private marriage

The mobile phone Ling Shaocheng was holding was almost crushed by him, and the errand runner was also hesitant, should he answer it or not?
At this time, there was a movement at the door of the bedroom, Ling Nuanqing poked her head out, and the screen swept over, but she couldn't see whether she was wearing clothes or not.

Ye Shengjing couldn't wait to issue the order to evict the guests. "Let's go."

After thinking about running errands, he still took those two Durex away.

He quickly went downstairs and came to Ling Shaocheng's car, Ming Yue gave him a small sum of money as a reward.

The errand man still held two condoms in his hand, "This...can you give it to me?"

Ling Shaocheng glanced over and almost gouged him to death.

The car was silent, Ling Shaocheng pushed the door open again, and Ming Yue followed closely, "Didn't she stay in the room? That means..."

"What else can you explain? It was stripped naked!"

"But if you go up like this, what if she doesn't even open the door?"

"Then you slam the door down."

This Mr. President is really not afraid of embarrassment if his name is not right.

Mingyue failed to hold him, the man entered the elevator, and soon came to the floor where Ling Nuanqing lived.

He walked to the door, and the door of Ling Nuanqing's house was closed. Ling Shaocheng rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door for him.

At this time, who can take care of him?
Maybe the two of them were tossing each other in the room. To use a saying on TV, her underwear was hanging on the man's strong arm, and he hugged the weak and boneless her...

"Ling Nuanqing, open the door for me!"

Ling Shaocheng simply slapped the door panel with his hand, the sound was extremely loud, but the door panel did not move at all.

Ling Shaocheng took two steps back, raised his long legs and kicked over, bang——

The whole building seemed to be shaking, and the door panels were trembling, but the people inside just refused to open the door for him.

Ling Shaocheng called Ming Yue to his side, "Remove the door."

At this time, the door of the next room was gently pushed open, and half a small figure squeezed out, staring in Ling Shaocheng's direction.

Seeing him, Yanyan couldn't hide the joy on his face, "Are you looking for auntie?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Some scenes are not suitable for children to watch.

"Auntie is still having dinner."

Children are naive, what about dinner?Ling Nuanqing will obviously be pressed on the bed and eaten violently.

Ling Shaocheng suppressed his anger, "Do you know the password of this door?"

"I know."

Ling Shaocheng hurriedly asked. "How many?"

"547..."

In the middle of speaking, a palm lightly pressed her head, and Ling Nuanqing appeared behind her, "You are not allowed to tell others the password. What if this is a bad person?"

Ling Nuanqing took Yanyan's hand and came out from the inside. She was neatly dressed. In such a short time, she should not have rolled off the bed and ran to Fan Xiaozhu's house.

When Ling Nuanqing saw him, she had no intention of paying attention to him at all. The little girl next to her was more loving, her eyes were bright, and she shouted crisply, "Uncle."

Ling Shaocheng didn't know how to say hello, so he watched Ling Nuanqing bring Yanyan home, he quickly followed, and saw Ye Shengjing still sitting on the sofa.

"Mr. Ling?" Ye Shengjing was taken aback, "You haven't left yet? You won't be hiding and peeping at us all the time, right?"

There was no obvious mess or anything wrong in the room. It seemed that the things Ling Shaocheng imagined didn't happen, and it seemed ridiculous that he stayed here.

"Mr. Ling, the door was almost smashed by you. Will you pay for it?" Ye Shengjing looked at him with a smile.

Ling Shaocheng left without saying anything.

On the way back to the Four Seasons Genting, Ling Shaocheng didn't say a word. When he got home, Lingling had already gone upstairs after dinner.

Ling Shaocheng walked into his room and saw the child lying on the desk and drawing.

Hearing footsteps coming in behind him, he didn't turn his head back when he listened.

Ling Shaocheng walked to his side and leaned against the edge of the table to watch him.

Neither father nor son spoke. After a long time, Ling Shaocheng broke the silence, "Your mother, do you have a boyfriend?"

"I don't know. That's her business. My mother is so beautiful. It's normal for many people to chase her."

Ling Shaocheng became even more frustrated, "But you have a father."

"I don't know how to call her boyfriend a father, why are you so excited?"

Ling Shaocheng snatched the brush from Lingling's hand, "She can't have a boyfriend."

"Why?" Listening looked at him innocently.

Although he is only five years old, he is not easy to coax. The breakthrough that Ling Shaocheng thought of is not sure if it will work, "If she marries someone else, you will have a stepdad. Can a stepdad treat you well?"

"You think too much. Didn't I follow you? What does it matter to me if a stepfather is not a stepfather? Unless you let me live with my mother."

There was a hint of disbelief in Ling Shaocheng's eyes, "Don't you object?"

"As long as that person treats my mother well, I'm sure I have no objection. She needs someone to love her well."

"No, you have to object!"

Ting Ting had some trouble communicating with him, and he repeated what he said just now solemnly. "I will bless my mother."

Ling Shaocheng almost spat out a mouthful of blood, which really gave birth to a debt collector.

Ling Nuanqing thought that Ye Shengjing's enthusiasm was only two or three days old, so naturally she would not come to her again after a while.

But from this point of view, the situation is not optimistic.

Fan Xiaozhu pulled Ling Nuanqing aside, "It looks serious."

"Impossible. He just has a grudge against Ling Shaocheng. When he finds out that I'm not of much use, he will naturally change his target."

At this time, Ye Shengjing was lying on the tattoo bed, his upper body was exposed, and Ling Nuanqing had to let Ling Nuanqing practice with him.

"I'm just getting started, and I'm not proficient in techniques. I'd better let Yu Chang do it for you?"

"I asked you to draw a picture on my waist, and I didn't ask you to tattoo me. If the drawing is ugly, just wash it off."

Since someone is willing to be her model, Ling Nuanqing can't wait to ask for it.

Ling Shaocheng's car was parked outside the studio, he looked at Lingling next to him, "Get out of the car."

"Are you bringing me to see Mom?"

Ling Shaocheng's eyes fell not far away. There was a car parked there. He had already had someone check Ye Shengjing, and the car belonged to him.

"Do you miss your mother?"

"Yes, of course."

Ling Shaocheng reached out to push the car door, "Then you will pester her for a while and ask her to take you to play, you understand?"

"Okay." Listening could not help but nod.

As soon as Ling Shaocheng led the boy in, Fan Xiaozhu rushed forward excitedly. "Listen, my little one."

"Godmother."

Fan Xiaozhu rushed over to hug him, but was separated by Ling Shaocheng's arms, "Where is Ling Nuanqing?"

"She... is upstairs, and there are guests."

Ling Shaocheng wanted to go upstairs, but Fan Xiaozhu hurriedly stood in front of him. "You can't go."

"You think I want to see her?" Ling Shaocheng looked disdainful, "I sent her my son here, could it be that she has a relationship and doesn't even want to listen?"