private marriage

Ling Shaocheng had a severe fever, and it seemed useless to take antipyretics, so it was difficult to suppress it for a while.

Ming Yue called the family doctor over, the situation was serious at first glance.

"Why did it burn like this? Did you take a cold shower?"

It's winter, is it self-abuse?

"Don't worry about it so much, treat it quickly."

The doctor pointed to the sunshade curtains that had fallen, "Why did you make the room so dark? It's like hell, pull the curtains."

"Are you a doctor or a priest? It doesn't matter."

"Isn't this beneficial to the physical and mental recovery of patients?"

Ming Yue hesitated, stood up and wanted to go over, but after walking a few steps, Ling Shaocheng stopped him.

"No."

With his appearance, he didn't want to see a little light, and he couldn't see the light.

The doctor gave him a drip, Mingyue didn't let him watch here, "You go out first, but don't leave, I will call you if something happens."

"Warm and warm."

Ling Shaocheng's voice was a bit ethereal, and it turned around in the air, as if it was difficult to grasp.

Ming Yue hurried forward, "Mr. Ling, what do you want? Are you thirsty or hungry?"

"Does it hurt?"

Ling Shaocheng opened his eyes and looked at a place in the air.

Ming Yue pulled the quilt to cover him, "Mr. Ling."

"Nuan Nuan is afraid of needles. She was afraid when she was a child. She would never get an injection if she could take medicine. But some medicines are too bitter, and she can't take them."

"Miss is grown up now, so she is not afraid of these things anymore."

"I'm still afraid," Ling Shaocheng said firmly. Ming Yue followed his gaze, wondering if he was hallucinating. If it’s over and it’s not replaced in time, she’s afraid of dying.”

"Then I'll find a group of people to show her."

Ling Shaocheng smiled softly and closed his eyes tiredly.

The two children were taken home by Ling Nuanqing, she opened the door and went in, and saw Fan Xiaozhu sitting on the sofa.

"bamboo."

Fan Xiaozhu was startled, and turned to look at the door, "Nuan Nuan, are you okay?"

"What's the matter with me?"

Fan Xiaozhu got up in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to grab the crutches. She limped forward, and Ling Nuanqing hurriedly greeted her, "Go slowly."

"Let me take a good look." Fan Xiaozhu squeezed Ling Nuanqing's face hard, as if not believing it, and turned it around several times, the pain caused Ling Nuanqing to burst into tears.

"You let go, it hurts to death."

"Why can't I reach you by phone?"

"I don't know either, Bamboo, I vaguely feel that something is wrong with this matter."

Fan Xiaozhu saw the two little ones following behind, so she glanced behind them. "Where is Ling Shaocheng?"

"He has something to go out."

"Are you really all right? Haven't been kidnapped? Haven't been beaten?"

Ling Nuanqing wanted to cry but had no tears, "Can't you expect me a little bit?"

Fan Xiaozhu really wasn't joking with her, "Ling Shaocheng came to look for you, and couldn't get through to your phone number. He was going crazy, and then he didn't know who to talk to, so he asked her if you were in his hands? I didn't hear clearly The content of the call, but I heard something about life and death, my heart is about to break."

Ling Nuanqing came back with Mingyue, but Mingyue didn't mention this at all along the way.

"No one caught me, no one tied me up, it must have been a mistake."

Perhaps, Ling Shaocheng was too worried, so he went around looking for people to ask her news.

Seeing that she was fine, Fan Xiaozhu finally felt relieved, and could forget about other things.

The two children shared the bed with Ling Nuanqing at night, she woke up early the next day and went to the kitchen to get busy.

Ling Nuanqing saw that it was almost time, and planned to ask the children to eat.

She walked to the door and heard a conversation inside, "Why are you crying? Wipe away your tears quickly."

Yan Yan's voice was full of grievances and a hint of getting up. "Brother, do you miss Dad?"

"Fortunately."

"I thought, I want to cry when I don't see my dad, and I want him to braid my hair."

Lingling glanced at her sister's bird's nest head, and sighed helplessly, "Mom can do it too."

"Father's hand is more skillful, and the weaving is more beautiful."

Afraid that she would freeze, Lingling pulled the quilt over Yanyan's shoulders. "Don't say this in front of your mother, she will definitely feel uncomfortable."

"why?"

"Mom loves us so much, she finally expected us to come back, but..."

These words, just like the little traitors who defected to the enemy and betrayed the country, Ling Nuanqing took them for a few years and hid them by his side, isn't it better than Ling Shaocheng's time?
"Brother, I don't mean anything else. I just miss my father, just like I miss my mother when I am around my father."

Ling Nuanqing leaned against the door panel, feeling sore and unbearable, she took a deep breath, pretended she didn't hear anything, knocked on the door and went in.

For a whole week, there was no news from Ling Shaocheng.

Ling Nuanqing couldn't hold back her words, so she called Ling Shaocheng, but Ming Yue answered the phone.

He said that Ling Shaocheng was busy and couldn't pick him up.

Ling Nuanqing was full of doubts, no matter how busy he was, it was impossible not to call back afterward.

"Mom, I forgot a painting book at home, I want to go back and get it."

Ling Nuanqing was absent-minded, and found a new notebook from the drawer and handed it over. "Use this."

"No, that's a story I created. I've drawn half of it before, so I can't stop it."

Yanyan hugged her leg and shook it twice, "You can help me get it."

Ling Nuanqing has been worrying in her heart for the past few days, and actually wants to go and have a look, "That's good."

She did not expect to meet Mingyue at Siji Yunding. When Ling Nuanqing entered the door, she could smell the aroma of vegetables wafting from the kitchen. The servant wiped her hands and smiled unnaturally, "Miss, what do you do?"

"Oh, Yan Yan left something behind, let me come and pick it up."

Ming Yue was coming down from upstairs, he wanted to turn back, but Ling Nuanqing had already seen him.

"Mingyue?"

He was carrying a huge garbage bag in his hand, the black bag was almost hanging down to Mingyue's feet, he walked down step by step, not in a hurry, but his eyes were cold and strange.

"How did you come?"

"Is he back?"

Mingyue sneered obviously, "Miss Yan, are you missing Mr. Ling?"

Here it comes again, with such a strange ambiguity, "I see you are here, then he must be back."

"No, Mr. Ling is still out of town, I just came here early to clean up."

Ling Nuanqing stared at the garbage bag, "But you shouldn't need to do this kind of thing yourself, right?"

"What are you suspecting?"

"No," Ling Nuanqing took a step forward, stepping up the steps, "I'll leave after I get my things."

Ming Yue was worried and followed her closely.

If Ling Nuanqing wanted to go to the children's room, she had to pass Ling Shaocheng's master bedroom. Seeing that the door was closed, she took a step closer and reached out to press the doorknob.

"Miss Yan!"