[BL] The Wealthy Husband

Chapter 8

"Grandpa, I don't want to quarrel with you, but I can't give in with regard to Qi Ling's affairs, especially at this time," Ding Cheng met Grandpa Ding's stare, his words and demeanor were quite decisive.

    "One more point... Qi Ling has never bullied me. I was too timid to tell him. It makes no sense for you and Dad to blame him." He was the only person who was constantly hesitant from beginning to end. For himself, Qi Ling should not bear such anger.

    "It makes sense for him to be dull if you are timid?" Old man Ding's beard was cocked with anger, but just as Ding Cheng knew him, he also knew Ding Cheng. It seemed free and easy, but once he got the tip of the horn, it would be difficult. Pull | out.

    He gave Ding Cheng and Qi Ling this ruthless medicine, and from the perspective of his eyes, even if it had completely failed.

.Ding Cheng and Old Ding were facing each other in the study, and outside the study, Qi Ling was also facing the faint hostility exuded by Ding Hande and Ding Bo.

    After so long, Ding Hande did not take the initiative to speak to Qi Ling, or even watch him. He watched TV, but his ears heard the conversation between Qi Ling and Ding Bo clearly.

    None of their dialogue involved Ding Cheng, but several rounds of confrontation have passed between you and me.

    Ding Bo can be said to be very true to the old man Ding, but he is still two points short of Qi Ling. Ding Bo still doesn't feel much about it. Ding Hande, who has been watching, has already felt it.

    "Cheng Cheng is too young to feel confident, Qi Ling, if you are older than him, I will trouble you to bear more."

.Ding Hande suddenly turned back to Qi Ling and said this. What he meant was to tell Qi Ling that Ding Cheng could like him Qi Ling, and when his heart was cold, he could also like others. This is a juvenile disposition and human nature.

    "When necessary, please also make a decision. It is not good for you to make continuous decisions."

    What Ding Hande said later was much more serious than before. What he meant in his words was that he hoped that Qi Ling could take the initiative to cut these off when Ding Cheng still had nostalgia. At this point, none of them had Qi Ling acted on it. The effect is good.

    Only when Qi Ling really hurt Ding Cheng to the end, can Ding Cheng give up this period of Aimu from teenager to youth.

    Qi Ling met Ding Hande's gaze upon hearing the words, and he nodded lightly after a few thoughts, "It's time to decide..."

.Ding Hande hadn't revealed a satisfied look, Ding Bo snorted disdainfully, it was because Ding Cheng felt the injustice, and sure enough, he made a decision like this without feelings.

    At this time, the door of the study opened, Ding Cheng and Ding Old Man chatted for almost an hour, and finally came out.

    "Good night, grandpa, you rest early." Ding Cheng told Grandpa Ding. Then he closed the door. He turned back and walked over to the living room. His eyes fell on Qi Ling's back, and his expression was obviously more relaxed.

    When he walked over, he naturally sat on the sofa next to Qi Ling, and naturally grabbed Qi Ling's hand to the palm of his hand. When he met Qi Ling's gaze, the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, "Well, the house is warm and not cold. NS."

    When a person is sick, his body tends to get cold. This is especially true for Qi Ling. He has been lying still without walking. It is okay in other places, but it is inevitable to have cold hands and feet, but Ding Cheng always cared for him.