private marriage

two months later.

In the courtyard of Four Seasons Genting, delicate flowers are in full bloom, and the eyes are full of lush green.

Ling Nuanqing knelt on the ground with her legs open, and she said a word tirelessly, "Come here, come here, don't worry, walk slowly."

Mingyue was playing with the two little ones, and everyone knew what was going on, but if he didn't know, he would have thought there was a little life here, and Ling Nuanqing was coaxing the child to learn to walk.

Ling Shaocheng was also a little helpless, he had already lost his wheelchair and crutches, his less injured leg was fully able to move, but the other leg didn't dare to use too much strength, so walking was slower than normal people.

Ling Nuanqing patted her hands together, "Come on, good boy."

Ling Shaocheng stood where he was, "I'm not leaving."

"What's the matter? Are you getting emotional again?"

"I'm not a child."

Ling Nuanqing put her hand down, it's not that she looks down on him, isn't this a special situation? "The children are running faster than you now, do you want to call Ting Ling and Yan Yan?"

"forget it."

Listening is calmer, but speaking is different.

Seeing Ling Shaocheng stand up the first day, she was so happy, she kept saying that her father was well, finally able to run and jump, she grabbed Ling Shaocheng's hand and was about to run, almost knocked him down.

This is still my daughter.

Ling Nuanqing had been standing under the sun for a long time, it was a little hot, and her face was scalding hot.

She stood up and ran to Ling Shaocheng's side. Seeing that his forehead was also dripping with sweat, she raised her hand to wipe him off, "If you feel tired, shall we go inside for a rest?"

"No need." He reached out and hugged Ling Nuanqing's shoulder, "If I'm really tired, I'll let you be my leg."

Yan Yan took a balloon and ran beside her, but stopped when she heard this.

"Father, it's not that you don't have any legs, you still let your mother be your legs."

Ling Shaocheng smiled, and wanted to pinch his daughter's cheek, but she jumped away.

"Yes, Dad has legs, but he can't use his strength. I need Mom's help."

The words seem to understand, "Is it your third leg?"

"Yanyan!" Ling Nuanqing hurriedly stopped her daughter, and before Ling Shaocheng could react, her face was already flushed, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and play with brother."

Yanyan pursed her lips, wasn't she right?

"That's what Dad meant."

Ling Nuanqing raised her finger and put it to her mouth. It would be embarrassing if Ming Yue heard this.

If she didn't have such a big reaction, Ling Shaocheng probably wouldn't have thought of another meaning.

He would suddenly cast his eyes on her face, "So you..."

"What!" Ling Nuanqing went to cover his mouth first.

Ling Shaocheng raised his brows and eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled into a wanton smile, "Why are you guilty?"

"I'm guilty? I haven't done anything wrong, so how can I be guilty?"

Ling Nuanqing smiled dryly, but her face was blushing. She was so uncomfortable being stared at by Ling Shaocheng, she wished she could cover his eyes too.

Yan Yan ran away on his own, Ling Shaocheng tightened his arms around her shoulders, lowered his head and asked her, "Isn't the third leg that Yan Yan said right?"

"You are enough!"

"It's not enough, is it you who want to be crooked?"

Ling Nuanqing raised one leg, wanting to step on him hard, but thought that he had just recovered from a serious illness, what if he stepped on the wheelchair again after such a step?
Ling Shaocheng pointed to his two legs, then to Ling Nuanqing, "Aren't these three?"

Ling Nuanqing was so angry that she raised her hand and wanted to hit him.

Ling Shaocheng let go and dodged to the side, Ling Nuanqing chased after him, really wanting to give him a hard time.

Lingling has been staring at this side, seeing something wrong, so she ran over and grabbed her, "Mom!"

"what happened?"

He grabbed Ling Nuanqing's arm and dragged her to the side, away from Ling Shaocheng.

"Listen, what's the matter?"

Ling Nuanqing knelt down and straightened the brim of the hat behind him.

"Why are you chasing him? He can't run, so what if he falls?"

"Mom didn't hit him, it was just a joke."

Ling Ling was serious, and his tone was as if he was educating a disobedient child, "You can't play around, and you will be hospitalized if you stumble. Think about it, how serious is it?"

Ling Nuanqing could only smile apologetically, "Yes, my son is right, I will listen to you."

Lingling patted Ling Nuanqing's head, "Mom has been working hard recently, so let him be, who made him a patient."

This son is really sensible and has nothing to say.

Ling Nuanqing held him in her arms and kissed him again. "Okay, mom is also obedient."

Ling Shaocheng limped forward and rubbed his son's head twice.

"My son is so nice."

Lingling hurriedly pushed his hand away, his hairstyle has always been handsome, he stretched out his hand to tidy it up, and looked at Ling Shaocheng with Nuan Yang's gaze.

"You too, can't you not mess with Mommy Mao? Although she has a good temper, you are also very aggressive."

Listening is completely like a little adult, when he said these words, there was no trace of joking, and he was very serious.

Ling Nuanqing laughed so hard that her stomach ached, and the corners of her eyes curled up, "That's right, it's him who owed the beating, not mom's fault."

"You two..." Lingling shook her head, a little helpless, "Let's accommodate each other."

What else can I do?
Ling Nuanqing pressed her stomach with one hand, blinked her eyes and stared at Ling Shaocheng, "Did you hear that?"

"Okay, Dad will do it."

Ling Shaocheng wanted to bend down to kiss him, so scared that Lingling took two steps back, "I'm a man, and you are a man, don't be so nasty."

He can't stand this, so run away.

With Ling Shaocheng's current state, he doesn't expect to be able to catch up with him.

After dinner, the two of them played with Lingting and Yanyan downstairs for a while.

Ming Yue left early, made an appointment with others to have a candlelight dinner, and had no intention of staying here with them.

Ling Nuanqing came out of the shower, her hair was blown dry, and she tied it behind her head.

Ling Shaocheng was lying on the bed, tuning the channel with the remote control.

It seemed that there was no program he was interested in. Ling Nuanqing watched the screen switch constantly, she simply snatched the remote control, "Don't watch it."

"It's so early, don't you let me sleep?"

"You have tuned it all around, and it hurts my eyes."

Ling Shaocheng lifted the quilt and asked her to come over, "Let me see."

He grabbed Ling Nuanqing's arm and stared into her eyes, "Where does it hurt?"

"Go to sleep by yourself, I'm going to be on Weibo."

Ling Nuanqing was holding the phone and was about to open the page, but Ling Shaocheng snatched it and threw it aside.

"What's so good about posting on Weibo? It's better to post on you, it's fun."

As soon as Ling Nuanqing was about to say the words, Ling Shaocheng pushed her down in the big bed. Ling Nuanqing put her hands on his chest, "Stop making trouble, I still have work."

"Don't forget what you promised me before."

"Wh...what's the matter?"

"I'm all well now, full of strength."