private marriage

When Ni Lei went out, she almost bumped into Ming Yue who came in.

She was so angry that her face turned liver-colored, and her high-heeled shoes were still on the spot.

Ming Yue entered the room and saw Ling Shaocheng going upstairs, "Mr. Ling, the car is ready."

"I'll come down right away." Ling Shaocheng was worried and went upstairs to have a look.

Listening to the TV in the room was always on, and he was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom with his pants on, looking at a photo.

This was taken by Aunt Zhuzi when his mother picked him up to play with Yanyan.

It is also the only photo of him. My mother is very careful not to let others see the photo of the three of them in the same frame.He sleeps with his small schoolbag in his arms, and this photo is hidden in the interlayer inside.

Yanyan loves sweets, but her mother has to control her diet because of her illness.

The girl in the photo is holding an ice cream in her hand, her eyes are smiling like crescent moons, and the corners of her mouth are still stained with milky white.

Lingling doesn't know when he will be able to go back, but at least Yanyan can be with her mother now.

There were footsteps passing by outside, "Listen."

Ling Shaocheng entered the bedroom, but he didn't see the child. He came to the bathroom and opened the door.

Just as Ling Ling stuffed the photo into her trouser pocket, she jumped up from the toilet, her little face blushing, "You...why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"

"I'm going to work, how about you?"

"I'll stay home."

"I'll let your Uncle Mingyue stay with you, and the school affairs can be arranged in these two days."

Nodding his head, Ling Shaocheng's attention was attracted by the corner of the photo that was left out of his trouser pocket, "What is this?"

Ling Ling lowered her head to look at her eyes, and quickly covered them with her hands. Although she wanted to pretend nothing had happened, she was a child after all. "nothing."

"let me see."

Ling Shaocheng's tall figure walked in, and Lingling stepped back, "This is my privacy."

"Then show me your privacy."

"Privacy is something no one else can touch."

Ling Shaocheng stretched out his big hand, but Lingling had no choice but to hold the photo and hide it behind his back.

"A photo with your mother?"

He listened and shook his head. "no."

"That's the girlfriend?"

With a cruel heart, Ling Ling quickly tore up the photo and threw it into the toilet next to it.

Ling Shaocheng stared blankly, only to see that Lingling pressed the switch, and the water rushed down with the broken photos. After the water flow calmed down, a small corner was not washed away.

Ling Shaocheng glanced, it was the figure of a child holding an ice cream in his hand.

Shocked, Lingling stood in front of him, "Why don't you take it out? You can take a look at it."

Ling Shaocheng was so angry that the top of his head was smoking. Looking at it again, the child in the photo seemed to be wearing a pink top, right?

Or is he wrong?Ling Shaocheng really wanted to look at it again, but Lingling's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and when he flushed the water for the second time, he finally washed away the broken corner of the photo.

Ling Shaocheng's expression became displeased. "What the hell is hiding in your heart?"

"I won't show you my mother."

This said.

"Do you think I don't have a picture of your mother?"

Ling Shaocheng made so many photo albums for Ling Nuanqing, and kept them in the study room from childhood to adulthood, "If you don't show it to me, don't ask me for your mother's photo in the future."

The man turned around and was about to leave. When he reached the door, he turned his head and stared at Linging again. "Why are you wearing girls' clothes?"

With such a handsome face, he will definitely be a spirited guy in the future. If others know this, it will be dark history.

"Your mother—" Ling Shaocheng's temples were throbbing, and he thought for a second, "Could it be that you are hiding something?"

Lingling was about to be overwhelmed, the atmosphere was too tense and scary, he pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, his mother said that Ling Shaocheng is very smart, he needs to be very careful to deal with it.

What if Ling Shaocheng found Yanyan through this pink coat?
Ling Shaocheng stepped forward with doubts in his eyes, and the two met their gazes, as if they were secretly discussing each other.

"I see." Ling Shaocheng finished his sentence, and Lingling's heart was about to jump out, "In order to prevent me from finding you, didn't your mother not only let you board, but also let you dress up as a girl?"

That woman is really cruel and heartless, plus...inexplicable!
His Ling Shaocheng's son was actually raised by a bitch?

Lingling nodded quickly, "It's not such an exaggeration, my mother said that I look white and look good in pink."

"Listen to her—" Ling Shaocheng swallowed the latter word forcefully, "stay away from her from now on."

Ling Shaocheng still had urgent matters in the company, so his mind was stimulated by this, and he left angrily.

Ling Ling stared at the toilet, feeling sorry for the only photo of him.

The preparations for the tattoo studio went smoothly, and Yu Chang found a very good store. It used to sell niche handicrafts, and the decoration was very distinctive.

He has just obtained the relevant certificates, and in the past two days, he has purchased beauty beds, tool racks and other items. Everything is ready, and he is waiting for the business to open.

Ling Nuanqing and Fan Xiaozhu went to hand out leaflets during the day, and when they were free, Ling Nuanqing checked Weibo to see if there were any customers who needed customization in the forwarded comments.

At noon, Ling Nuanqing was standing on the edge of the square. Many white-collar workers came out to eat after work. She walked over with the leaflets. "Hello, do you need to know more about tattoos?"

"no, I'm fine."

She quickly moved on to the next one, repeating the same words.

Ling Nuanqing was afraid of the sun, so she wore a black baseball cap with a ponytail poking out from behind the brim.Wearing a khaki short windbreaker, she was rejected countless times, but the smile on her face remained undiminished, and her white daddy shoes stepped on the broken yellow leaves...

The wind blew gently, and the sun jumped on the corners of Ling Nuanqing's eyes and brows. She had a clean demeanor, just like a college student.

Ling Shaocheng was sitting in the car, and the car was parked beside the road, he was a little fascinated, she should look like this.

"If you just want a fresh picture, I suggest you try this one. If you don't like it, you can wash it off. The patterns in our store are all self-made, so you don't have to worry about hitting the street..."

A fashionable girl was moved, Ling Nuanqing quickly took out her phone, "Add me on WeChat."

She enjoyed the life of standing under the sun like this. Ling Nuanqing took a deep breath and raised her face slightly. She could always find a way to comfort herself.

Ling Shaocheng's sudden appearance might not be a bad thing, at least now she has the courage to stop hiding.

Ling Nuanqing saw a car parked on the side of the road, but she didn't recognize that it belonged to Ling Shaocheng.

She walked over quickly, trying to put a flyer in the car.

Ling Nuanqing came to the car and couldn't see if there was anyone in it. She stood in front of the car and stuffed the leaflet in her hand under the windshield wiper.