private marriage

She reached for the phone, but Ling Shaocheng grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

"Oops," Ling Nuanqing exhaled in pain, "You messed with my hair."

Ling Shaocheng combed the comb down lightly, "Can't you concentrate?"

"I still find it strange that Zhuzi hasn't contacted me these days. I looked for her, but she didn't call me back."

Ling Shaocheng concentrated on the movements in his hands, but there was still something wrong between his brows. "You offended her, did you forget?"

"Where did I offend..." Ling Nuanqing suddenly thought of Ling Shaocheng showing a horror movie, "You did that!"

"But I'm venting my anger for you. She will definitely hate you now."

No way, Ling Nuanqing took the phone over, but after taking a look, she realized that it was a harassing call.

"I apologized to her."

"You women are the meanest, hold grudges."

Just as Ling Nuanqing was about to refute, she saw the makeup artist coming over, took her hand and wanted to do her nails.

Yan Yan is particularly smug, and she can already make a concave shape for the camera. If your shoulder hurts, touch it, your jaw hurts, touch it, all the classic movements have been mastered by her.

It's just that when it's the turn of two adults to take pictures, it's extremely awkward.

Ling Nuanqing wished she could stay away from Ling Shaocheng, Yanyan pushed her aside, "Mom, you can't stand by, it won't look good when you take pictures like this."

Ling Shaocheng was sitting on a chair, and Ling Nuanqing was pulled to sit beside him by two children.

Her whole body was stiff, and her face was also stiff. Lingling and Yanyan stood behind them respectively, staring anxiously on the small elevated table.

"Mom, you look uglier when you smile than when you cry."

Ling Nuanqing didn't expect to be so disgusted by others, "Mom is already smiling very hard."

"If I were a mother, I would wake up laughing in my dreams," Yan Yan put his arms around Ling Nuanqing's neck. "Having such a handsome son, and a daughter who is more beautiful than a princess, and most importantly, having such a rich husband! Mom, how happy you are."

Ling Nuanqing was really amused by the words, Ling Shaocheng was sitting upright, it was the first time he took such a photo with her, he was actually a little nervous.

The photographer gestured in front, "Come closer, come closer, it's best to hug your waist."

Ling Nuanqing's body tensed even more, and Lingling and Yanyan looked at each other, and the tacit understanding between twins was revealed now.

The two pushed Ling Shaocheng and Ling Nuanqing's heads respectively, they bumped into each other lightly, and the photographer clicked the shutter.

The family returned to Four Seasons Genting after dinner. Ling Nuanqing was almost half paralyzed from exhaustion. After taking a hasty shower, she lay down on the bed.

But the more tired she was, the more she couldn't sleep. She got up and turned on the computer, and read all the private messages and messages on Weibo, forums, etc.

Ling Nuanqing entered a college student forum and saw that someone had left a message for her.

She clicked in and saw that it was Ye Shengjing.

He must have something urgent, so he has been looking for her for several days.

Ling Nuanqing sent him a message back. "What's up?"

There was a message over there soon. "I thought you disappeared, and I couldn't get through the phone, and I couldn't find you on WeChat. Something happened to your friend."

Ling Nuanqing was the first to think of Fan Xiaozhu, her typing fingers trembled, "What happened to Zhuzhu?"

"I've deleted the last video, but I don't know who restored it. Now... everyone knows about it."

"What?" Ling Nuanqing was extremely anxious, "Why can it be restored after deletion?"

"If it is a relatively powerful hacker, it can be done."

Ling Nuanqing took the mobile phone and called Fan Xiaozhu, but no one answered.

"I couldn't reach them, no one answered the phone, and I couldn't find anyone on WeChat."

A line of words quickly jumped out on the screen. "It's the same as we can't contact you. Obviously, someone has cut off your connection with the outside world."

Ling Nuanqing's heart sank heavily, except for Ling Shaocheng, who else would do this?

"How's the bamboo? Do you know?"

Ye Shengjing was silent for a moment, Ling Nuanqing urged impatiently. "say something."

"It's not good. Someone came to Yu Chang's house. He was going to discuss marriage. I didn't expect to see that video, and then he took a picture of the table and left."

Ling Nuanqing leaned back weakly, but she couldn't imagine who Fan Xiaozhu had offended. Could it be... from the Ni family?
There were footsteps and voices outside the house, Ling Nuanqing quickly closed the page and closed the computer.

When Ling Shaocheng pushed open the bedroom door, he saw Ling Nuanqing sitting on the bed, getting ready to sleep.

He happily stepped forward, "Choose photos with me tomorrow."

"Can you choose so soon?"

Ling Shaocheng sat down on the edge of the bed, "Anytime is fine."

Ling Nuanqing didn't have the heart to think about anything else at all, she barely drew the corners of her mouth, "I haven't been able to contact Zhuzhu for many days, I'm so flustered."

"What are you panicking about?" Ling Shaocheng turned his gaze away from her, "She is recuperating well there."

Ling Nuanqing put her hand in front of Ling Shaocheng, "Lend me your phone."

"doing what?"

"My phone may be broken, I'll call Zhuzhu."

Ling Shaocheng held Ling Nuanqing's palm expressionlessly, "I don't have my mobile phone with me."

Her expression flashed a bit complicated, but Ling Nuanqing quickly hid her back, "You can buy me a new mobile phone tomorrow, I can't find bamboo to talk to, it's boring."

"If you're bored, just talk to me."

He didn't know that Ling Nuanqing was burning with anxiety at this moment, wishing to break out of this cage and see what was going on with Fan Xiaozhu.

She can go out to choose photos tomorrow, at least she still has a chance to go out.

Ling Nuanqing endured it, and the next day, the family went out happily.

Two children chattered in the back row, Yan Yan leaned on the shoulder of the listening. "Do you still have to choose photos? I have good-looking ones, and I want them all."

Ling Nuanqing's mind was very chaotic, and soon came to the studio, the manager greeted him at the door, "Mr. Ling, I can arrange someone to come over with just a call from you. Look, you even made a special trip."

"It's okay, just take the kids out to play."

Ling Nuanqing was absent-minded the whole time, and halfway through the selection, she got up and went to the bathroom.

She called Fan Xiaozhu, but no one answered.

But the phone showed that there was a message coming in, it was a simple audio, Ling Nuanqing clicked on it after hesitation.

"The other party's meaning is very clear. If we want to continue, this video will be released publicly. Mr. Ling, do you want to continue?"

Then came Ling Shaocheng's voice, "Continue."

"Mingyue, suppress Fan Xiaozhu's video if you can. It's best not to be exposed."

What he said was just the best.

And what's the continuing thing in that conversation?
In the final analysis, it was Ling Shaocheng who caused the leak of the video.