The Wealthy Husband

Ding Cheng bent down slightly as he said, he took Qi Ling's socks from the side, and put Qi Ling's feet up on his knees, putting them on Qi Ling like this, and then putting on shoes for him again.

Ding Cheng was very happy. He was happy for Qi Ling, who was able to walk in good health. The only one who is pleased is that he has done something for Qi Ling himself.

He has taken care of Qi Ling for so many days, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with doing this, it's just their marriage relationship, and he is qualified to do such a thing for Qi Ling.

And Qi Ling's heartbeat has always been steady. When Ding Cheng put on socks and shoes for him, he continued to lose his rhythm. He wanted to take his feet back, but he wanted to see Ding Cheng again. He hesitated. In the meantime, Ding Cheng had already dressed him.

"I will do it myself in the future."

Qi Ling's eyes lowered slightly, and he recovered his heartbeat, and he raised his hand to rub Ding Cheng's hair.

"It doesn't matter... I can do it."

Ding Cheng didn't feel the slightest taste of Qi Ling. He stood up and stretched out his hand. Qi Ling hesitated for a moment, holding his wrist, and stood up like this.

They glanced at each other, did not say any more irritating things, and listened to Jiang Suwen's advice on some precautions, they left the hospital and drove in the direction of Ding's house. The journey time was an hour.

Ding Cheng sat still upright, but his eyes looked at Qi Ling's feet from time to time. Qi Ling suddenly recovered his health, and he was still somewhat uncomfortable.

He wondered that he could no longer look for opportunities to take advantage... But the joy that Qi Ling was completely healed still overwhelmed those regrets, so he turned his head to Qi Ling and smiled.

"Dad and grandpa must be very happy too," Ding Cheng tried hard to calm Qi Ling's heart. Father Ding and Ding Hande don't like Qi Ling very much. He knows, but they are all important people to him. Ding Cheng can only work hard. Relax their relationship in the middle.

"I know," Qi Ling nodded, his eyes dropped on the hands they had been holding together. He opened Ding Cheng's hand, found a thin scar in the middle of his index finger, and frowned at the tip of his eyebrows. what happened?"

"I heard from my brother, it seems that I was scratched when I was climbing a tree when I was young. It is not serious." Ding Cheng leaned forward and looked at his hand with Qi Ling. After carefully recalling it, he remembered how this thin scar was. Going on.

Qi Ling took a closer look again, and it was indeed not too serious. He touched the fine cocoon on Ding Cheng's fingertips again, this time without asking, Ding Cheng told him first.

"These were made by me practicing some equipment. I didn't pay attention at the time. I didn't expect it to be a cocoon..." Ding Cheng said and glanced at Qi Ling secretly. Qi Ling wouldn't be disgusted with his ugly hands.

However, Qi Ling's mind is that the most powerful old man in their Ding family can't see it, let alone Ding Cheng.

"It doesn't look good, right..."

Qi Ling heard the words and raised his eyes to Ding Cheng's slightly tangled face. He raised his hand and stroked Ding Cheng's hair, pausing, and rubbing Ding Cheng's cheek again, "No."

Ding Cheng let Qi Ling touch and rub, and his entanglement disappeared. He sat obediently, blinking his eyes, making Qi Ling, who had just risen suddenly, couldn't help but put his hands on Ding Cheng's face too much. Hang around for a while.

Qi Ling retracted his hand, Ding Cheng’s eyes were almost gone. He squinted his eyes and the muscles of his cheeks were very stiff, but his pleasure from the inside out was not difficult to feel. He was infected by Qi Ling. The mood is better than ever.

The car stopped at the door of Ding's house, Ding Cheng poked his head out, and the servant at the door recognized Ding Cheng. The iron door opened, and he drove in for a while before stopping.

Ding Zhaili knew that Ding Cheng and Qi Ling were coming back early in the morning. Father Ding and Ding Hande were both sitting in the living room. Hearing the movement outside, the two looked at each other for a while, or Ding Hande was more emotional. He got up and went to receive his little son.

"Cheng Cheng..."

Ding Hande yelled, and Ding Cheng responded very loudly, "Dad!"

"You go in, it's cold outside, it looks like it's going to snow again..." Ding Cheng got out of the car and walked over quickly. Ding Hande stayed in the warm room, naturally not wearing too much thick clothes, Ding Cheng pushed him down. He went in happily.

Qi Ling got out of the car too, but he took out some gifts he had prepared earlier from the trunk.

Ding Cheng watched Ding Hande enter, but did not immediately follow up. He stopped, turned sideways and waited for Qi Ling to approach him, "Hey, my dad was so happy to see me before he could see you, so he was driven by me. gone back…"

Ding Cheng explained that he stretched out his hand to pick up the things in Qi Ling's hand, but Qi Ling didn't hand it to him, but instead held Ding Cheng's outstretched hand. Ding Cheng was visibly stunned for a moment, and then he was led by him. Went inside.

Ding Hande got Ding Cheng's concern, and was struggling with his father Ding, but when he turned around, he saw his youngest son being led in by his legal marriage partner with a shy expression on his face.

"Good grandpa, good dad," Qi Ling said hello, and handed the things to Zhang Jing's housekeeper, who came forward, before he continued to hold Ding Cheng closer.

Elder Ding paused his eyes on the hands they shook before moving away. He nodded, "Sit down."

"All well?" Old man Ding asked about Qi Ling's leg and his "disability" which was particularly serious a week ago.

"It's all right, let grandpa and dad worry about it."

Qi Ling nodded in response, his eyes were peaceful and deep, and he was not at all ashamed of Father Ding's question.

"Cheng Cheng was talking to your dad in the living room, Qi Ling came to the study with me," Old man Ding got up and walked to the study first. Qi Ling patted the back of Ding Cheng's hand and got up and followed.

Father Ding was not satisfied with Qi Ling's reply, he asked Qi Ling to answer more carefully and frankly. And these words are not suitable for Ding Cheng to listen to. This will only make Ding Cheng feel embarrassed and powerless. It is wrong for him to help anyone, and it is wrong for him not to help.

Ding Cheng's mouth moved, and finally he could watch the door he often cared for closed.

He turned his head and glared at Ding Hande, who was secretly gloating, "Dad, where's the big brother?"

"Your eldest brother will be back an hour or two late, and it's still too early to eat." Ding Hande looked at Ding Cheng's healthy and energetic appearance, with some feelings in his heart, and finally didn't make Ding Cheng crooked.

"What are you looking at, your son is handsome," Ding Cheng raised his chin narcissistically, and he glanced at the direction of the study, guessing that Ding and Qi Ling were not coming out so quickly. He turned on the TV and accompanied Ding. Haldex watched TV and talked.

The atmosphere in the study is not as severe as Ding Cheng thought. Qi Ling and Ding Cheng have been talking, but there is no word involving Ding Cheng. Ding is testing and observing Qi Ling, and Qi Ling's successive performances are beyond him. Unexpected.

Old man Ding dare not use the general attitude towards younger generations to Qi Ling. His idea is correct. Qi Ling can fully keep up with his topic. In terms of business literacy, Qi Ling is very good, younger than the vast majority of Beicheng. Everyone needs to be outstanding.

"Old man Qi has spent some time with you..."

Father Ding commented that he did not teach Ding Bo and Ding Cheng less, but Ding Cheng is not interested in the master. Ding Bo is older and younger than Qi Ling. In this regard, he is really true. Not as good as the dead father Qi.

Qi Ling smiled upon hearing the words, and was noncommittal.

Qi Ling knew in his heart that he was able to deal with Grandpa Ding at this moment, which was related to his grandfather's teachings, but it was more of his accumulation in the previous life. Those visions and experiences were the gift of time, not someone's gift.

"Me and Chengcheng...we won't get a divorce," Qi Ling didn't wait for Ding Cheng to mention it, he took the initiative to say, and also informed Ding Cheng of his and Ding Cheng's decision. Regarding the agreement between Ding Cheng and Ding Cheng, he never I know, I don't agree.

"Two years ago, you led Cheng Cheng to go abroad," Qi Ling raised his eyes and looked at Old Man Ding. Old Man Ding, who is in his sixties, has experienced too many things, and his eyes and expressions are flawless.

But Qi Ling's conclusion did not rely on possible flaws in front of him. He has lived an extra life, and many clues are connected, and combined with the current situation, it is enough to draw such a conclusion.