private marriage

Ling Chengxian couldn't control the expression on his face, his brows were raised with a bit of disdain.

Ling Nuanqing wouldn't listen to him, Ling Shaocheng's phone rang, he looked at the caller ID, and quickly put the phone to his ear. "Hello."

"dad."

Ling Nuanqing stood beside her, and she heard her father's voice very clearly. She seemed to be choked by someone, and her legs that were about to step out were also stopped.

"Yanyan." Hearing his daughter's voice, Ling Shaocheng seemed to melt, "Have you had dinner? What are you doing? You can't watch more TV..."

Ling Nuanqing pinched the back of her hand, trying to pretend to be indifferent.

"I want to eat the cake my father bought for you. I see that you have eaten a lot. Can I buy it for you later?"

Lingling was putting together building blocks in the children's room. Yanyan sneaked out to make a phone call. She sniffed her nose and had a strong nasal voice. Ling Shaocheng felt distressed, "What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

"Dad, I miss my mother, I want to see my mother."

My brother always doesn't let her talk or show it, but she can't help it.

Ling Shaocheng was silent for three or two seconds, looking at Ling Nuanqing next to him, he handed the phone to Ling Nuanqing's ear, she was anxious to avoid, but was retrieved by Ling Shaocheng's long arms, and was forcibly fixed in his arms.

"Mom is here, let her talk to you."

"Really?" A soft and innocent voice came from the other end of the phone, with some tentativeness. "Mother?"

"Speak."

"mom!"

Ling Nuanqing's nose couldn't help sour, "What are Yanyan doing?"

"I'm calling mom."

Ling Nuanqing wanted to laugh again after hearing this, "What about brother?"

"He likes building blocks recently. He is building an aircraft carrier with thousands of parts. Mom, he is really fascinated..."

Ling Nuanqing smiled when she spoke, "What do Yanyan like?"

"Dad bought me a house full of toys, Barbie dolls, and tons of new clothes..."

Ling Nuanqing listened quietly, but suddenly heard her daughter cry, "But I want to go home, Mom, I miss you, and I want to be my father and mother, when will you come pick me up?"

She thought her heart was as strong as a city wall, but a hole was easily dug by Yan Yan's words, Ling Nuanqing was caught off guard.

"Speak well and don't cry."

"Mom..." Hearing the words, she cried even louder.

Ling Shaocheng took the phone back. "I'll be right back with mom."

"really?"

"real."

Ling Shaocheng coaxed his daughter a few words, then hung up the call, Ling Chengxian shook Ren Ran's hand. "let's go."

They are all parents, who can bear children like this?
"I'll go back and take a look, I'll ask you out next time." Ling Nuanqing stepped forward to hug Ren Ran, "Drive slowly."

"it is good."

Yan Yan went downstairs after making the phone call, and was waiting for Ling Nuanqing in the living room.

After finally hearing the sound of the door opening, she hurriedly got up, afraid of being disappointed, she kept her eyes on the door until she saw Ling Nuanqing's figure coming in.

"mom!"

Yan Yan ran towards Ling Nuanqing with open arms, and when he reached her, he hugged her leg tightly. "You are finally here, I miss you so much."

"Mom misses you too." Ling Nuanqing knelt down and hugged her in her arms, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look beautiful again."

"Where's brother?" Ling Shaocheng took out a pair of slippers, put them at Ling Nuanqing's feet, and looked at his daughter gently.

"upstairs."

"Then let's go upstairs."

Although Ling Nuanqing was somewhat repelled, she still stood up with her daughter in her arms. She followed Ling Shaocheng up, but after walking up a few steps, the man stretched out his hand to help her, "I'll hug her."

"No, I have strength."

When a few people came to the second floor, they saw a door being opened suddenly, and the voice of listening was very anxious. "Speak!"

He ran outside, saw Ling Nuanqing, and finally felt relieved in Lingling's heart. He was so fascinated by the assembly just now, and only after he regained consciousness did he realize that his sister was not there.

Ling Nuanqing walked towards her son quickly, stretched out her hand and rubbed his little head, and without saying a word, she hugged her leg tightly with both hands.

Ling Shaocheng was really willing to spend money on the two children, wishing to buy a toy that was limited edition, Ling Nuanqing sat on the floor of the children's room, watching Lingling continue to build Lego.

Dozens of pages of blueprints were densely drawn, and Lingling was half built, but there was a part that needed skill and couldn't be pushed in.

He handed Lego to Ling Nuanqing. "Mom, press it for me."

"How to press?"

Ling Nuanqing took it in his hand and glanced, "I don't know how, I'm afraid it will fall apart."

"Mom, I believe in you, let's do it."

Ling Shaocheng sat cross-legged on the side, Ling Nuanqing clumsily poked with his finger, poked again, and finally pressed hard.

With a click, half of the parts fell to the ground, and half of the model that had been built with great difficulty fell apart.

Ling Ling hissed, not to mention how exciting her expression was, Ling Nuanqing yelled, only half of the bow of the boat was left in her hand.

"I'm sorry, listening, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." Lingling hurriedly picked up the parts one by one. "You can't lose it, not even one piece."

"Mom, you are really good at wreaking havoc," Yan Yan clicked his tongue, "Brother has been dating for several days."

"Say a few words less." Linging quickly stopped talking.

Ling Shaocheng glanced at the drawings, picked up the fallen parts, and quickly built them up. His hands were extremely fast, as if all kinds of problems could be easily solved in his hands.

Lingling couldn't help but leaned over to take a look, and felt that it wasn't enough, so she simply moved her buttocks and sat next to Ling Shaocheng.

Maybe this is what the parenting book says, the benefits of fathers taking care of their children?

Boys who grow up with their fathers will be braver and more hands-on, right?

Ling Nuanqing was a little lost in thought, and Yan Yan took her hand. "Mom, I drew a new picture, it's beautiful, I'll take you to see it."

Yan Yan was anxious to ask for praise, so she forced Ling Nuanqing to get up, and the two came to a room, Yan Yan opened the door and was about to enter.

Ling Nuanqing hurriedly held her back, Yan Yan turned her head and smiled at her, "Dad praised me for my good drawing and said that I would frame it."

She forcibly dragged Ling Nuanqing into it. This was Ling Shaocheng's bedroom. As soon as Ling Nuanqing stepped into it, she felt an obvious sense of suffocation.

The painting was placed on Ling Shaocheng's bedside table, Yan Yan ran forward, picked it up and showed it to Ling Nuanqing. "Does it look good?"

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "nice."

"It hasn't been painted yet."

Yan Yan took the painting, ran to the table, and opened the drawer.

This was specially arranged for her by Ling Shaocheng, and it was filled with colored pens of various colors.

Ling Nuanqing stood by the bed for a while, seeing that Ling Shaocheng's bedside table was not closed tightly, she stretched out her hand like a ghost, and gently opened it to look.

There were several medicine bottles inside, and each bottle was filled with unknown medicines.