private marriage

Ling Shaocheng's face turned cold, while Ye Shengjing smiled smugly.

"Mr. Ling's face can be controlled by any hairstyle. If you can't accept a bald head, you can also have a cropped head."

The corners of Ling Shaocheng's mouth curled up emotionlessly, as if he was staring at a clown, "It's up to you?"

"It's not that I did too much to you."

This is tantamount to riding on Ling Shaocheng's neck.

He stood up again, "Since Young Master Ye doesn't want to talk about it, forget it."

"I'm just curious to see how much weight Ling Nuanqing has in your heart? To see how far you can... sacrifice for her."

Without saying a word, Ling Shaocheng went to the door and opened it, only to see Ling Nuanqing standing outside.

Ye Shengjing's face changed slightly, and he didn't know when Ling Nuanqing stood outside, did he hear their conversation, and how much did he hear?

"Don't you want to eat? If you don't come for a long time, I will starve to death."

Ling Shaocheng walked outside, Ling Nuanqing glanced at the man in the box.

Ye Shengjing had a bad expression on his face, as if he was about to do something bad, but was suddenly caught.

Ling Nuanqing didn't like to think wildly, so she simply asked, "What weight can I have in his heart, and what can he sacrifice for me?"

Ming Yue followed, and slightly shook his head at Ling Shaocheng, "Miss and I just came here."

He couldn't stop her, but Ling Nuanqing didn't hear anything valuable, such as the monitoring issue they talked about before.

"Nuan Nuan," Ye Shengjing took a step after her, "I want to help you and take you away from him."

Ling Nuanqing didn't answer, and was carried forward by Ling Shaocheng.

No one can help her, she knows it well.

Back in the private room, Ling Nuanqing had already ordered the dishes, and Ling Shaocheng couldn't help becoming irritable when he thought of what Ye Shengjing was holding.

It's not that he didn't think of this before, but now it's even more imminent.

Ling Nuanqing glanced at the man beside her, and couldn't help but gradually move her gaze upwards, and saw Ling Shaocheng's thick and lush black hair.

Everywhere he goes, he dresses himself up properly. For so many years, this man's face has not left a trace of age, and God still cares for him.

Ling Shaocheng turned his head, the eyes of the two met, Ling Nuanqing hurriedly looked away.

Back at Siji Yunding, Ling Nuanqing went to the hut, Ming Yue endured all the way, and finally he was able to speak.

"Mr. Ling, I think Ye Shengjing is so crazy that he dares to make such a request to you!"

"What request?" Ling Shaocheng asked.

"I actually... want to push your hair off!"

Ling Shaocheng glanced at the man beside him. "Did you hear that?"

"When the lady and I arrived, I happened to hear him saying that if a bald head is not acceptable, a crew cut is also acceptable. At that time, I wished I could rush in and pluck all his hair."

When Ling Shaocheng heard this, he didn't feel angry at all, but he just laughed. "Ming Yue, don't be so angry."

"He really ate a bear's heart and a leopard's guts."

Ling Shaocheng nodded lightly, staring at Ling Nuanqing's back thoughtfully.

night.

Ling Nuanqing was rarely allowed to go to the main building. She nestled in the sofa and told stories to her two children.

As soon as the door was opened, Yan Yan turned his head away. "Dad is back!"

Ling Nuanqing didn't raise her head, but then she heard Yan Yan say. "Dad, where did your hair go?"

Ling Nuanqing couldn't help raising her eyes, Ling Shaocheng walked over a few steps, she huddled in the sofa, she could only raise her small face.

Ling Shaocheng actually shaved his head.

Ling Nuanqing opened her mouth involuntarily, jumped up with words, and opened her hands to hug Ling Shaocheng. "Dad, why did you cut your hair so short?"

Just like the little brother who is a soldier on TV.

Ling Shaocheng didn't seem to be able to laugh, but he still held his daughter in his arms. "Does it look good?"

"Father looks good even with a bald head."

The hair on the man's sideburns is particularly short, and the entire facial features look tougher than before, and every contour line is properly outlined.Ling Nuanqing has never seen Ling Shaocheng with such a hairstyle, his facial features are very resistant, if he was handsome before, now he is cold and sharp.

Ling Nuanqing couldn't help but take a second look, in fact Ling Shaocheng is suitable for this.

He was cold by nature, and looking at it now, he was even more heartless and indifferent.

"Why did Dad cut his hair?" Yan Yan asked again.

Ling Shaocheng pursed the corners of his mouth, which seemed to tighten even more.

"Speak well, let's play with my mother."

He put his daughter back on the sofa, turned around and went upstairs.

Listening and Yanyan looked at each other, "Mom, is he stimulated?"

Ling Nuanqing closed the storybook in her hand, if Ling Shaocheng just wanted to change his hairstyle on a whim, that's fine, but what if this hair was forcibly cut off?

She hesitated, and finally went upstairs.

Seeing that the door of the master bedroom was closed, Ling Nuanqing knocked on the door.

"Come in."

She pushed the door open and went in, just in time to see Ling Shaocheng coming out of the bathroom, he had just washed his head, and there were fragments of fine hair on his neck, a picture suddenly appeared in Ling Nuanqing's mind.

A group of people stood around Ling Shaocheng, and Ye Shengjing took a hair clipper and flattened Ling Shaocheng's hair.Although he was indifferent on the surface, he was humiliated and devastated in his heart...

Ling Nuanqing actually couldn't bear it, "What did he threaten you with?"

Ling Shaocheng turned around and walked in, as if he hadn't gotten used to the new hairstyle, he stretched out his hand to grab his hair, "Don't worry about it."

Ling Shaocheng sat on the edge of the bed and put the towel on his head casually. Ling Nuanqing couldn't see his expression. She walked up to him and wiped his hair twice.

"Now it's more worry-free. You don't need to blow your hair, and it will be dry in a while."

Ling Shaocheng held Ling Nuanqing's hand and looked up at her.

Ling Nuanqing felt a little angry for no reason, "Are you really confused? You just agreed to Ye Shengjing's request like this? He's going to shave your hair today, and maybe he'll ask you to run naked on the street tomorrow."

The corner of Ling Shaocheng's mouth twitched, "No, he dares."

"What is he afraid of? Look at your hair... It looks like it was bitten by a dog."

Ling Shaocheng's face changed slightly, and Ling Nuanqing realized that his tone was a little heavy.

"I mean, what's the use of shaving your hair? Can you guarantee that Ye Shengjing will do what he promised you? It's not impossible to backtrack, you really don't have to do this..." Ruin yourself.

Ling Shaocheng touched his hairline, "Is it ugly?"

"It's not that ugly, I just want to ask you, is it embarrassing?"

Ling Nuanqing's eyes flickered, "What if he has more excessive demands in the future? You just trust him like that, do you think he keeps his word?"

Of course not.

Ling Shaocheng put his arms around Ling Nuanqing's waist, and buried his face in front of her.That's why he won't let Ye Shengjing cut his hair, don't even think about it!