private marriage

He naturally hoped that the old man would accept Ling Nuanqing sincerely. If he just asked her to come over for a meal, it would be too much of a fuss for Ling Shaocheng to go in and ask for someone like this.

"Mingyue, you have people guarding you, let alone a car, even if you come out alone, you have to question me carefully."

"Yes."

Ling Nuanqing stayed in the old man's study, she couldn't help but look in his and Uncle Feng's direction.

The two looked serious, and she couldn't understand what they were talking about.

There are footsteps coming from outside the house, and it doesn't look like a person, every step seems to be stepping on the tip of Ling Nuanqing's heart.

Her heartbeat accelerated, and her eyes couldn't help but glance towards the door.

There was a knock on the door, and Uncle Feng came in.

Several strong men walked in, their gazes fell on Ling Nuanqing, and everyone's expressions were fierce.

She couldn't help stepping back, fearing that these people would make a sudden attack, and she wouldn't even have time to call for help.

Uncle Feng went to the window to answer the phone, he almost didn't say anything, just answered lightly. "Um."

Those subordinates were about to approach Ling Nuanqing, but they were stopped by Uncle Feng. "Are there any rules? Didn't you see that the master has guests? Go out and talk about something."

Uncle Feng walked to the door first, and several people heard the words and looked at each other. These are people raised by Uncle Feng, how could they not understand the meaning of his words.

They followed Uncle Feng outside, and Ling Nuanqing's suspended heart settled down again, the old man's face became even uglier, he left Ling Nuanqing there and almost ignored her.

After a while, Uncle Feng returned to the house, "Miss, lunch is ready, let's go down and eat."

"it is good."

Ling Nuanqing didn't want to stay in the study either, she was very depressed.

Uncle Feng walked up to the old man, and handed him the wet towel on the table, "Wipe your hands too, it's time to eat."

Seeing Ling Nuanqing go out, Uncle Feng said, "Mr. Ling is here, and his people are guarding the front and back, so you can't act rashly."

"So fast?"

"You also know that this is his baby, and it's not okay to disappear from under your nose for a moment."

The old man wiped his hands clean and slammed the towel on the table. "Then just kill him at home!"

"Don't do it, don't you want Mr. Ling's life too?"

Outside the old house, little drops of rain fell on the glass windows, and Ling Shaocheng's vision quickly became blurred.

He looked at his watch from time to time, a little impatient, not knowing when the meal in it would be.

The old man pretended he didn't know anything, and didn't send anyone out to invite him.

Seeing that it was almost time, Ling Shaocheng opened the car door and got out.

Ming Yue held up an umbrella and wanted to follow in, but Ling Shaocheng put out the cigarette in his hand, "Just wait in the car."

He walked into the courtyard of the old house, which had remained unchanged for decades. The two locust trees in the southeast corner of the courtyard were older than him, with thick trunks. When the wind blew, rain fell from the gaps between the trees.

Ling Shaocheng didn't have many good memories here, he was indifferent by nature and was not close to everyone.

The old house is not his home, even colder than his heart.

He walked in step by step, and there was a rough cobblestone path under his feet, and the end could be seen at a glance.

Ling Shaocheng seemed to be able to see himself sitting on the steps not far away when he was a child, looking forward to the stars and the moon, but he couldn't wait for his parents to come back.

And at that time, uncle and aunt would bring Ling Zhixia and Ling Chengxian over, a family of four neat and tidy.

Uncle couldn't help sighing when he saw him, and wanted to touch his head, but Ling Shaocheng didn't like such touching.

In the eyes of others, he is a poor person.

Ling Shaocheng's fingers holding the handle of the umbrella were cold, and his knuckles turned pale.

This kind of repression gradually became an invisible shackle, until he met the abandoned Ling Nuanqing.

At that time, he was still an immature little adult, he couldn't take care of people, and he couldn't comfort people.

Everything is so busy, but warm and satisfying.

Ling Shaocheng held an umbrella and came to the door, the door was not closed tightly, and he could vaguely hear voices inside.

The old man's chatter and laughter came to Ling Shaocheng's ears, he put the umbrella aside, pushed the door open and went in.

Ling Nuanqing was eating with the old man, seeing Ling Shaocheng coming in, she was about to put down the bowl.

There was a fleeting displeasure in the old man's eyes, "The boss is here."

"Grandpa, why didn't you call me for dinner?"

"Did you come here to find anger? You didn't quarrel with me any time. Whenever I saw you, I would skip a bowl of rice."

Ling Shaocheng walked to the dining table and glanced around at it. “The dishes are good.”

"It's all here, sit down and eat."

"No, I've eaten it."

Ling Shaocheng walked up to Ling Nuanqing, stretched out his right hand, and put it on the back of her chair.

Ling Nuanqing quickly cleaned up the last two mouthfuls of rice in the bowl. "Grandpa, I'm full."

"Why do you eat this, like a kitten."

"I've eaten a lot today, mainly because the food here is delicious."

Mr. Ling seemed very happy, and nodded with a smile. "Well, come and eat with grandpa more often in the future."

Ling Nuanqing naturally agreed first. "good."

"Grandpa, there is something urgent at home, we have to go back quickly."

Old Master Ling knew that Ling Shaocheng didn't want to stay here, what else could he be urgently doing now?

Ling Nuanqing was very obedient and had already stood up. "Goodbye, Grandpa."

It's meaningless for the old man to force him to stay, "Nuan Nuan, come back another day, grandpa will teach you how to practice calligraphy."

"it is good."

Ling Shaocheng held Ling Nuanqing's hand, which was quite warm, the two walked out, and the man picked up the umbrella at the door.

The rain was a bit heavy, and the splashed water stains could stain the trousers, Ling Shaocheng handed the umbrella to Ling Nuanqing, "Take it."

He walked down the steps first and bent over to carry her on his back.

Ling Nuanqing looked left and right. "don't want."

"hurry up."

She definitely couldn't hold him back, Ling Nuanqing was afraid of being seen, so she quickly rushed behind Ling Shaocheng and jumped on him.

He didn't expect Ling Nuanqing to be so strong, Ling Shaocheng rushed forward two steps uncontrollably, and quickly grabbed her leg, "Have you become a ball recently, very heavy?"

"No, I... I just had dinner."

Ling Shaocheng weighed it down, "It's a bit heavy."

Ling Nuanqing held the umbrella high in one hand, and wrapped the other around Ling Shaocheng's neck, "If you talk about it again, I won't open the umbrella for you, and I'll make you drenched in water."

"Okay, let's not talk, I have to beg you to hold your umbrella properly."

Ling Nuanqing put her face on Ling Shaocheng's shoulders. When she was carried by him when she was a child, she felt that his shoulders were broad and powerful. After all these years, they were still the same.

The rain was pattering on the umbrella, and there was constant noise, but her heart was as calm as water.

The old man was watching from the door, the darkness in his eyes was very dark, very dense, very gloomy...