private marriage

Ling Shaocheng let go of his hand, and the plane fell back again.

Yan Yan came over quickly and took the remote control away from him.

"Mom, you really need to take care of your husband. If you continue like this, you will be beaten."

Ling Shaocheng's hands were empty, and he raised them up, with a smile that could not be concealed from the corner of his mouth.

"Who is Mom's husband?"

"You!" Still pretending to be confused, don't come to grab children's toys if you don't want to be beaten.

Who is this relationship with him?

Ling Nuanqing turned her head and was about to leave, Ling Shaocheng pushed the wheelchair back, raised his hand to hold her wrist, "Why are you annoyed again?"

"Who is annoying, I just have to deal with some things, and I have a picture to show the client."

Ling Shaocheng rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand, and pulled Ling Nuanqing closer to her. His face was pressed against her hand, and Ling Nuanqing could not clearly see Ling Shaocheng's expression at this time.

"I know that you have no name or distinction with me now, and I have wronged you."

Ling Nuanqing wanted to pull her hand away, "This is what you think, don't look so depressed, I'm not as depressed as you think..."

Ling Shaocheng raised his handsome face, his eyes fixed on Ling Nuanqing, and he stopped her at the right time. "But I see you're not happy."

This man probably has persecution delusions.

"Seeing you bullying my son and daughter, can I still be happy with you?" Ling Nuanqing twisted her wrist and forcibly broke her hand away.

She turned and went back to the house, but he couldn't catch up, Ling Shaocheng saw the two children playing vigorously.

"Speak."

Sitting on the grass, Yan Yan didn't think it was dirty, and when he heard his calling, he looked wary. "Is something wrong? Dad."

"Come and stay with Dad."

Yan Yan shook his head, Ling Shaocheng had no choice but to push the wheelchair forward, "Look at me like this, I suffer a lot every day."

"Then how long before you leave?"

"It's hard to say, the doctor said to rest for a few months."

Seeing his appearance, Yan Yan was really pitiful, "That means sitting or lying down every day."

"Yes."

Yan Yan stood up immediately, threw himself in front of Ling Shaocheng and hugged him, "Father, don't be afraid, I will stay with you well at home."

"As expected of my father's good daughter," Ling Shaocheng put his arms around Yanyan lightly, "then you can lend me the little plane for a while."

Yan Yan's original movement of patting Ling Shaocheng's back stopped, and she quickly backed away from his arms, picked up the plane on the ground and ran away.

Asking her for a toy is another matter.

Ling Shaocheng asked Ming Yue to come in, and told him to go to a nearby shopping mall to buy a new one and send it over.

a few days later.

Ling Nuanqing stood on the balcony, watching Ling Shaocheng playing with the remote control airplane in the yard.

The level is getting higher and higher, and I will never run amok again. It should be too boring, so I will play such an airplane every day.

At night, when Ling Nuanqing went downstairs, she didn't see the two children. "What about listening and speaking?"

"Ming Yue took it out for dinner."

Ling Nuanqing still felt quite strange, "Why did you go out to eat suddenly?"

"Yanyan is clamoring for pizza."

When she approached the dining table, she saw that the table was covered with dishes, all of which had been delicately arranged. Judging by the knife skills and cooking methods, it might be from the hands of famous chefs.

Indeed, Ling Shaocheng invited two private chefs over tonight, and he signaled Ling Nuanqing to sit down.

There were champagne roses in the vase by her hand, and the faint fragrance lingered in her nostrils, "What is this for?"

"Looking at your hard work recently, please have a good meal."

With Ling Shaocheng like this, it is inconvenient to go out. There are reporters squatting outside Four Seasons Genting every day, and he doesn't want to be someone's gossip.

There was red wine on the table, Ling Shaocheng asked Ling Nuanqing to pour it.

As soon as she picked up the wine glass, the lights in the restaurant were turned off. There were candles next to the vase, and the open flame was slowly fluttering with the leaking wind.

The candlelight reflected Ling Nuanqing's face, which was extraordinarily beautiful and charming.

Ling Shaocheng reached out to the chair next to him, took one of the remote controls, put the thing on his lap, and operated the putter while Ling Nuanqing was not prepared.

He practiced thousands of times, just for tonight.

Ling Nuanqing heard a small rumbling sound, she put down the red wine glass she was about to bring to her mouth, "You don't want to play now, do you?"

A remote-controlled plane came from not far away, and Ling Nuanqing wanted to cry, "Ling Shaocheng, are you still a three-year-old child?"

He practiced so much that his fingers were almost calloused, and now the plane seemed to understand his words. It came to Ling Nuanqing, the wind blades supported the heavy fuselage, and the few spots on Ling Nuanqing's forehead Strands of hair were blown away.

She saw that there seemed to be a letter tied to the remote control plane, Ling Nuanqing blushed slightly, and did not reach out to take it.

"What are you doing?"

Is it...

Is it a marriage proposal?right.

Ling Nuanqing suddenly felt helpless, "I won't take it."

"It's just a piece of paper."

Ling Nuanqing hesitated, but Ling Shaocheng was not in a hurry, "I owe you this, let's see."

He owed her a lot and wanted to pay her back everything.

Ling Nuanqing stretched out her hand and untied the letter from the remote control plane. She was about to open it when she heard Ling Shaocheng say, "Nuan Nuan, do you remember when you were ten years old?"

ten years old?

It's so far away, I've forgotten it.

Ling Nuanqing thought that Ling Shaocheng would write a series of love letters, but when she opened the letter paper, she looked up and wrote to her when she was a child.

Nuan Nuan: "Happy growth ceremony. Before you know it, you are ten years old. Today, you need to try to be independent and learn to take responsibility."

For some reason, Ling Nuanqing's eyes were instantly red, her nose was sore, and tears were pouring out desperately.

She really forgot many things when she was a child. She didn't know that Ling Shaocheng had also written her a growth message, but other children were blessed by their parents. She was different.

Ling Shaocheng wrote it, but never sent it.

For more than ten years, the original letter is still there, stuck in Ling Shaocheng's photo frame, and has never been seen by anyone.

Ling Nuanqing's eyes continued to fall: "Every teacher hopes that you will become a prosperous future and attract the attention of everyone, but compared to this, I hope that you will be free, independent and interesting."

When Ling Shaocheng wrote this passage, he would never have imagined that the blessing he gave her back then would be torn to pieces by his own hands one day.

Her freedom was taken away by him.

He accompanied her step by step and witnessed each other's growth, pain and loss. All Ling Shaocheng has been asking for is that she live well.

It's just that some things went against their wishes, which caused them to go wrong.

Ling Nuanqing wiped her eyes with her hand, "Why are you showing me this?"

"I think it was very beautiful back then. You only depended on me and regarded me as the closest person."

Ling Nuanqing didn't think this letter was so sensational, but just thought of the past between her and Ling Shaocheng, and thought of the little girl standing beside him, being hugged and led by him, and how she followed this man step by step. big.

Her small footprints stepped on every familiar place, and there was Ling Shaocheng's shadow there.