private marriage

The next morning.

Ling Nuanqing fell into a drowsy sleep, and vaguely heard the doorbell ringing all the time.

She stretched out her arm and checked her phone. It was only five o'clock.

She slept very late last night, and now she is not in the right state, Ling Nuanqing stepped on her slippers and walked to the door. "Who is it?"

The people outside the door didn't answer, she looked through the cat's eyes, and it turned out to be Ling Shaocheng.

Ling Nuanqing opened the door, leaned against the door frame, squinted at him, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

"I'll pick you up and go home."

"It's only five o'clock and he's still sleeping."

Ling Shaocheng pushed Ling Nuanqing away, she pressed the door panel with both hands, but he still squeezed her in. "I can't sleep without listening."

What a joke, my son is not a sleep aid, and besides, didn't he sleep in the past five years?

She chased after Ling Shaocheng, barely holding his arm, "Lingting is still sleeping, don't wake him up."

"I'm not noisy."

Ling Nuanqing was helpless and a little angry, "Ling Shaocheng, you..."

When the man reached the door of the room, he pulled his arm out, and looked at Ling Nuanqing with some mockery in his eyes. "I'm not here to look for you. I've already given you my son all night."

The implication is that she is acting affectionate here.

Ling Nuanqing followed into the bedroom, and Ling Shaocheng came to the bedside, only then did he see the two little guys next to each other, soundly asleep.

Ling Nuanqing hurriedly explained, "Yanyan played here very late last night, so he just slept here."

"You let them sleep together?"

"Well, I'm only five years old..."

Ling Shaocheng took off his coat and shoes, "If my son's reputation is ruined, it's all your fault."

No, what is he going to do?
Ling Shaocheng lifted the quilt and was about to get under the quilt. The two children slept too deeply and had no intention of waking up.

"You go to bed like this?"

She almost forgot that Ling Shaocheng was very disciplined, this kind of thing of going to bed without changing clothes was firmly forbidden by him before.

"You go about your business." Ling Shaocheng was lying next to Lingling, the boy was soundly asleep, maybe he was still doing his dream of transforming into an Ultraman and fighting monsters.He lowered his body, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ling Nuanqing was still standing beside the bed. "what are you doing?"

She suffered from severe sleep deprivation and was not prone to seizures, so she walked out angrily.

Ling Shaocheng looked at his son's sleeping face. The child has been sleeping by himself since he went to Siji Genting.

After familiarizing himself with everything in the bathroom, he takes a shower, washes his hair, and changes his clothes. Many times when he returns home, he has fallen asleep obediently under the quilt.

Ling Shaocheng pushed back the hair in front of Lingling's forehead, his face was obviously tired, his sleep has not been very good, he had to take medicine to barely fall asleep.

Last night, the top of the cloud was empty throughout the four seasons, and he couldn't sleep even more.

Ling Shaocheng hugged the son in his arms tightly, resting his head on Ling Nuanqing's pillow, the faint fragrance soaked into the tip of his nose, like a good hypnotic.

Ling Nuanqing lay on the sofa for a while, and slept until around seven o'clock before getting up to make breakfast.

The room was quiet, everyone seemed to be sleeping, but Yan Yan was the first to wake up.

Her bright black eyes were like two little longan, staring at the ceiling, she wanted to see if the mother and brother next to her were awake, but when she turned around, she saw a handsome face.

Yan Yan's eyes were obviously enlarged, and Ling Shaocheng was lying on his side, facing her, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

Afraid of waking him up, she turned over cautiously, Yan Yan stared at Ling Shaocheng's face, it looked so good, even more handsome than the best-looking PE teacher in their school.

If Dad went to the parent-teacher meeting with her, Tongtong, Zhenzhen, how much would they envy her?
At that time, there will definitely be many people around her, asking her who is this?Thinking of this, Yan Yan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but now no one knows that she has such a father.

Ling Shaocheng didn't sleep for a long time this time, and he vaguely remembered having a nightmare. He was standing on a tall building, holding Lingting in his arms, but he saw a vague figure of a child rushing out...

When he opened his eyes, he broke out in a cold sweat, only to see a girl staring at him.

Ling Shaocheng withdrew his gaze, saw that Lingling was still sleeping, and then turned his gaze back to Yanyan's face.

The girl smiled at him, and fell asleep directly after drying her hair last night, and now her hair is all curled up, like a cute Barbie doll.

Ling Shaocheng became uncomfortable being stared at by her, and even wanted to push his son to wake up, so as to relieve the embarrassment.

Yanyan put his hand to his mouth and blew a kiss to Ling Shaocheng.

Today's children...are they all this capable?
Ling Shaocheng can't blow her a kiss back?

"I'm getting up." He's not fit with kids, he needs to escape.

Yan Yan hurriedly got up from the bed, "Uncle, can you comb my hair?"

"I do not know."

"I can teach you." Yan Yan got out of bed as soon as he said that, ran into the bathroom without his slippers on.

When she came out again, she had a comb and a large handful of leather ropes in her hand, and she stuffed the comb into Ling Shaocheng's hand.

He didn't know how to start, "You can go to your sister-in-law, or you can go to your aunt."

He also woke up when he heard the voice, and poked his head, "Give her a comb, maybe you will have a daughter in the future?"

Ling Shaocheng didn't understand the deep meaning in these words, another daughter?With whom?Is Ling Nuanqing?
Yan Yan leaned on Ling Shaocheng's lap consciously, looking at the girl's hairy hair, but the man didn't know where to start.

"What do you like?"

Before Yanyan could answer, Ling Shaocheng heard Tingling's mocking voice, "Could it be that you know how to weave your hair?"

No, like him, I'm afraid he doesn't even look like a ponytail?

Yan Yan turned around and smiled at Ling Shaochengyang. "As long as it's made by you, it will look good."

Lingling wanted to say something else, but when she saw the light at the bottom of the Yanyan pool, she swallowed those words back.

Ling Nuanqing's room was not big enough to store other sundries, so Ling Shaocheng sat on the edge of the bed and took a comb to comb Yanyan's hair.

Ling Nuanqing gently turned the doorknob, and she heard the voice clearly just now, but the room was quiet at this moment.

She walked a few steps inside, first she saw a figure, Ling Nuanqing couldn't help but pause, and saw Yan Yan leaning on Ling Shaocheng's body.

The man held a lock of the girl's hair in his hand and was braiding it meticulously while asking her, "Does it hurt?"

"No pain."

Ling Nuanqing's heart seemed to be hit by something heavy. She seemed to have returned to many years ago. This scene is so familiar, she must have experienced it.

She was also like now, leaning on Ling Shaocheng's lap while the boy behind her braided her hair and asked her for a comb from time to time.

At first, he was clumsy, always hurting her, and pulling out a lot of hair.

At that time, the family was so big and big, but they were the only ones who accompanied each other, eliminating the deepest desolation in my heart...