private marriage

"elder brother?"

Ling Ling's face was tense, she turned to look at the girl beside her, "Be good, go back to your room."

"Did Dad get beaten?"

"No," Lingling took Yanyan's little hand, trying to push her back to the children's room. "Hey, don't stand here."

"I do not want."

It was not so much arguing in it as it was the angry reprimand of Mr. Ling alone.

"Do you know what you did? Forget about the ridiculous things in the past, but now it's good. You haven't done much yet, and you know you're going to kill the donkey?"

Ling Shaocheng stood in front of the desk with one hand in his pocket. "Grandpa, I will take care of my own affairs."

"Are you planning to fight the Ni family to the death?"

"Not necessarily. It depends on whether Ni Songchang values ​​family affection or his own interests."

Mr. Ling clenched the crutch in his hand tightly. His own son didn't worry much about it, but the two grandsons who were separated from each other almost killed him. "Leilei was forced to surrender by you, right?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

The crutch in Mr. Ling's hand was slapped, and the first slap was on Ling Shaocheng's shoulder, and then on his arm and body. Ling Shaocheng never made a sound when he was beaten.But the two children could hear clearly from outside, it was clearly the sound of whipping, and it was very heavy, dull and muffled.

Yan Yan was so frightened that he stood still and did not dare to move, Ling Ling clenched his fists tightly, his teeth were clenched, and the expression on his face gradually became fierce.

"Don't hit my dad—"

Yan Yan rushed over first, pushed open the door and rushed in, and saw the crutch in Mr. Ling's hand raised in the air, "Don't hit my father."

The old man tried hard to stop it, the crutch was knocking down, Yan Yan threw himself into Ling Shaocheng's arms, the man reacted, and raised his hand to hold the crutch.

Lingling also ran in and stood in front of Ling Shaocheng and Yanyan. He opened his hands and glared fiercely at the old man in front of him.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Are you going to die?" Yan Yan desperately wanted to climb onto Ling Shaocheng, but the man bent down reluctantly and hugged her up.

Seeing the red marks on his neck, Yan Yan stretched out her small hand to remove the collar, and saw several swellings on Ling Shaocheng's shoulders, she was so anxious that tears flowed out. "dad--"

Ling Ling gritted her teeth, like an irritated lion cub.

Mr. Ling was stunned in place. "What is this girl calling you?"

"She is my daughter. Ling Nuanqing gave birth to a pair of twins."

Mr. Ling was furious, and nodded at Ling Shaocheng, but was speechless for a long time.

"Speak well, Dad is fine."

"Why did he hit you?" Yan Yan raised his sleeves and wiped his face, crying like a little cat.

Such a big matter, Ling Shaocheng actually concealed it all, "Do you still see me as a grandfather in your eyes?"

Mr. Ling tapped the ground heavily with his crutches, thinking that he was about to strike again, "You are not allowed to hit people."

The old man was taken aback again, and looked at the boy in front of him. The stubborn look was exactly the same as that of Ling Shaocheng when he was a child.

"You are still children, you don't understand."

"Anyway, you are not allowed to do it!"

Ling Shaocheng looked behind Lingling, he just thought that he didn't like his father all the time, so he refused to recognize anyone or call him.

"Be good, go back to the room with brother, father and grandpa still have something to say."

"Don't." Hearing this, Yanyan burrowed into Ling Shaocheng's arms, wrapped his hands around Ling Shaocheng's neck and refused to let go, "I won't leave, you will be beaten to death by him, you will be beaten to death... Yan Yan will have no father, I don't want to—"

The girl was crying loudly, as if Ling Shaocheng had been tortured just now.

The old man stared at the two younger ones, his heart was full of helplessness, he could only swallow back the words that he had taught Ling Shaocheng.

"Beating people can't solve the problem," Ling Ling said righteously, "I hope you can understand."

Mr. Ling was angry and funny, "Okay, you are protected now."

These sons and daughters, one strong and one soft, made him look like a big villain.

Not long after the old man left, Yan Yan went to find his mother again.

There is no way, my child, when I am afraid of helplessness, the first thing I think of is my mother.

As soon as Ling Nuanqing got on the phone, her crying came from the other end, and Ling Nuanqing was shocked. "Yanyan, what happened? Tell me well."

"Daddy is dying."

Ling Nuanqing's heart skipped a beat. "how come?"

"Really, I was beaten to death by my grandfather."

This should... not be the case, right?
Ke Yanyan cried very sadly on the other end of the phone, "Mom, really, I might die in a while, woo woo woo, I'm not completely dead yet..."

"Did Dad tell you to call?"

"No, Dad won't be able to go downstairs at all. Mom, I'm afraid, come here quickly." Yan Yan choked on crying and coughed unceasingly, Ling Nuanqing quickly agreed. "Okay, mom is here now, listen to mom and stop crying."

"it is good."

Yan Yan wiped away her tears and hung up the phone. She choked up twice, worried about Ling Shaocheng who was upstairs, and hurried upstairs again.

Ling Nuanqing took a taxi and hurried to Siji Yunding. When she reached the second floor, she could hear Yanyan's crying, and her voice was hoarse.

She couldn't help being surprised. Although she knew that it was common for the old man to beat people with his hands, he had a sense of proportion every time. Could it be that he really lost control and missed this time?

Seeing that the bedroom door was open, Ling Nuanqing walked in quickly, and Yanyan's crying became louder and louder.

When she saw Ling Shaocheng, the man was lying on the bed with his shirt off, and the two children were squatting on the left and right, and Lingting took a cotton ball dipped in disinfectant and kept wiping his wound.

Ling Shaocheng didn't feel much at first, but the two children were terrified and worried. One was in charge of crying and the other was in charge of applying the medicine. It's like he's sprinkling salt on his wounds.

"Stop crying, Yanyan, Dad is fine."

Yanyan said with a small face, "I don't want my father to die."

"I don't die, it's not so easy to die."

Lingling was still a child, and she usually had conflicts with children, even making small fights, but she had never seen anyone beaten like this.

He gritted his teeth, but his little hands were shaking all the time, Yan Yan looked up and saw Ling Nuanqing, stood up and jumped twice. "Mom, mom is here!"

Lingting followed with a relaxed expression, and looked up at Ling Nuanqing, with pleas for help in her eyes. "Mother."

Ling Nuanqing walked over, Ling Shaocheng turned to look at her, their eyes met, neither of them spoke.

"Mom, do you think Dad is dying?"

"I can't die." Ling Nuanqing stood on the sidelines, the so-called scourge lasted for thousands of years, how can it be so easy to die. "Speak up, don't be afraid."

"Mom, you can handle it for him." Lingling jumped out of bed, grabbed Ling Nuanqing's hand, and gave her the cotton swab again.

"Ling Ling has handled it very well, and there is no serious problem."

"No," Ling Ling shook her head stubbornly. "Wipe the medicine a few more times."

The worry in his heart is actually the same as words. The child is still young and afraid of losing, but he can't learn how to express it.

Ling Nuanqing was pulled to sit down, Ling Shaocheng looked at her with his face pressed against the pillow, his eyes were hot and affectionate, very unlike him.