private marriage

Back at Siji Yunding, Mingyue wants to send Ling Shaocheng upstairs.

"Go back."

"I'll take you up."

Ling Shaocheng seemed to be awake, "I know what you're going to do, I've been taking the medicine, so don't worry."

But why do you still get sick after taking medicine?

Ling Shaocheng tapped on his temple, "Ni Songchang won't let Ling Nuanqing go because I neglected her, I can tell..."

When Ming Yue heard about it, he also had confidence in his heart. Most likely, what happened tonight had stimulated him.

"The photos have already been released, so don't think about it tonight."

"Mingyue, go back quickly, I'm tired and need to sleep."

Ming Yue watched Ling Shaocheng walk upstairs, he knew his temper, so he didn't dare to follow.

When Ling Shaocheng returned to the house, he didn't go to the bathroom immediately. He took out his mobile phone, his trouser pocket was soaked, and the mobile phone couldn't be turned on at all.

Ling Shaocheng opened a bedside table, there was a new mobile phone in it, he took it out and walked to the window to pace.

He still remembers the phone number of his parents. He lingered for so long and didn't dare to dial.

But he must tell them that he has a child, a very pretty girl.

Ling Shaocheng pressed a series of number keys on the screen with his fingers, his heartbeat started to speed up, and he even thought about what to say in the first sentence.

Long time no see, he should call mom first.

Ling Shaocheng put the phone to his ear full of anticipation, but he heard a mechanical female voice coming from inside, it was an empty number.

Impossible, he won't remember wrongly.

Ling Shaocheng called another number, which was also the same empty number.

Why is this happening?

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Ling Shaocheng lightly bumped his head against the window.

The next day.

The bedroom door was unscrewed, and a small figure slipped in, and the people behind couldn't hold her back.

"Yanyan!" Lingling lowered her voice, trying to drag her back.

Yan Yan turned to look at his brother. "What are you doing?"

"Don't go, what if it's inconvenient?"

"What is inconvenience?"

I really don't understand the words, so I asked solemnly.

Lingling stamped her feet anxiously, "Anyway, come out soon."

"do not want!"

Yanyan shook off Lingling and rushed in quickly, when she reached the end of the bed, she lifted the quilt and crawled in, found Ling Shaocheng and got over it.

The man was in a deep sleep when he felt something moving in front of him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a fluffy head poking out from under the quilt. Ling Shaocheng stared intently, and slid into his arms affectionately. "dad."

"Good morning, Yan Yan."

The daughter raised her head and kissed him on the chin, "It's a bit prickly."

With sleepy eyes, Ling Shaocheng pulled her into his arms and hugged her, "Dad didn't shave."

Yanyan touched his chin, and Lingling came to the bed quickly, and was relieved to see that there was no one else in the bed, "Yanyan, come down quickly."

"Don't come down."

"Are you ashamed, you are a girl."

Ling Shaocheng turned around and looked at his son, he was fully awake now, and stretched out his hand towards Lingling. "You come too."

The boy put his hands behind his back, "I'm not, I'm not a three-year-old anymore, I need to act coquettishly with adults."

With some disdain on his face, he walked out with his hands behind his back like a little adult.

Yan Yan sat up from the quilt, "Hmph, I'm only three years old, I'm going to be with my dad, a little bit—"

Ling Shaocheng rubbed his daughter's head, it was cloudy and rainy outside the window, it seemed that the weather was not good, and it would definitely rain for several days in a row.

"Dad, I miss mom, can you take mom over here?"

Ling Shaocheng looked at the ceiling above his head, "OK."

"Really?" Yan Yan climbed onto him, his eyes full of hope.

"real."

"Yeah, that's great!"

Ling Shaocheng gently stroked his daughter's head. He made a phone call last night, and he remembered it clearly.

But he didn't realize until today, how could he still have his parents? His parents were gone, didn't he come here all these years like this?
After Ling Shaocheng got up, he had breakfast with his two children.

Ming Yue was waiting for him outside. After the man got into the car, he took out his cell phone to check. "The photos are very clear and well done."

Ming Yue turned sideways and first observed Ling Shaocheng's complexion. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his face was radiant, and he was familiar with him again.Ming Yue lightly raised the corner of his lower lip, "From the time the woman entered the private room to the time she left the hotel holding Ni Songchang's hand, the timeline has been arranged for him. Besides, the media is best at catching rumors."

The car drove out of the Four Seasons Genting, just over a speed bump, and before it had time to refuel, it was blocked by a group of people.

"Mr. Ling, can you say a few words? Were you with Ni Songchang yesterday?"

"It is said that someone else was there at the time, is that true?"

Ling Shaocheng signaled the driver to stop, he lowered the window on one side, and a figure was looming inside. The reporters squatted down, but they could only see the upper half of Ling Shaocheng's face.

"Why, who stipulates that you can't bring your female companion with you when you eat?"

"You mean... was there really someone to accompany you last night?"

The corners of Ling Shaocheng's mouth curled up, "Yes, my uncle and I just had dinner together, do you need to bite so tightly?"

"Then, who is the woman who walked with Ni Songchang last night? You all know each other, right?"

Ling Shaocheng looked at the microphone that was desperately trying to squeeze it into the car window, and he pushed it symbolically, a little impatiently. "How can I know? It's just a woman, what are you going to do?"

To him, it's just a woman, he's a businessman, it's the most normal thing to do.

Ni Songchang didn't respond all the time, but now Ling Shaocheng has come forward to admit it. This matter can't be suppressed.

Once a character like Ni Songchang gets involved with a woman, it will be really troublesome.

The driver tapped the gas pedal, and now the reporters had a lot of news to play freely.

a few days later.

Yan Yan lay on the balcony and looked not far away. There was an exquisite cabin next to this villa, and people had been coming in and out these days.

She stared curiously, seeing a group of people moving something into it.

"Brother, is that a bed?"

"Why move the bed?" Lingling raised her head casually, "We have such a big villa, the upper and lower floors, and the rooms are all empty, why do we need to put a bed in it?"

"Maybe it's for my mother."

"impossible."

Yan Yan looked over there eagerly, and Teng Teng dragged her to build blocks, but she didn't go either.

When Ling Shaocheng came back, he saw Yanyan was still on the balcony, "It's cold outside, why don't you go inside?"

Yan Yan stood on tiptoe and saw someone carrying a painting passing by.

"Dad, can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

Yan Yan pointed to the hut, "Is that for my mother?"

Ling Shaocheng's tall body leaned against the railing, followed the prestige, and nodded. "yes."