private marriage

Ling Nuanqing pushed Fan Xiaozhu away quickly, and after walking a few steps, she turned back to Ling Shaocheng.

There was a wave in the man's eyes, and he was about to speak.

Ling Nuanqing whispered to him, "Can you stop following us?"

"..."

"I do not have."

"That's not a coincidence. We still have to go shopping and eat something. Can you stagger with us?"

According to Ling Shaocheng's domineering temperament before, he must ask if she owns this shopping mall?

"You hate seeing me, don't you?"

If Ling Nuanqing wanted to say yes, today would be endless.

"No, but I want to be with Zhuzi today. Since the video was released, she has not been in a good mood."

Ling Shaocheng saw the hair on her cheeks falling down, he reached out his hand to fix her, but Ling Nuanqing backed away in fright.

With his heart hanging, the man stepped forward again, with his hands still raised, she tensed her body and did not retreat, waiting for Ling Shaocheng's fingertips to catch the lock of hair and clamp it behind her ear.

"It's rare to come out, it's fun."

Just like on a certain weekend a few years ago, Ling Nuanqing wanted to go out and begged Ling Shaocheng for several days before he agreed.

He seemed to have said the same thing to her before she went out.

It seemed like a lifetime away, but in fact it was only a few years, neither long nor short, but it seemed like half a lifetime was lost.

Ling Nuanqing's nose still smelled of the perfume on Ling Shaocheng's sleeves, just like himself, full of aggressiveness.

She turned around and left, her figure was a bit embarrassed, she got behind Fan Xiaozhu, pushing her and wishing she could run.

"Nuan Nuan, what are you pushing so fast?"

She didn't know, "I... I don't want to see him."

Passing by a luxury bag shop, Fan Xiaozhu hurriedly asked Ling Nuanqing to stop, "I want to go and have a look."

"it is good."

The two walked around in front of the counter, Ling Nuanqing bent down and asked her, "Is there anyone you like?"

"I just want to see it."

"It's okay, tell me which one you like, and I'll send you off."

Fan Xiaozhu agreed with a smile, and the shopping guide introduced two models to her, and at most she just held them in her hands and touched them. "I'll take a look again, thank you."

"Do you like that camera bag? Just buy that one?" Ling Nuanqing asked softly.

"I really don't need it, it's stupid to carry it on my back, I don't want it."

The two walked around the mall for a long time and had dinner before planning to go back.

Ling Nuanqing was still in the taxi when she received a call from a stranger.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Ling?"

"Yes."

"I'm in charge of delivery, are you at home?"

Ling Nuanqing glanced out the window. "There are still 5 minutes, you wait for me to play."

Fan Xiaozhu asked her. "Who is it?"

"Looks like a courier."

When Ling Nuanqing came home, she saw the person in charge of delivery squatting at the door, and the shoe cabinet next to her was full of shopping bags, "Is this for me? I didn't buy these things."

"I'm just in charge of delivery, you take care of it."

Ling Nuanqing carried a bag, opened it and looked at it. She tried these two clothes in the store today, but she didn't buy them.

Fan Xiaozhu pointed to a LV bag in surprise, "Aren't these the two bags I saw today? What do you mean?"

Today, everything they tried and touched, whether it was Ling Nuanqing's favorite or Fan Xiaozhu's fancy, was packed and sent home.

"Sent by the rich man?"

Fan Xiaozhu shook her leg excitedly, completely forgetting that her leg was still half useless. "Nuannuan, don't you feel very happy?"

"Don't you think it's scary?"

"why?"

Ling Nuanqing opened the door, "I just want to go shopping with you, but he even knows what clothes I've tried on."

Fan Xiaozhu was silent for a while, Ling Nuanqing pulled the wheelchair and tried to push her into the room.

"What about these things?"

"Give it back to him."

Didn't Ling Shaocheng say that he wanted to fall in love with her?But she doesn't want to, she always has the right to refuse, right?

The things Ling Shaocheng sent out were returned just like that.

He was upset, but not surprised.

Ming Yue said that he was too free, he had nothing serious to do now, and he was thinking about how to pick up girls all day long.

In the past, women were always delivered to their door automatically, so Ling Shaocheng had no experience at all.

When Ling Ling went downstairs, she saw Ling Shaocheng's tall figure prostrated on the coffee table, as if writing, with a bouquet of white roses beside him.

He tiptoed over to Ling Shaocheng to have a look.

He is writing a small card, and the blessing is very vulgar, "I wish you a happy day and good health."

"Did you give this to Grandpa Zeng?"

Ling Shaocheng was too focused on writing, the sudden voice startled him a lot, he pressed the card with his palm, "Of course not."

"Only Grandpa Zeng's age needs such a blessing."

Ling Shaocheng frowned displeasedly, "What do you know? Go aside."

"Who are you going to give this bouquet of roses to?" Ling Ling's face was serious, with an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"Give it to your mother."

He felt like he was on a roller coaster, "Really? Then you can't write like that."

"Then what should I write?" Ling Shaocheng still had a lot of scrapped cards beside him.

"Even if you praise my mother for being more beautiful than flowers, it's better than wishing her good health."

"I don't listen to you, what do children know? Go upstairs."

Listening to Ling Shaocheng is stubborn, just wait for a snag.

When he left, he stole a small card from the side, and then went upstairs.

Ling Shaocheng tossed and tossed about below for a long time, finally put down his pen and went upstairs to change his clothes.

Lingling took the opportunity to sneak down, found the card from the bouquet, and looked at it. It didn't have any blessings, only Ling Shaocheng's name.

Did he think it was a star signature?

Listening put the card that she wrote in it.

Ling Nuanqing went downstairs to take out the trash, but saw a man standing downstairs holding a bouquet of flowers.

She wanted to pass by him, but was stopped by Ling Shaocheng.

"you……"

To pursue a woman, you must start by sending flowers.

Ling Nuanqing was carrying a garbage bag, "Can I not take it?"

His face was obviously unhappy again, this man is also a fickle master, his nature is hard to change, so please don't provoke him.

Ling Nuanqing reached out to take the flowers, "Can you throw away the trash for me?"

She handed the garbage bag to Ling Shaocheng, and the man moved his fingers and took it.

Ling Nuanqing saw a card in the bouquet, and she picked it up to have a look, with a strange expression on her face, "This...you wrote this?"

"I wrote it myself."

Ling Nuanqing's expression became more and more stiff, Ling Shaocheng saw that something was wrong, and took the card.

It was densely packed with words, still written in pencil.

"My love for you is like a torrential river, endless, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, the sky is falling and the earth is cracking..."

Among them, the word "Tao Tao" was still a typo, and it was written as "田米" in the name of rice. From this point of view, it is not Ling Shaocheng's characters.

He thought of the instigator at home, "Your son did it."

Ling Nuanqing felt even more embarrassed.

"But that's what I want to say."

Ling Nuanqing slapped the flower into his arms, turned her head and left.