private marriage

"What did you say?" The voice of the boy's mother was sharp and high.

"No." The child heard it, and burst into tears in a hurry, and the adults couldn't intervene at all.

The mother protected him behind her, and when she heard her son crying like this, she naturally felt distressed.

The cashier side of the small supermarket was crowded, and some stood up to act as peacemakers, "Forget it, it's not a big deal, it's still a child."

Ling Nuanqing stood by and didn't say a word, let alone Ling Shaocheng disagreed, she also felt that the other party's actions were not appropriate.

"It must be a joke. It's really not good. Can't I buy it? I bought it for your children."

Ling Shaocheng's anger was stirred up again. "Can I still understand that your son wants these things very much, but he doesn't want to spend money on them, so he puts them on someone else, and after he escapes the cash register, he will sneak behind us and put Take things back?"

When the boy's parents heard this, they exploded, "How can you talk like that? My son is so young, how can he have such thoughts!"

"Little friend." Ling Shaocheng glanced at the boy hiding behind the adult, he was still crying, and the sound became louder and louder, trying to tear people's eardrums apart.

The people next to him were also annoyed by hearing it, and covered their ears one after another.

"Which kindergarten are you from? I think it is very necessary for me to let your teachers and classmates know about this..."

The little boy was taken aback, "If you dare, I will kill you!"

When his mother heard this, she raised her arms and beat her up, "I'll make you worry every day, if I bring you out, I'll cause trouble, I'll beat you to death first!"

When this parent hit him, it was real, and he wanted to push him to the ground and stomp him hard.

Ling Shaocheng didn't say anything more, picked up his daughter and left.

Ling Nuanqing followed behind and heard Yan Yan asking Ling Shaocheng in a low voice. "Father, I think that brother is quite pitiful..."

"But he just doesn't clean up. If he doesn't have a long memory, he might do worse things in the future."

He seemed to understand but nodded his head. "I see, Dad is helping him, for his own good."

"Wrong," Ling Shaocheng put the hat on for her with a smile, "Father doesn't want my baby to be wronged, not at all, and besides my daughter, she is a person who can be considered vulgar even before her eyes. no?"

"Jinshan wow?" Yan Yan's eyes almost flashed a few big hearts. "I like it, can I have more chocolate?"

LING LING followed behind laughingly, knowing how to eat every day.

Back home, Ling Nuanqing asked Ming Yue to carry all the dishes into the kitchen, and Ling Shaocheng stood at the door to watch. "do you need my help?"

"Can you cook?"

"It's as if your craft is very good."

Ling Nuanqing is really not good at cooking, except for a little salty taste, it has nothing to do with delicious food.

In the evening, Yu Chang and Fan Xiaozhu came to help, and Ling Nuanqing was pushed out of the kitchen.

Bamboo said: "It's a waste of ingredients to ask you to cook, you go and set the bowl."

A dining table was crowded, and Yu Chang even brought wine from home, "Who wants to drink?"

Fan Xiaozhu raised his hand, but he pressed it down.

He looked at Ling Shaocheng who was sitting opposite, "Let's have a drink, two men."

"He can't," Ling Nuanqing was the first to refuse for him. "Have a drink."

"You say he can't do it in front of a man, you are wrong." Yu Chang poured Ling Shaocheng a small cup, but Ling Nuanqing thought that he was still sick, and his condition fluctuated from good to bad. , after all, drinking is of no benefit.

Before Ling Shaocheng reached out, she took the cup and drank it down.

There were several sips of wine in it, and she didn't feel it when she swallowed it, but when she drank the liquor, a burning sensation rose in her throat.

Ling Nuanqing's facial features wrinkled together, Ling Shaocheng quickly patted her on the back, "Crazy, I drank it all in one gulp."

Ling Nuanqing's tongue was almost pissed off, Ling Shaocheng picked up a chopstick dish and brought it to her mouth, she opened her mouth without thinking carefully.

"All right, all right, you can drink coconut juice." Fan Xiaozhu handed Ling Shaocheng a can of coconut juice.

I'm afraid that if he pours it again, Ling Nuanqing will rush over to grab it again.

After this dinner, Ling Nuanqing was dizzy, and everyone appeared to be doubled. Yu Chang's baijiu was very strong, 52 degrees, and a small glass could put a person down.

After dinner, Ling Nuanqing went to lean on the sofa, and after a while, she became lying down.

She didn't know when Fan Xiaozhu and Yu Chang left.

The two children were very good. After taking a bath and changing into their pajamas, they went to bed by themselves.

Ling Shaocheng walked lightly to the sofa. The heater was on in the room, so it wasn't cold. He covered Ling Nuanqing with a thin blanket.

Her small face was flushed abnormally, Ling Shaocheng bent down and sat down, lifted her head, and let her rest on his legs.

Ling Nuanqing slept quite comfortably, rubbing her cheek against Ling Shaocheng's thigh, he looked down, without any restraint when facing her.

He pressed his palms tightly to Ling Nuanqing's small face, it was extremely hot, and the pads of his thumbs caressed the corners of her eyes, she probably felt itchy, and moved her face to avoid it.

Ling Shaocheng's gaze gradually moved down. Ling Nuanqing was wearing a low-necked sweater, revealing her entire slender neck.

He slid his palm down, and he could feel the beating of her carotid artery in his palm. She was rarely so quiet, let alone lying on his body like this.

Ling Shaocheng's hand stopped there, and his little finger touched the edge of the blanket, as if he had touched a forbidden place.

His throat was rolling unbearably. There was no one here, and Ling Nuanqing would not make a movement of resistance. Ling Shaocheng moved his palm down, and quickly passed her high protruding collarbone, and then...

It is a piece of softness.

A small voice came out of Ling Nuanqing's mouth, Ling Shaocheng held his breath and concentrated, feeling unspeakably nervous and trembling, feeling his hands were shaking.

He was quite afraid that Ling Nuanqing would wake up suddenly, and then slap him and call him a hooligan and bastard.

But Ling Shaocheng was unwilling to stop like this.

He hasn't touched her for so long that he can't remember the days.

He lowered his body, his face was very close to her, and his breath was burning on Ling Nuanqing's face.

She was already hot, and this made her feel even more uncomfortable. She turned around, but Ling Shaocheng's hands were still in her clothes.

Ling Nuanqing didn't notice it at all, she raised her hand casually to the side of her face, she didn't know what she touched, she was dreaming, but Ling Shaocheng's face was not good-looking.

"you……"

Ling Shaocheng blurted out, his body tensed even more.

Ling Nuanqing didn't even know that she had caused trouble, and even moved her palm.

The man resisted getting up, then bent down and hugged her. The blanket on Ling Nuanqing fell to the ground, and a button on his chest was untied at some point. He hugged her and quickly walked towards the bedroom .