I had a flash marriage with a rich man

"Dad, take care of your wife."

Ling Zhihao had a headache.

Father Ling said: "It's not like you don't know what's going on in our family. Your father is under the control of your mother. How can I control your mother?"

Ling Zhihao complained: "Our family's surname is Ling, but my mother is still in charge of her."

"That bastard Mu Changyu had his mother backing him up and kidnapped Xiao Yi."

"Well, the college girl is about to get married. No matter how much we love Xiao Yi, we have to admit that Mu Changyu is very suitable for her. The Mu family's family tradition is good. Putting aside the reluctance to part with it, dad is still very satisfied with Mu Changyu. Just touch it. Tell your conscience, isn’t Mu Changyu bad?”

Ling Zhihao was speechless.

In his father's words, putting aside his reluctance, Mu Changyu is really suitable for his sister.

His sister has never experienced the baptism of wind and rain, and needs a strong husband who loves her to be her support.

Looking at Guangcheng, which other family's men are better and stronger than the Mu family's men?

"Stop talking nonsense. Come back quickly. If you don't come back, your mother might pack you up and give it to your female classmate."

After saying that, Ling's father hung up the phone without giving his son a chance to refute.

After his father hung up the phone, Ling Zhihao complained to his friend: "Is it a crime to be unmarried in your early thirties? My parents were lucky enough to package me up and give it to a woman."

His friend laughed and said, "That's how parents are. They always worry about their children and grandchildren. Although children and grandchildren have their own blessings, few parents can really care about their children. When they were young, they took care of our food, clothing, housing and transportation. When we grow up, they worry about it." Our life events.”

"When we get married, we are urged to have a baby. After we have a baby, we will be forced to have a second or third child in two years. In short, parents always have endless things to worry about."

This friend of Ling Zhihao is married, and his wife just gave birth to a daughter for him six months ago.

The six-month-old baby is white, tender and very cute.

At this moment, I was held in my father's arms.

Ling Zhihao touched the baby's face, and the little guy smiled at him. The baby's innocent smile made Ling Zhihao's heart soften. He couldn't help but reach out and hug the baby from his old friend's arms.

"I still like babies. Ones like your daughter are so cute."

"Let me tell you something, Yang Mingfeng rents the villa next door to my house."

The old friend was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "She found out where you live, and then rented next door to your house. Is she planning to come to a building near the water to get the moon first?"

After thinking about it, Ling Zhihao said: "It's not like she knew I lived here. When I met her that day, she was obviously surprised and asked me why I was here. I lied to her and said I was here to see a friend. .”

"You can't let her know that I live next door to her. If she comes to visit my house every day, if she takes down my parents first, I'll be finished."

The old friend smiled and said: "She already lives next door to you. How long do you think you can hide it? Sooner or later she will find out where you live. Paper cannot cover the fire, Zhihao, why do you hate it? She, what did she do that made you dislike it?"

People who knew that Ling Zhihao avoided Yang Mingfeng didn't understand why Ling Zhihao hated Yang Mingfeng so much. After graduation, he didn't even let anyone tell Yang Mingfeng his contact number.

"I didn't say I hated her."

Ling Zhihao didn't remember saying that he hated Yang Mingfeng.

He just escapes.

At that time, when he was young, he always lost to Mu Changyu in studies. Knowing that Yang Mingfeng liked him, he was worried that he would be involuntarily attracted to Yang Mingfeng, so he let out the word early that he did not like any girl, no matter who it was. Even if he confesses, he won't accept it.

He even pretended to dislike Yang Mingfeng.

Not only did his classmates think he hated Yang Mingfeng, Yang Mingfeng also thought he hated herself.

I also don’t understand why he hates me.

Could it be that he hates her because she has a crush on him.

But she had no actual actions to pursue, and she never affected his studies when he was still a student.

"You never said it, but your actions let us know how much you hate Yang Mingfeng."

Ling Zhihao didn't speak.

"We were still students before. We focused on study and did not consider love. Now you are both thirty years old. She seems to be one year younger than you, and she is also twenty-nine years old. Since we can meet again, it means that you two are destined. Otherwise, Zhihao, you can try to get along with Yang Mingfeng."

"In case your parents are urging you every day, Yang Mingfeng is doing quite well now. In business, I think she can help you. In life, I believe she can take good care of you. Her family conditions are not bad. , it seems that both parents are in the system."

Ling Zhihao said: "Don't think about it, it's been so many years since I graduated. Maybe the person I like has already changed. It's not like I don't have a wife to marry. As long as I want to marry, there will be a long queue of women waiting to marry me."

He stood up, returned the baby to his old friend, and said, "I'm going back."

Yang Mingfeng lives next door to him, and sooner or later Yang Mingfeng will know that it is his home.

Forget it, no more hiding it.

The old friend took Ling Zhihao out of the villa with his daughter in his arms. After watching Ling Zhihao go away, he held his daughter and walked back.

When Ling Zhihao returned to the door of the house, Yang Mingfeng happened to come out of the house. It seemed that he was leaving. His mother personally saw Yang Mingfeng off.

The mother was still carrying large and small bags of things, and she didn't know what they were. She kept stuffing them into Yang Mingfeng's hands, asking Yang Mingfeng to take them back.

Seeing Ling Zhihao coming back, the two women stopped pushing and pushing.

Mrs. Ling glared at her son.

Yang Mingfeng also looked at Ling Zhihao.

The two women said nothing, waiting for Ling Zhihao to speak.

Mrs. Ling thought that if her son dared to call her aunt, she would give him a slap in the face.

"Mom, what are you two doing?"

Ling Zhihao spoke.

Yang Mingfeng pretended to be shocked and asked: "Classmate Ling, is aunt your mother? Didn't you say this is your friend's home?"

Ling Zhihao said coldly: "I lied to you."

"...I have been an old classmate for many years, and I have not seen him for many years. Now that we have met, you lied to me, Classmate Ling, and you still hate me as much as you did in school."

After Yang Mingfeng finished speaking, he said to Mrs. Ling: "Auntie, I'm going back first, excuse me for disturbing you."

Just leave.

"Mingfeng, take these things back. You sent so many specialties here, I can't let you go back empty-handed."

Mrs. Ling shouted, and then she stuffed all the return gifts into her son's hands, and with a mother's attitude, she ordered: "Send it to Mingfeng, she sent a lot of food to our family, so we should reciprocate. "

"Mom, I'm not going."

Ling Zhihao didn't want to face Yang Mingfeng, so he didn't want to chase Yang Mingfeng.

What Yang Mingfeng said just now seemed very angry.

He wanted to say that he didn't hate her, but he didn't want to say it when facing her.

Everyone thinks he hates her, so let's keep things as they are.