The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

When Zhao Qing and Ling Xinyue arrived at the hospital, they were once again shut down.

Lin Weiwei had already left, but the two black-clothed bodyguards at the door were still there, no matter whether Zhao Qing spoke softly, begged or cursed, the two of them remained motionless.

She was so angry that she was about to collapse, Zhao Qing raised her eyes and saw Ling Ziyang who was sitting by the bed and cutting Ling Yuanshan's nails.

Thinking that Lin Weiwei had already returned to Ling's to prepare for tomorrow's annual meeting, and Ling Ziyang, who was supposed to shine at the annual meeting, was doing what nurses should do in the ward, Zhao Qing felt that her brain was hurting.

"Zi Yang, Zi Yang, come out for me."

Roaring loudly, Zhao Qing's eyes instantly turned red.

In the ward, Ling Ziyang frowned, cut Ling Yuanshan's nails slowly, put his hands back under the quilt, and then got up to go out.

He stood still when he went out, and before Ling Ziyang could ask "what's the matter", he was slapped severely by Zhao Qing.

With a crisp snap, the left side of his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Ling Ziyang's heart sank fiercely.

"Zi Yang, tell me, what are you doing here? Ah, what are you doing here?"

Tearing Ling Ziyang and dragging him to the end of the corridor, Zhao Qing was furious.

Zhao Qing didn't expect that she had calculated everything, but the only thing she didn't expect was that her son would do such a thing.

According to Zhao Qing's plan, Ling Yuanshan fell ill before the Ling's annual meeting. As long as he couldn't attend the annual meeting, the so-called heir handover ceremony couldn't continue.

After all, the alternation of old and new is between Ling Yuanshan and Lin Weiwei.

If Ling Yuanshan didn't show up, not to mention those customers and suppliers, even the company's shareholders and senior management would not buy Lin Weiwei's account.

At that time, as Ling Yuanshan's only son, Ling Ziyang's weight will be much heavier than Lin Weiwei's.

Of course, it would be even better if Lin Weiwei staged another scene of father-daughter love, staying in front of Ling Yuanshan's hospital bed and missing the Ling's annual meeting perfectly.

But Zhao Qing didn't expect that Ling Ziyang would become that dutiful son on the bedside instead of the planned scene.

"What are you doing here? Ah? I ask you, what are you doing here?"

Suppressing the full of anger and growling in a low voice, Zhao Qing's eyes were full of anger.

"Then where should I be?"

With a sneer, he opened Zhao Qing's hand finger by finger. Ling Ziyang pointed to the ward, looked at Zhao Qing disappointedly and said, "He is my father."

"When I was three years old, I was put on my shoulders and sent to kindergarten. When I was seven years old, I got into fights with my classmates, and after they scolded me, they took me to eat spaghetti. When I was 15 years old, I fell in love. , tell me that giving is more important than getting dad..."

Seeing Zhao Qing's eyes dodge a little, Ling Ziyang felt that his heart seemed to be squeezed fiercely in someone's hand, and he felt like he couldn't breathe in pain.

"Mom, no matter what happened between you, no matter what you did to him, I don't care. All I know is that he is my father..."

Let go of Zhao Qing's hand, ignoring her pale face when she fell on the bench, Ling Ziyang turned around and planned to leave.

As soon as she moved, Zhao Qing's trembling voice sounded from behind, "Zi Yang, if, if your father wants to divorce your mother, you, you choose..."

"I'm an adult, so I don't have to choose anyone. However, if I have to choose, I will choose my dad..."

After finishing speaking in a deep voice, ignoring Zhao Qing's crying, Ling Ziyang strode away.