private marriage

"Then you have to let me know if this secret is worth two million."

Fan Xiaozhu sneered on the other end of the phone, "I can guarantee that when you know the secret, you will give it to me without hesitation even if it is 2000 million."

Ling Shaocheng didn't sleep well last night, and almost didn't fall asleep. He lightly pinched the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, "If you want to talk about Ling Nuanqing's past messes, then I'm not interested at all."

"No, this secret has a huge relationship with you."

Ling Shaocheng told her the name of the hotel, Fan Xiaozhu cut off the call, forced a smile and extended his hand to Linging.

"Bamboo godmother!" Lingling threw herself into her arms and hugged her tightly, "Why are you here?"

"I'll pick you up... go find your mother."

"Really?" Linging was dubious, "Where is Mom?"

Fan Xiaozhu knelt down and touched Lingling's face. She raised her eyes to look at the person next to her, "Mr. Nie, I took Tingting away, you can go to work."

"Okay then, let's get back in touch."

"it is good."

Teacher Xiao Nie gave Tingting to Fan Xiaozhu with confidence. Ling Nuanqing also explained that Fan Xiaozhu was Tingting's godmother.

"I called my mother, but a man answered, who is he?"

Fan Xiaozhu couldn't explain it to such a young child, "Lingting, your mother and godmother have always felt sorry for you. We really want to bring you by our side."

"I know," Lingling held Fan Xiaozhu's face in her small hands, "There will be opportunities in the future, this is what my mother told me."

Fan Xiaozhu kissed him reluctantly, she stood up and held Lingling's hand tightly, "Let's go."

Ling Nuanqing's room was pitch black, and the sound of the door lock being swiped came from his ears. Ling Shaocheng walked into the room and turned on all the lights in the room.

She rolled the quilt over her head and curled up inside without moving. Ling Shaocheng walked to the side of the bed, as if seeing Ling Nuanqing's appearance when he was lying in bed.

He grabbed a corner of the quilt, half of Ling Nuanqing's face was exposed, "I didn't sleep well, I want to sleep again."

Ling Shaocheng forcibly pulled her up, and he brought a few sets of clothes for washing. The man saw that the hickey marks on her neck had not disappeared after a whole night, but got deeper.

This is the mark he branded on her, strong and domineering.

"stand up."

Ling Nuanqing fell back into the big bed, with her small face pressed against the pillow, feeling lethargic, before Ling Shaocheng's extended hand could touch her face, she was terrified and hid to the side.

"Don't... I'm very uncomfortable right now."

He must have hurt her last night, Ling Shaocheng looked at the time, "I'll give you 10 minutes to wash up, and if I don't see your people by then, I'll come back."

Mingyue arranged breakfast, Ling Nuanqing changed her clothes and walked into Ling Shaocheng's room.

"What to eat?"

She looked sleepy and had no appetite. "After breakfast, can you let me go to the room to catch up on sleep? I don't want to go out today."

"You can't stand it like this? Then how did you get here in the past five years?" Ling Shaocheng stood in front of the dining car, his expression and tone were cold, "Don't tell me, those men know how to be sympathetic."

Ling Nuanqing didn't have the strength to compete with him, she sat on the sofa, took a piece of toast and was about to stuff it into her mouth.

ding dong ding dong --

After the doorbell rang, there was a knock on the door, more like urgent punching and kicking.

Ling Shaocheng will feel depressed. "Come in!"

Ming Yue pushed open the door, and arrived in front of Ling Shaocheng in no time, "Mr. Ling—"

With an excited voice, he pointed in the direction of the door, "Well, that woman is here, but..."

"Think about what you want to say before you say it."

Ling Nuanqing heard slight footsteps approaching, and soon, Fan Xiaozhu appeared in her line of sight holding Lingling's hand.Ling Nuan's apricot eyes widened, her hands trembled in fright, and the bitten toast fell onto her lap.

Ling Shaocheng also saw the boy, his sword eyebrows were gradually drawn together, the room was quiet and silent, as if only the sound of deep and shallow breathing could be heard.

Fan Xiaozhu didn't dare to look at Ling Nuanqing, she pressed her head with a guilty conscience.

When Ling Nuanqing stood up, her legs trembled a little, and she rushed to the two of them quickly. "Bamboo, what are you doing here?"

She pushed Fan Xiaozhu's shoulder, and the other hand also pushed Ting Ting, "I can't go back these few days, you should go quickly."

Lingling's eyes fell on Ling Nuanqing, she opened her mouth, but she still didn't call out her mother.

He was carrying a small sky-blue schoolbag, which was filled with his things. He raised his face, seeing Ling Nuanqing so anxious that he seemed about to shed tears.

"Go, you go quickly."

"Wait!" Ling Shaocheng finally came to his senses, he strode to Ling Nuanqing's side and pulled her away.

Lingling's face was exposed in front of others, no wonder Mingyue would react like that, isn't this just a shrunken version of Ling Shaocheng?
The eyebrows, the contours, and even the subtle expressions all showed that this was Ling Shaocheng's kind.

He broke out in cold sweat all over his body, and wanted to blurt out a little puzzled, but it stuck in his throat.

It was Fan Xiaozhu who was the first to give up, "Tian Sheng, don't blame me, really don't blame me..."

As soon as she said this, it was as if she was blaming herself, but Ling Nuanqing still wanted to die, "You talk so funny, why do I blame you? This... This is your son."

Ling Nuanqing stretched out her hand stiffly, and touched Lingling's ear. "Come... do you have anything to do with your godmother?"

Ling Ling is extremely clever, and is the best at climbing up the ladder, "Godmother."

Ling Shaocheng pushed Ling Nuanqing away, she lost her balance and almost hit the wall.

Lingling broke away from Fan Xiaozhu's hand, and rushed forward to give Ling Shaocheng a kick. Seeing this, Ling Nuanqing quickly pulled Lingling over to protect him in her arms.

Ming Yue stared at this scene closely, didn't the child hit him five years ago?Who is this?
"Who is he?" Ling Shaocheng also wanted an answer.

Ling Nuanqing hugged Lingting tightly, she knew best in her heart that as long as Ling Shaocheng saw the face of Lingting, this matter would definitely not be hidden.

"Say!"

Ling Shaocheng couldn't restrain his fury, who will tell him what's going on?

Why is there a kid who looks exactly like him?

Fan Xiaozhu interjected at this moment. "Well, don't forget what you promised me."

"Tell me." Ling Shaocheng couldn't wait to point the finger at Fan Xiaozhu.

Ling Nuanqing touched Lingling's shoulder, "Hey, let uncle take you to the next room to play for a while, okay? The adults have something to say."

"it is good."

Hearing this, Ming Yue walked over and wanted to hold Ling Ling's hand.

He folded his hands on his chest and stared at him, Ming Yue had no choice but to withdraw his hands resentfully.

After the child was taken away, Ling Nuanqing couldn't hold back her emotions, "Fan Xiaozhu, what do you mean? What are you going to do?"

Fan Xiaozhu glanced at Ling Shaocheng next to him, "Can't you see? This is your own son."