private marriage

"Did something happen to Nuan Nuan?"

Fan Xiaozhu's heart was filled with strong unease, seeing that Ling Shaocheng was silent, she threw away her crutches and rushed forward. "Tell me, what happened to her?"

Fan Xiaozhu didn't know where the courage came from, she grabbed Ling Shaocheng's shirt, "Whose hands is she in? What is life or death? Talk..."

Ming Yue frowned, stepped forward and pulled her away, Ling Shaocheng turned pale and walked out.

"Speak clearly!"

Yu Chang heard the sound and came out of the room, "What's wrong?"

Fan Xiaozhu burst into tears, and she couldn't contact Ling Nuanqing. Now that Ling Shaocheng made this call, she thought Ling Nuanqing was in danger.

"Yu Chang," Fan Xiaozhu hugged her boyfriend, feeling weak and could only hang on his shoulders, "Something happened to Nuan Nuan, will she die?"

The elevator door opened, and as soon as Ling Shaocheng lifted his foot, Fan Xiaozhu's crying words jumped into his ears, each word as if wrapped in a blade.

Ming Yue hurriedly closed the elevator door, and looked back at Ling Shaocheng. The tall and straight figure of the man was leaning tightly against the corner of the wall, and his throat tightened. "Mr. Ling, don't worry, nothing serious will happen."

Ling Shaocheng pressed his hands tightly to the elevator mirror, "How do you know? Who can guarantee it? Grandpa is cruel, he can do anything."

Ming Yue has been with Ling Shaocheng for so long, he can clearly distinguish any mood swings in him.

He stepped forward anxiously, but as long as Ling Nuanqing was involved, he couldn't comfort her.

Once outside, it started to rain, and the driver was about to get out of the car to hold an umbrella for Ling Shaocheng.

The man stepped forward quickly, and when he got into the car, he carried a few drops of rain on his shoulders, which were quickly absorbed by the black cashmere coat.

"Go to the old house."

The sky above the Ling family's house was gloomy as if a piece of black cloth was hung. Ming Yue took an umbrella and propped it above Ling Shaocheng's head. The rain was not heavy, but it was very dense, and it fell thinly on the top of the umbrella.

In Ling Shaocheng's ears, the sound was extremely noisy, like a deadly drum beating.

Mr. Ling refused to see him, and the housekeeper didn't even open the door to keep him out.

Ling Shaocheng was extremely stubborn, "I want to see Grandpa."

"The old man has fallen asleep, you can go back."

"Where is Ling Nuanqing?"

The housekeeper practiced Tai Chi with him, "She's someone close to you, it's useless for you to find her here, the old man doesn't want to see her, it's impossible to hide her here."

"If the door doesn't open today, I'll have someone break it open."

The housekeeper was a little surprised, "Mr. Ling, are you going to smash your own door?"

Ling Shaocheng only thought about Ling Nuanqing's safety in his heart, how could he care about others at this time?
Uncle Feng came out from inside, "Let him in."

The butler opened the door for Ling Shaocheng as he said, and he walked in quickly, his cold coat raised a corner of the cold wind, Mingyue couldn't catch up behind him, and the umbrella couldn't cover Ling Shaocheng's head, when he walked through the entire yard and came to In front of the main entrance, there was already a layer of dampness on his handsome face.

The old man came out and stared at him expressionlessly.

He could clearly see Ling Shaocheng's anger and disobedience.

Ling Shaocheng glanced behind him, the old man was standing on a high place, looking down on this grandson whom he was once so proud of.

"Don't look for it, I can't hide Ling Nuanqing here."

"Where is she?"

"Boss, I should ask you this, if I hurt her, what will you do to me?"

Ling Shaocheng's handsome and pale face showed ferocity and pain, "What did you do to her?"

"You answer my question first."

"I want to see her."

"Are you willing to do anything for her?" The old man raised his voice. He still can't accept that Ling Shaocheng would risk everything for a woman.

He used to be so indifferent to a person, but now he has nothing. Isn't it because of that woman?

"Yes." Ling Shaocheng bit the word between his lips and teeth.

The old man's chest was filled with anger, "Kneel down for me."

Ling Shaocheng raised his eyes slightly, looked at him blankly, and confronted him, "I just want to ask you, where is Ling Nuanqing?"

"Now that she is in my hands, you have lost the qualification to negotiate with me. I'm not afraid that you will hate me. It's easy for me to kill her, and I can do it."

The calmness on Ling Shaocheng's face was torn apart, and the suppressed anger was forced to retreat to the bottom of the pool little by little, and panic was revealed in those deep black eyes.

"grandfather."

"I'd like to see how far you can go for her!"

Ming Yue clenched the handle of the umbrella in his hand, seeing the figure in front of him dwarf, Ling Shaocheng pressed his knees to the ground, "Please."

The old man stared blankly at the grandson, and he just knelt down.

He has always taught him that a man has gold under his knees, and he just knelt down for a woman.

The old man stepped forward and kicked Ling Shaocheng in the shoulder. He didn't want to resist needlessly, so he fell down on the lawn beside him. There was a puddle of water there. With his arms in it, half of the sleeves of his white shirt were soaked.

The rain hit Ling Shaocheng's face, and slid down from his engraved facial features.

Ling Shaocheng asked him in a cold voice, "Grandpa thinks that's enough?"

Ming Yue's hands were shaking, and the umbrella was almost unable to hold up, but he couldn't step forward, couldn't bend down to help, he could only watch.

Ling Shaocheng was not afraid of the old man, but afraid of gambling, and even more afraid of provoking him.

He didn't even dare to question whether Ling Nuanqing was in his hands?

All his killing decisions have been stifled, how could he have the guts to gamble?Even if the person sitting at the gambling table is not 50.00% sure, at least they must have a little bit of confidence, right?

Now that his warmth is gone, Ling Shaocheng seems to be strangled by someone, wanting to let go of all dignity.

"I don't want her life, can I send her away? As long as she is not by your side, I can guarantee that she will have a good life..."

Ling Shaocheng straightened up and knelt there, his back straightened out, his expression indifferent and unnegotiable stubbornness. "No, I want to be with her, live with her, and make her my wife."

"you--"

The old man kicked him in the chest, Ling Shaocheng fell backwards, Ming Yue shouted in a hurry. "You are merciful, Mr. Ling's condition is still not stable, he..."

"If he's completely crazy, that's fine, just forget about that woman!"

The icy cold rain was wrapped in muddy dirt, which made half of Ling Shaocheng's body muddy, and he got up again, kneeling down neatly. "Grandpa, when I brought Ling Nuanqing back, I had a fight with you once, but I have never compromised on her matters. Otherwise, you would have thrown her out as early as then. "