Lan half-covered to calm her nervousness.

In the end, he took a photo of the manuscript and kept it, and returned the manuscript to Xu Lan as a treasure, and asked him to take it back and keep it for safekeeping.

After returning to the other courtyard, Gu Ling looked at the manuscripts taken on the phone one by one until he saw the sunset on the west mountain.

Leaving the study and going downstairs, Gu Ling turned on the TV casually and changed the remote control in boredom.

When it was the turn of a recently released costume drama, Gu Ling's brows became more and more wrinkled.

What kind of clothing and hairstyle is this?

With such a level, the studio responsible for the service of this drama is still very popular in the industry, and many major dramas are waiting to cooperate with this studio.

Gu Ling was annoyed watching it, so he turned off the TV.

Not long after, Qi Che came back, followed by the nagging Gao Lin.

"Today's interview is too outrageous, they are asking some inexplicable questions..."

Before Gao Lin finished speaking, he saw Gu Ling in the living room and asked with concern, "Mr. Gu, how is your injury?"

Gu Ling was startled, and subconsciously touched his arm, feeling a tingling pain.

"It's alright, thank you."

Not to mention, if Gao Lin didn't remind him, he would have forgotten that he was injured here.

Qi Che went to the restaurant by himself, it was already dinner time, and the kitchen had already started setting meals.

Gu Ling was still sitting opposite Qi Che, and Gao Lin also stayed to eat, so he sat on the other side of the table, right between the two of them.

Before the meal was ready, Gao Lin looked at Gu Ling, asked with a smile, "What did Mr. Gu do today?"

Gu Ling thought for a while, and couldn't mention the matter of the studio for the time being, so he could only say, "Flash Weibo."

Gao Lin became interested: "Swiping Weibo? Then Mr. Qi must have seen it on the hot search today."

Gu Ling: "I see."

Of course this is a lie, he didn't open Weibo at all.

At this moment, he only thought about it, why did he go up again?Is there a day when you are not on the hot search? ?

Gao Lin glanced at Qi Che on the left, and said with a smile, "Mr. Gu must have joined Teacher Qi's fan chat."

Gu Ling blurted out: "Of course..."

No.

Before he could say the last word, he suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity to please Qi Che.

Although Qi Che always seemed to be flattered and indifferent on the surface, maybe he was embarrassed to show it?

Thinking about it, Gu Ling raised his eyes to see Qi Che's still calm expression, and said, "Of course I joined!!"

Add it after eating, without anyone noticing.

Gao Lin immediately glanced at Qi Che proudly, then looked back at Gu Ling, cleared his throat, and said with a smile, "Is Mr. Gu doing anything else?"

For example, pay attention to what Mr. Qi eats at night, and how he is feeling?

Gu Ling racked his brains: "Eat, watch TV, play with the dog?"

Gao Lin didn't succeed, the smile on his face froze: "Really, really fulfilling."

Qi Che raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly interjected: "There is still drinking."

Gu Ling: "..."

He suddenly felt like a child who sneaked out to play and was caught by his parents, his mood suddenly became ups and downs, and he subconsciously denied: "No."

No, it's about to be exposed.

The well-designed character set of a good boy is about to collapse.

Hearing his denial, Qi Che raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then when I hugged you yesterday, did you smell the scent of cocktails?"

Gu Ling: "..."

Save lives.

Although I didn't drink much last night, the smell must be there. I thought Qi Che wouldn't come back at night so I didn't pay attention at all. I didn't expect not only to come back, but also...

Wait a minute.

Thinking of the scene last night, Gu Ling only felt his ears heat up reflexively.

what happened?When I was hugged last night, my ears were congested because of my posture. What's going on now?Is it anti-gravity?

Gu Ling's thoughts were confused, and seeing the scene couldn't hold on, there was a sudden flash of lightning in his mind, and he thought that if he could save it, he had to save it.

He covered up the guilty look on his face, and lied: "My friends have an appointment, so I have a drink with them. I don't hold a lot of alcohol, so I drank a little. It's a joke."

There was also a hint of embarrassment on his face, as if he was really ashamed that he couldn't drink enough.

Qi Che looked at him indifferently, his expression couldn't tell whether he believed it or not.

Gao Lin laughed: "It's okay, Mr. Qi can't drink too much..."

Qi Che suddenly cast a cool glance.

Gao Lin immediately shut up.

Qi Che turned his eyes back, saw Gu Ling's ears that were already blushing, and frowned slightly: "Are you drinking again?"

Gu Ling: "No!"

Qi Che: "Then why are your ears red?"

Gu Ling: "..."

Gao Lin took a mouthful of cold water and almost spewed it out.

Gu Ling quickly covered his ears, and said dryly, "It's hot, it's too hot."

Qi Che didn't doubt that there was him, but said: "The room temperature is suitable, it should not be lowered. You should overcome it."

Gu Ling nodded: "Oh."

Fortunately, the food has been served at this time, and it's time to "eat without talking".

Gu Ling felt as if he had grasped at straws, he really didn't want to hear the word "hug" from Qi Che's mouth again in a flat tone without any ups and downs.

If possible, I really want to erase the memory of that period last night with one click.

It was another quiet meal. Gu Ling was not interested in such oily food anyway. He ate mechanically without taste, and focused on Nan`feng on Qi Che.

How can I subtly make Qi Che forget that the memory that he said he was his father can also be wiped away with one click?

Add friends as soon as possible, draw in relationships as soon as possible, and negotiate cooperation as soon as possible...

Gu Ling was thinking about it when he saw Qi Che pick up the bowl and reach for the spoon.

He looked at the handle of the spoon that happened to be on his side, picked it up subconsciously, and stretched out his other hand before he passed it to Qi Che before realizing something.

"Give me the bowl."

Qi Che paused, glanced at him, and took the spoon from his hand: "No need."

Gu Ling gave him the spoon and sighed.

Why can't oil and salt enter?Helping him serve the soup is not enough.

Gu Ling gave up the plan to get closer to him at the dinner table, and silently finished the bland meal.

After the meal, Qi Che sanitized his hands again as usual, then put down the hand sanitizer and went upstairs.

Gao Lin also followed, and connected some work details that he hadn't finished talking about in the future.

When Gao Lin went upstairs, he looked back, and happened to see Gu Ling sitting slumped on the sofa, with a pair of long legs folded together listlessly, looking like he was bothered by something.

Gao Lin, who has been haunting the major CPs all year round, suddenly smelled a sharp breath.

When he walked into the study, Qi Che seemed to feel that the smell in the study was bad, so he turned on the purification system.

Gao Lin smelled it, and sighed: "Mr. Qi, you must ask the housekeeper to disinfect the study room three times a day, can it be free from the smell of disinfectant?"

Qi Che came to the desk and sat down, slightly loosened a white porcelain button on the cuff of his right hand, disapprovingly: "It's because the ventilation is not done well, it has nothing to do with disinfection."

Gao Lin was helpless and didn't dare to say anything more. He handed the document to Qi Che and said cautiously: "Mr. Qi, why didn't you let Mr. Gu serve the soup just now?"

Qi Che took the document and raised his eyes slightly when he heard the words: "What?"

Gao Lin emphasized: "Tang, didn't he want to serve soup with you? You should give him the bowl."

Qi Che frowned slightly, apparently not agreeing with this sentence: "He is not a service employee, and I have not paid the corresponding compensation."

Gao Lin: "..."

It does not make sense?

He suddenly felt loveless: "Mr. Qi, actually, not everyone has to ask you to pay for everything..."

Qi Che wasn't interested in this topic, so he looked down at the document and casually said, "For example."

Gao Lin sighed quietly: "For example, Mr. Gu wants to serve you soup. It's not a service, but a way to express...express your feelings."

Qi Che raised his eyes: "Emotion?"

Gao Lin choked. He suddenly remembered that his boss didn't know what "like" and "feeling" were.

Gao Lin: "In short...you see that Mr. Gu mentioned being hugged by you, his ears are red, obviously shy..."

Qi Che asked again: "Shy?"

Gao Lin: You might as well kill me.

Qi Che lowered his head and continued to read the document, losing his patience: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Gao Lin stopped talking, he chose to give up.

After matching the details, Gao Lin tidied up the files. He felt that the CP he wanted to assist might be BE before it even started, so he left with a look of lovelessness.

Qi Che slightly closed his eyes, and pressed his temples which felt uncomfortable.

He looked at the mobile phone on the side, the screen was on, and there was a Weibo tweet