private marriage

"You kicked me?"

"Can't you see if you have eyes? You are the one who kicked." Ling Nuanqing wanted to hit him with the things in his hands, but he thought about it and didn't waste the food.

"Spray your anger on me, you are so brave."

"Mr. Ling is happy now, can I go?"

Ling Shaocheng glanced at Ling Nuanqing from top to bottom, "You said if I hadn't caught you back then? Where would you be now?"

"Following the class leader and flying high, the children have already had a litter, okay?"

"Seeing someone's daughter, how do you feel?"

Ling Shaocheng is a pervert who likes to base his happiness on the pain of others. Ling Nuanqing rubbed his eyes, "Sad, sad, heartbroken into pieces..."

Ling Shaocheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him, seeing clearly whether there was a single tear in her eyes, then he let go of her hand.

"I can do whatever reaction you like to see, sad or angry? Painful? Bao Jun is satisfied."

"So you don't feel it?"

"Even if he's not married now and we can be together, I won't choose him again. He doesn't have the ability to protect me."

Ling Nuanqing looked directly into the man's eyes, "So I ask Mr. Ling to raise your hand..."

"You think I care? You have had so many men in the past five years, what is a Cheng Yici?"

Ling Nuanqing was already invulnerable, Ling Shaocheng's words couldn't penetrate her heart, she turned and left, and her lonely figure was drawn into a long line.

Ling Shaocheng himself didn't understand why he was so entangled. Now that his son is in his hands, what else does this woman deserve him to get close to?
On the day when the tattoo studio opened, Ling Nuanqing and Fan Xiaozhu were very busy in the shop.

Ling Nuanqing put out the fruit plate and snacks, and someone knocked on the door outside. "Hello."

She walked out two steps and saw that the other party was wearing the overalls of a flower shop, "Someone sent a flower basket."

Ling Nuanqing couldn't think of who it could be. She went outside and saw a large truck parked at the door, which was full of flower baskets.

The staff were moving down the flower baskets one by one, Ling Nuanqing stared blankly, "Are these all for us?"

"Yes, you count, there are a hundred in total."

"Who sent it?"

The man placed two flower baskets at the door of the store, "There are names on them."

Ling Nuanqing looked at one of them, which said the old friend, Wang Amao.

Another impressively wrote the old best friend, Zhao Agou.

Isn't this just to entertain people?
Fan Xiaozhu came out from the house, "Oh dear, who is so generous?"

She glanced at the names on the flower basket, her face was livid with anger. "Which bastard did it?"

Soon, the entrance of the studio was filled with all kinds of flower baskets, all of which had strange names, such as Qian Tiezhu, an old friend of twenty.

What else is Li Damao.

Ling Nuanqing asked the florist to spread the flower baskets along the two sides, there were a hundred of them, that's called mighty.

Ling Shaocheng was sitting in the office at this time, listening to Mingyue answering the phone, "Got it."

The assistant hung up the phone and looked at him, "Mr. Ling, I have delivered all the flower baskets as you ordered."

The man turned the signature pen in his hand, thinking of Ling Nuanqing's possible embarrassment and anger, the corners of his mouth were already drawn away.

"What did she say? Are you making a fuss?"

"No," Ming Yue said after taking a step to the side. "The person in the flower shop said... Miss received those flower baskets, so she asked a question."

"Ask who sent it?"

"She asked if the baskets had been paid for."

After all, one hundred is not a small sum.

Ling Shaocheng's face froze slightly, "And then?"

"As soon as she heard that she had given money, she was very happy to accept it, and took off all the cards on it with Fan Xiaozhu in the store."

The flower baskets that were sent over now supported Ling Nuanqing's appearance. There were other shops that opened on the same day on the same street, but her posture was beyond the reach of others.

Ling Shaocheng slapped the signature pen on the table, and he was very upset when he heard Ling Nuanqing's indifferent reaction.

Fuchen tattoo studio.

It was newly opened, and many customers came to the store. There were brightly colored balloons tied to the railings and flower trees in the yard. Several couples came in. Ling Nuanqing and Fan Xiaozhu rushed to say hello.

After being busy for a while, I heard the sound of the door being pushed open violently, and the hanging wind chime made a harsh sound.

A few men came in, glanced at Yu Chang who was standing by the side, and asked directly. "Which one is Ling Nuanqing?"

The other party's tone was not kind, and Yu Chang's expression dropped instantly. Ling Nuanqing hurriedly got up and went over, "There is no such person here."

The man had seen Ling Nuanqing's photo and recognized her immediately, "You are the one I was looking for."

"Excuse me, is something wrong?"

The man looked at the store, and there were quite a few people standing there. With one hand on his waist, he pointed at Ling Nuanqing with the other, "A third party dares to come out to open a store blatantly. You've made others feel ashamed. I'll let you do it today." Try what is the retribution that the third party should have..."

He saw a statue of a lucky cat on the front desk, picked it up and smashed it to the ground.

The customers in the store were all terrified, but the door was blocked and they couldn't get out, so they all looked at Ling Nuanqing.

Fan Xiaozhu heard the voice and ran down from upstairs, "Whoever dares to make trouble, die!"

Yu Chang shook his head lightly at her, Ling Nuanqing's expression remained indifferent. "You have found the wrong person."

"Fart, I recognize your face!"

Seeing that this group of people were going to smash things up, Ling Nuanqing was already prepared, "Stop it, I'll make a call."

How could those people give her time to rescue the soldiers, they would start smashing anything they saw, Ling Nuanqing quickly put the phone to her ear, "Hello, Mrs. Ling."

When the leading man heard this, he first stopped the people under him.

Ling Nuanqing turned and went upstairs, and only after entering a room did she find out the address book and actually called Ni Lei.

The other end has already prepared, so it will be connected soon. "Hello."

"The people in my store, are you calling here?"

"Who are you?"

"It's no fun playing riddles like this. Mrs. Ling is not a dare to do it, is she?"

Ni Lei sneered on the other end of the phone, "How's it going, happy opening, isn't this a good gift?"

"Ni Lei, does Ling Shaocheng know what you did five years ago?"

Ni Lei's voice changed instantly, "What have I done?"

"Medicine, you gave me the medicine that made him unable to move. If he finds out about this, will he let you go?"

"Ling Nuanqing, you—"

"As long as Mrs. Ling doesn't take the initiative to trouble me, this matter will become an eternal secret between us. You must still want to say that there is no evidence for it?" Ling Nuanqing walked to the window, opened the window and saw There are also customers lingering in front of the store. "Back then, I recorded all the scenes of you giving me medicine."

"I do not believe."

"You can only believe, don't you know who Ling Shaocheng is? Don't give him a chance to kill you."