Stupid cute maid loves to play tricks

If it wasn't for Gu Xiaoqing, how could she be treated by Ling Zihao with this attitude.

Lin Mo blamed all the crimes on Gu Xiaoqing.

Ling Zihao walked out of the hotel, looking at the glare of the sun, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, even he didn't know what was wrong, it must be the repression of these arrangements.

"Father, I'll be right over." Ling Zihao hung up his father's phone and walked towards the hospital, his brows were full of worry.

He knew that this matter would definitely reach Father Ling's ears, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. Ling Zihao showed a deep expression and walked towards the hospital.

Ling's mother was going through the discharge procedures for Ling's father, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, it was really great to see her husband discharged from the hospital.

Ling's mother supported Ling's father but was dismissed by Ling's father. Ling's mother looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Father Ling turned his head away awkwardly: "I can walk by myself." His illness was just a minor illness, not serious enough to require Mother Ling to help him walk.

Lonely flashed across Ling's mother's eyes, Ling's father was stubborn, Ling's mother let go of Ling's father, and watched him walk towards the outside step by step with heavy steps.

Father Ling's pupils contracted, and he stared angrily at Ling Zihao who was walking in front of him. His whole body was tense: "You still know that when you come back, the Ling family has been completely defeated by you."

Ling's father looked at Ling Zihao angrily. Ling Zihao lowered his head and didn't dare to look at his father, so he yelled helplessly, "Dad..."

Ling Zihao struggled to stare at Ling's father, suppressing his anger and dissatisfaction. He was extremely dissatisfied with his father and the Lin family. His love had withered last night.

Ling's father looked at his son deeply, and stretched out his hand to hit Ling Zihao, but was stopped by Ling's mother: "You are not ashamed to hit your son in public."

Ling's mother said something angrily, and looked at Ling Zihao with distressed eyes.

Ling's father curled up his fingers tightly and shrank back. After returning home, he would settle the score with Ling Zihao.

Ling's mother sighed slightly, and looked at Ling Zihao with loving eyes: "Hurry up and drive, go home." She looked at him, Ling Zihao nodded calmly, and drove the car in front of Ling's mother.

"Why are you angry with your son? Let's talk about it when we get home." Ling's mother took Ling's father's hand and said slowly, her eyes were full of helplessness and worry. Contradictions arise.

Ling Zihao was driving the car, and the atmosphere in the car was frozen. He pursed his lips and remained silent. He didn't know what to say, as if everything he said was wrong, his father would reject it.

Ling's mother looked around at her son and husband, how could it go on like this.She shook her head helplessly, the relationship between them became stiff, making people look very depressed.

Ling Zihao drove the car back home quickly, feeling inexplicable irritability welling up in his heart.

"Zihao, come with me to the study." Father Ling got out of the car and said coldly.

Ling Zihao didn't speak, and stared deeply at Ling's father's back. He knew it was about Gu Xiaoqing and Ling's consortium.

Seeing that Ling Zihao didn't respond for a long time, Ling's father couldn't help turning around and looking at him in doubt: "What? You have a lot of opinions."

Father Ling snorted coldly, regardless of whether Ling Zihao had any objections or not, he had to discuss this matter clearly.

"I have no objection, Dad." Ling Zihao said extremely indifferently, and slowly followed Father Ling towards the study.

Father Ling walked into the study room, stroking the old desk with his hands, looking at everything familiar with nostalgic eyes, he went to the bookshelf and took out a thick book, turned around and walked towards Ling Zihao.

Father Ling passed the book in front of Ling Zihao: "Let's have a look."

Ling Zihao took the book from Father Ling's hand, the corners of the book were mutilated but solid: "The rise of the Ling family."

Ling Zihao read these four words softly, and looked at Ling's father with confused eyes. He remembered that when he was a child, he went to the study to see his father cleaning the book. Only now did he know that it was a book about the family.

Ling Zihao flipped through the pages one by one. He was not only flipping through the book, but also watching the hard work of his ancestors from the future.

"The Ling's consortium cannot be defeated by me, Zihao, you should be able to understand." Father Ling was telling him about this with great earnestness.

Originally, Ling's father planned to wait for him to leave before handing over the book to Ling Zihao, but now it seems that he has no choice but to do so.

Ling Zihao looked at his father without saying a word: "Father, I don't want to be a victim." He told the truth without hesitation, one way to save the Ling family is for him to marry Lin Mo.

Ling Zihao stared at his father in annoyance, did his father regard Ling's consortium so important?The Lin family and the Ling family are aristocratic families, and the Lin family really doesn't hold any sympathy.

Father Ling sighed slightly, and said slowly: "Do you want to see the Ling family go bankrupt? This is absolutely impossible. You can go to the Lin family with me later to discuss the wedding date."

Father Ling said bluntly, he would never let such a thing happen to Ling Shi.

Ling Zihao remained silent, looking at his father disappointedly: "Father, I don't like Lin Mo." He didn't know how many times he had told Father Ling about this.

Father Ling glared at Ling Zihao angrily: "I have the final say on this matter, unless you see me dead, you don't have to marry Lin Mo."

Ling Zihao looked at Father Ling in shock, his face contained anger: "Father, I'll go with you."

It is impossible for him to really let Ling's father do what he said. This is absolutely impossible. The veins on the back of Ling Zihao's hands are bulging, and his eyes are fixed on the book.

Father Ling showed a satisfied smile: "Yes, this is my good son." He took Ling Zihao's cold hand and smiled knowingly.

There was no expression on Ling Zihao's stiff face, and he glanced at Father Ling indifferently. It was his most respected father who pushed him into the fire pit, without considering his feelings at all.

"Father, let's go." Ling Zihao said coldly, like someone who fell into an ice cellar in winter, icy cold to the bone.

Ling Zihao got into the car without saying a word. There were only him and his father in the car, and they didn't say a word.

Father Ling sighed helplessly: "Son, don't blame father, I have no choice but to do this." He clenched his hands tightly, not wanting his son to repeat his mistakes, but everything was out of his control.

Ling Zihao turned his head to look at his father leisurely, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "Father, isn't it ridiculous for you to say these things now, my happiness is gone."

To live with Lin Mo in the future, Ling Zihao felt irritated for a while, and he might be very sad to be with the person he hates the most.

Father Ling didn't continue to talk, no amount of explanation seemed pale and powerless.

Ling Zihao drove the car steadily and arrived at Lin's house.

"Don't talk later, just leave it to me." Father Ling patted Ling Zihao's shoulder with his generous palm, and said to him leisurely.

Ling Zihao nodded silently, and squeezed his hands hidden in his sleeves tightly. He didn't have a good impression of the Lin family, and now he hates it even more.

"Okay, Dad." Ling Zihao lowered his sense of presence as much as possible, and walked slowly towards the Lin family by Ling's father.

Dai Ma excitedly watched the two people approaching in front of her. Dai Dai didn't have time to wipe off the water stains on her hands, and quickly walked to Lin's mother's ear, speaking softly.

A hint of cunning flashed across Lin's mother's eyes, it seemed that the speed was quite fast.

"Father Zihao, I was about to visit you, but you came here unexpectedly." The mother of the Lin family stood up gracefully, walked to Zihao's father and said softly.

Ling's father frowned slightly. He was very uncomfortable with Lin's mother's attitude. He blocked her approaching figure with his hands, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Long time no see, Xiaomo's mother."

Father Ling sat on the sofa slowly, looked around, but did not find Lin Mo's figure, his eyes were full of doubts, and asked Lin's mother: "Where is Xiaomo, Uncle Ling misses her so much?" .”

The Lin family's mother looked at Father Ling with a sudden realization, she let out a rage and said leisurely, "Xiao Mo, didn't she go to find Zihao, why is Xiao Mo not with Zihao?"

The mother of the Lin family took advantage of the situation and looked outside. It happened that Ling's father lifted Lin Mo up, and then she remembered why Lin Mo was not by Zi Hao's side.

Ling Zihao pursed his lips tightly, and his brows were full of impatience. If his father hadn't been here, he would have left long ago.

"Didn't Xiaomo come back? Hasn't he come home yet?" Ling Zihao said calmly, without any flaws at all.

The mother of the Lin family looked at Ling Zihao suspiciously, but she wanted to put on a calm smile on her face: "Maybe Xiaomo has gone out for fun and will be back in a while."

The Lin family's mother made a gesture to Dai's mother next to her, and Dai's mother nodded knowingly. It's already afternoon, why hasn't the young lady come back.

Dai Ma went to the door and waited. It didn't take long for Lin Mo to appear in Dai Ma's eyes: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Dai Ma looked at Lin Mo with great distress. She was in a mess now, and stared at Dai Ma with resentment.

Lin Mo drove Mother Dai straight away and walked towards the living room. Before she walked in, she heard Father Ling's voice. She walked slowly to her mother's side and said wearily, "Mom, Uncle Ling."

But she didn't call Ling Zihao, Lin Mo looked at Ling Zihao with hatred and fear in his eyes, he dared not speak out, and she couldn't see the scarf on her neck.

The Lin family's mother glanced at Lin Mo dissatisfied: "Why do you make yourself so haggard, why don't you hurry up and wash up."

Lin Mo nodded expressionlessly, and walked towards the stairs dully.

Ling's father looked at Lin Mo's back in doubt: "Little Mo, what kind of stimulation did you receive?"

"I don't know. I'll find out when Xiao Mo comes down. I don't know why Zihao's father is here today?" Mother Ling looked at Father Ling with a smile.

Father Ling smiled in relief, pulled Ling Zihao over, and said in a long and earnest tone: "Isn't this for Zihao and Xiaomo's marriage, and I will ask Zihao to apologize to Xiaomo later, last time it was Zihao's." wrong."

Father Ling elbowed Ling Zihao's arm, and stared at him warningly, not allowing any trouble.

Ling Zihao pulled a forced smile back to his senses, and said flatly: "I was the one who spoke seriously last time, and I want to personally apologize to Xiaomo."

Ling Zihao never looked at Lin's mother, he was thinking about what happened to Gu Xiaoqing.

Lin's mother nodded in satisfaction. It seems that their method last time was still useful.

Ling Zihao didn't listen to the conversation between the Lin family's mother and Ling's father, and occasionally responded with a few words.

Although Father Ling was dissatisfied, he did not vent his anger.

After Lin Mo washed up, he walked down the stairs slowly, looking at Ling Zihao who was sitting on the sofa, but it was so far away.

"Good boy, come here quickly, your Uncle Ling has something to say to you." The Lin family's mother greeted Lin Mo and walked towards her.

Lin Mo walked in front of his mother, with helplessness spreading from the corner of his mouth: "Mom."

Lin Mo saw Uncle Ling with his eyes, and smiled gracefully with a layer of alienation.

Father Ling took Ling Zihao's hand and Lin Mo's hand kindly, holding both hands tightly: "Xiao Mo, I have set your wedding date for this weekend, do you have any objections?"

Lin Mo's slack pupils shone with light, he looked at Uncle Ling intently, and glanced at Ling Zihao's direction, her eyes were full of timidity and cowardice.