Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

"Hello, Ms. Gu. There is a man named Song Qiaoyang who says he is your friend. Do you want him to come in?"

Gu Ling was a little surprised when he received the call from the security guard, and suddenly he understood what Song Qiaoyang meant.

She said, "Yes, let him in, and in the future as well, no need to stop him."

Song Qiaoyang drove in a very low-key car and rang the doorbell at the address Gu Ling gave him.

He was wearing a formal suit and had a neatly styled hairstyle, looking like a typical social elite. In his hands, he was holding a few plastic bags full of food, which was extremely incongruous.

The moment he opened the door, he smiled gently, the aloofness and coldness on his body disappeared in an instant, and his eyes curved slightly.

"Can I make lunch for the big star?"

Gu Ling opened the door wide: "Come in, chef."

After changing his shoes, Song Qiaoyang took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen. Gu Ling handed him an apron: "Do you need help?"

Song Qiaoyang's eyes drifted for a moment, and he took the apron and put it on himself: "No, I can tie it myself."

Gu Ling spoke slowly: "Well, I meant to stay in the kitchen and help you."

Song Qiaoyang's ears were stained with red, but he remained calm: "I can do it, you go and rest."

"But I want to stay here with you..." Gu Ling saw that Song Qiaoyang's ears were getting redder and redder, and slowly added the rest of the words, "Let's cook together."

Song Qiaoyang, whose mind was in a mess, didn't realize that Gu Ling was teasing him. He just thought it was his own thought problem. He casually handed a plastic bag full of vegetables to Gu Ling: "I'll cook, and you wash the vegetables."

When Gu Ling took the plastic bag, he accidentally brushed his fingers. After Gu Ling held it firmly, he withdrew his hand with his fingers slightly curled up.

Gu Ling was washing vegetables nearby. Song Qiaoyang breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head to start processing the ingredients.

Gu Ling looked at Song Qiaoyang's profile and curled his lips slightly.

Without teasing.

Men and women are matched, so work is not tiring.

The two of them worked very efficiently together and soon prepared a table full of delicious dishes.

Coincidentally, they are all Gu Ling’s favorite foods.

Gu Ling was eating happily. Seeing that Song Qiaoyang didn't eat much and only moved his chopsticks occasionally, he asked, "What's wrong? Is it not to your taste?"

“I’ve eaten it before.”

Song Qiaoyang is a busy man who doesn't care about anything when he's busy. He has developed stomach problems over the years. He will have stomachaches if he doesn't eat on time, so he usually eats on time.

Of course, when we are really busy, we still neglect our health.

Song Qiaoyang knew that Gu Ling didn't like others waiting for her to eat, so he ate sporadically to make Gu Ling feel more comfortable.

He was always like this, revealing his understanding of Gu Ling in the smallest details and quietly eliminating anyone or anything that would make Gu Ling feel uncomfortable.

Gu Ling said: "You seem to know me very well."

Song Qiaoyang's heart tightened, but he remained calm: "I like you, so of course I will know a little about you."

Song Qiaoyang was not the kind of person who would often say that he liked someone. The two times he did so, he was extremely cautious. This time, he suddenly blurted out "I like you", which seemed a bit weird.

"Oh." Gu Ling didn't say anything and continued to eat with his head down.

Song Qiaoyang raised the water cup, took a sip of water, and lowered his eyes slightly.

He had been secretly in love with Gu Ling for too long and had done so much for her. He didn't want Gu Ling to feel any burden because of this, and he didn't want Gu Ling to have any other thoughts about him because of this.

He hoped that Gu Ling was with him only because she liked him.

Moreover, to put it nicely, it was a secret love and he was protecting her, but to put it bluntly, wasn't he just snooping into Gu Ling's life?

He just... wanted this relationship to be purer.

No one knows how much effort Song Qiaoyang has made to be qualified to stand beside Gu Ling.

After dinner, Song Qiaoyang went to wash the dishes. He was putting the washed dishes into the cupboard when he suddenly heard Gu Ling's words behind him.

"Have we... known each other before?"

Gu Ling thought about it and felt that the only reason that could explain Song Qiaoyang's strange behavior was that they had known each other before.

However, she searched her memory and could not find any trace of Song Qiaoyang's face, and she had never even heard of the name.

Song Qiaoyang's hand trembled, and the bowl fell to the ground and broke. The loud noise brought Song Qiaoyang back to his senses. He immediately squatted down and prepared to pick up the pieces, but Gu Ling held his hand: "Don't move."

Gu Ling hesitated and said, "You..."

Song Qiaoyang grabbed her hand with his backhand, and he lowered his brows: "I'll tell you later, okay?"

Twelve years. He has known Gu Ling unilaterally for twelve years.

He knew everything that happened to Gu Ling in the past twelve years, and even knew why Gu Ling entered the entertainment industry in the first place.

Gu Ling doesn't like him yet. If she knew that there was someone secretly spying on her life for twelve years, would she be afraid? Would she hate him?

Song Qiaoyang is a coward, always has been.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer...

good or not?

Song Qiaoyang has a fair complexion from sitting in the office all year round, and now it looks frighteningly pale.

This young man who was always at ease and calm seemed to always be in a mess in front of Gu Ling.

"Okay." Gu Ling put his arm around his shoulders and stood up. Seeing that his eyes were still fixed on the debris on the ground, he said, "I'll clean it up. You go and have a rest."

He opened his mouth to say something, but was blocked by Gu Ling's two words: "Be obedient."

He sat down on the sofa obediently. Gu Ling touched his cold hands, poured him a cup of hot water and put it in his hands, then went to clean up the broken pieces.

Gu Ling was cleaning up the mess on the ground, and he really couldn't understand why Song Qiaoyang was such a sensitive and delicate person.

He seems to come from a wealthy family and now holds a high position. How could such an environment produce a person like him?

Perhaps, she should also take the initiative to get to know Song Qiaoyang.

but……

Alas, I still need to find a suitable opportunity.

I used to think Song Qiaoyang was like a cat, but now he seems to be a rabbit who gets scared at the slightest movement.

But Gu Ling didn't think it was troublesome. After all, this was the kind of rabbit who would only look for the cause in himself and solve the problem by himself when something went wrong.

That's right, I'm a little too timid.

Gu Ling went to the living room. Song Qiaoyang had already put on his coat and suddenly stood up: "I have to go to work in the afternoon, so I'll leave first."

"I send you."

"No." He was a little nervous.

Gu Ling approached him, raised his hand to straighten his slightly crooked bow tie, and said, "Okay, be careful on the road."

The door is closed.

The right opportunity soon arrived, just one and a half months after Song Qiaoyang pursued Gu Ling.

It was a rainy night.

Thunder roared and heavy rain poured down. The raindrops formed into lines, and the lines were woven into cloth, covering the entire city.

The rain falling on the ground instantly turned into gurgling water, the wind whistled, the trees swayed, and the wind and rain were blowing.

The villa was plunged into darkness due to a sudden power outage. The rain hit the closed windows with a loud sound, as if an unknown monster was roaring outside.

The room was covered with heavy curtains, with occasional flashes of lightning. Song Qiaoyang curled up in the corner of the room, his hands tightly covering his mouth, looking silent.

Don't talk, don't talk.

They are outside.

Children who are too noisy will be beaten.

Rumbling--

There was a roar of thunder, the sound of wind and rain mixed together, and the windows rattled, as if someone was hitting them with a stick, threatening them.

very scary.

Who can help me?

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, Gu Ling finished washing up and waited for Song Qiaoyang to send her a good night message.

During this period, she rarely had work and was relatively free, so she maintained the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early every day.

During this period, Song Qiaoyang would send her good night messages on time every day. Ever since Gu Ling knew that Song Qiaoyang had to stay up late to work overtime after sending her good night messages, she expressed strong protest and asked Song Qiaoyang to take care of his health.

In order to ensure that the workaholics get enough rest, the two of them have video calls every night.

Today is a little different.

Gu Ling waited until eleven o'clock but there was still no movement. He called Song Qiaoyang but he didn't answer.

Rumbling--

Thunder roared, and Gu Ling felt a little uneasy. He quickly changed his clothes and went to Song Qiaoyang's house.

The weather today was too bad, and Gu Ling had to work very hard to reach his destination.

At this moment, she could only be thankful that she had been here and that her fingerprints were on the door lock.

The villa was large and pitch dark inside. She pressed the switch but there was no response. She probably thought there was a power outage.

She turned on the flashlight function on her phone and went upstairs. When she saw her dead phone on the floor, her brows furrowed.

"Song Qiaoyang?"

She knocked on the door, but there was no response.