private marriage

Staring at the piece of fish, she lost her appetite, and even felt uncomfortable in her stomach.

"What are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding you."

Ling Nuanqing twitched the corner of her mouth with a dry smile, "I have hands and a mouth, so I don't need your help."

"Want me to feed you?"

Ling Nuanqing stretched her chopsticks towards the fish, picked it up and brought it to her mouth, but the chopsticks shook, and the piece of fish fell to the ground with a clatter.

Ling Shaocheng tapped the back of Ling Nuanqing's hand with his chopsticks, she pushed away the chair and almost jumped up.

"Ah, it hurts—"

Her voice almost ran through the entire restaurant, and even the waiters in the distance were looking at this side.

Ling Shaocheng looked at her with an iceberg face, Ling Nuanqing looked at the back of his hand, there was obviously a swollen red mark.She stroked it lightly with her fingers, the pain was nothing compared to the suffering she had suffered on Ling Shaocheng.

"If you don't want me to eat, just let me go back and sit still. I'm not your dog, and you have to control what I want to eat or not."

Ling Shaocheng narrowed his eyes, and naturally pressed these words on Ling Nuanqing, imagining what kind of expression he would have if she said it.

The woman on the opposite side kept stuffing the food into her mouth, her food was not refined at all, maybe she really didn't want to eat it, and couldn't swallow it no matter what.

Seeing her retching, Ling Shaocheng didn't have any appetite, "What are you doing?"

"Listen to you, swallow it—"

As if some food was about to come out of Ling Nuanqing's mouth, Ling Shaocheng threw the chopsticks heavily on the table, and she swallowed forcefully, "I'm full."

"Then sit down."

"When will you let me go back?"

Ling Shaocheng didn't want to talk to her again, as if he just didn't hear her.

After lunch, the assistant went back to the room to deal with some matters. Ling Nuanqing followed behind Ling Shaocheng. The man slowed down a little, "Stay away from me."

"Can I get out?"

Can't understand human language?
"Stay away from me and follow."

In the end, he didn't let her go, but he didn't let her get close, even if they just walked together, it's embarrassing.

Ling Nuanqing saw a dining car parked in the corridor. Some people don't like to go out to eat, so they can order food to be delivered to the room.

The waiter stood with his back to the dining station and was ringing the doorbell when Ling Nuanqing saw a set of cutlery on the side.

She raised her arm, took a steak knife, and hid it in the small bag she carried.

Ling Shaocheng opened the door and went in, seeing Ling Nuanqing standing a dozen steps away, he went in first, but the door was not closed immediately, Ling Nuanqing followed closely behind.

She fumbled into the bag with one hand, staring at Ling Shaocheng's back with unconcealable hatred in her eyes, when the two faced each other, she didn't dare to show it at all, for fear of being noticed by him.

Ling Nuanqing clenched the steak knife tightly, wanting to stab it hard into Ling Shaocheng's body.

But after people have weaknesses and worries, they tend to hesitate in doing things. Even if she really killed Ling Shaocheng now, she would be sending her to death.

One life for another, Ling Nuanqing still felt that she was at a loss.

After all, she is not alone now, and she has a burden that must be borne.

Ling Shaocheng stopped suddenly, and Ling Nuanqing bumped into his back by surprise, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She quickly withdrew her hand, "You were the one who stood here and didn't leave."

Ling Shaocheng turned to look at her, thanks to the mask on his face, otherwise how could her hatred be wiped away all at once?
When she saw Ling Shaocheng, she inevitably thought of her mother's tragic death.

For so many years, no one can atone for the crimes he committed. If Ling Nuanqing had been braver at that time, he should have stuck that knife to the end.

"Your eyes..." Ling Shaocheng suddenly approached, "Why, do you hate me?"

"Mr. Ling is joking, how dare I."

"If you tell the truth, I won't do anything to you."

Ling Nuanqing avoided him and walked in, "You sold me around, I can't hate you anymore? Mr. Ling, do you have any enemies?"

When Ling Shaocheng heard this, his face froze, the enemy...

Does Ling Nuanqing count?
When others hate him, he won't take it to heart, but the person he likes the most hates him the most.

For the entire afternoon that followed, Ling Shaocheng didn't say a word to Ling Nuanqing. He still met guests in the bedroom, discussed business matters, and made a few phone calls.

Ling Nuanqing is air, she doesn't need to see or touch it, but she just can't walk.

After being busy until evening, Ling Shaocheng took Ling Nuanqing out to breathe, and still let her stand there far away.

The man leaned forward with his elbows on the railing, the cigarette in his hand was lit, and the smoke was blown away by the sea breeze, making him even more lonely.

Ling Nuanqing was dressed so thinly that she was almost blown out of her mind. The wind blew into the mask and it was still rattling.

"Ling Nuanqing."

She seemed to hear someone calling her, but when the name came to her ears, she already had a strange feeling.

Ling Nuanqing pricked up her ears, and her voice was mixed with the sound of the wind. She could hear Ling Shaocheng calling, but she pretended to be watching the night scene.

"Ling Nuanqing."

Ling Shaocheng spoke again, Ling Nuanqing glanced over and found that he was not yelling at her, it seemed that he was only yelling at the endless sea.

They called out again and again, but they never got a response. The wind blew away Ling Shaocheng's sharp short hair, but Ling Nuanqing had a sneer in his eyes.

Belated affection is cheaper than grass, and besides, he is still pretending.

Ling Nuanqing was so cold that she sneezed, "If I don't go back, my boyfriend will kill me."

Ling Shaocheng had a cigarette in his mouth, and was disgusted by her sudden utterance. He waved his hand, and Ling Nuanqing vaguely heard two words. "get out."

If she was granted an amnesty, she would run away without bothering the elders and second masters to see her off. Ling Nuanqing took a taxi directly to go home.

Perhaps the sensor light in the corridor was broken again, Ling Nuanqing went upstairs in the dark, she opened the door and entered the room, Fan Xiaozhu jumped up from the sofa.

"Sweet Sheng."

Ling Nuanqing hardly lingered, she rushed into the bedroom and saw a suitcase at the end of the bed.

"It's all in there, isn't it?"

Fan Xiaozhu nodded with a crying voice, "Yes."

Ling Nuanqing pulled up the suitcase and was about to leave, Fan Xiaozhu followed behind with red eyes, "Tian Sheng..."

"What are you doing? It's not life and death."

"I really hate seeing you like this."

Ling Nuanqing turned around and hugged her, "This is not the first time, I used to be a little troubled, didn't I always go out with a suitcase to avoid it?"

Although she comforted her like this, she knew in her heart that this time was different from the past.

This time I really met Ling Shaocheng, so I am not optimistic.

Ling Nuanqing left in the dark, Fan Xiaozhu didn't even dare to see her off, she closed the door and shed tears, Yu Chang couldn't help wiping her.

"Didn't you find Brother Hai and ask him to help arrange the arrangements? Don't worry."

Ling Nuanqing's figure hit the mottled wall, desolate and lonely, but she walked firmly step by step.