private marriage

"you dare!"

Ling Shaocheng really suspected that he heard it wrong, "I dare not? What ability do you have to confront me head-on?"

There was sorrow in Ling Nuanqing's eyes, now that Ling Shaocheng was pinching her softly, she dared not speak too aggressively.

"Ling Ting is my life, give him back to me, okay?"

"He's my son, do you think I'll let him go?"

of course not.

Ling Shaocheng showed a relaxed posture, but thinking of Ling Nuanqing's deliberate deception, he still felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He left Ling Nuanqing where he was, and hurriedly got up and went to the next room.

Ling Shaocheng didn't have time to take a good look at the child just now, when he walked into the room, he heard the sound of cartoons coming to his ears.

He didn't have the slightest mental preparation, he didn't know what to say when he saw Lingling later, Ling Shaocheng paused at the door for about ten seconds before continuing to walk in.

The light from the TV screen hit the boy's delicate face. When he saw someone coming in, he took the remote control and turned off the TV.

"Can I go?"

"Go? Where?"

"Go home."

Ling Shaocheng walked up to Lingling, this man who didn't bend down easily even squatted down, "Follow me from now on, I'll take you home."

Looking at him with a serious face, Ling Shaocheng frowned, and Ling Shaocheng saw in his eyes the guard he shouldn't have at this age. "The one named Fan Xiaozhu is your godmother, right? Your mother's name is Ling Nuanqing, and she also has a name, Qi Tiansheng, right?"

"I won't tell you."

"You don't have to guard me like this."

Listening wanted to change the subject, "Who are you?"

Ling Shaocheng was caught by his question just like that. After all, Ting Ting was a child's mind. Facing a character like Ling Shaocheng was no different from facing a demon mirror.

"You were the one who made the call, right? Could it be... your mother won't let you recognize her? "

There was a knock on the door, and it was Ling Nuanqing who broke in.

"Ling Shaocheng, you open the door, what do you want to do?"

Ling Shaocheng was stared at tightly by Lingling, and he felt a little bit ashamed. He turned his eyes away and said, "Let her in."

The assistant opened the door, and Ling Nuanqing rushed in three steps at a time. After seeing her, she jumped out of the bed, but she looked hesitant, obviously she didn't trust Ling Shaocheng, so she didn't rush over to call her mother.

Ling Nuanqing came in front of him, knelt down and hugged her, "Ling Shaocheng, what's the matter with me, don't hurt my son."

After listening to this, she put her hand on Ling Nuanqing's shoulder, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Hurt?" Ling Shaocheng laughed sarcasticly when he heard this word, "He is also my son, how come I hurt him?"

The man grabbed Ling Nuanqing's shoulders and pulled her away. Seeing her sitting on the ground, his strong desire to protect rose up when listening to listening, and bumped into Ling Shaocheng's leg, "Don't touch my mother!"

Ling Shaocheng stood still, picked up Lingling and threw it on the bed. As soon as he sat up, Ling Shaocheng held him down, "Boy, take a good look, I am your father."

"My dad went far, far away."

Ling Shaocheng was quite lucky, at least Ling Nuanqing didn't tell him that his father was dead.

"Yes," he said with difficulty, "I've traveled a long way, so now I'm back."

"Who are you lying to? That means death, adults, don't think that children are easy to fool."

Ling Shaocheng's face suddenly became ashen again, and he stared at Ling Nuanqing who was not far away, "Is this how you teach children?"

"Don't kill my mother!"

Ling Shaocheng was very angry, but this anger could not be directed at Ling Ling. "No matter what, I'm your father."

Ling Ling wanted to get off the bed, but when she faced Ling Nuanqing, she put on a soft and cute expression. This child was obviously watching people order dishes.

The man's face showed a little gloomy, if it wasn't for Ling Nuanqing, the father and son wouldn't be so alienated.

Now Lingling only has her mother in her eyes, not his father at all.

Ling Shaocheng held down his shoulders to keep him from moving, and Lingting began to resist, but his outstretched hands couldn't grab the man.

Ling Nuanqing crawled over and hugged his leg, and gave him a big bite. Ling Shaocheng was so painful that he lifted his leg and threw her away, and Ting Ting looked at it even more.

Before Ling Shaocheng regained his composure, he hugged his arm and bit the back of his hand.

Ling Nuanqing was afraid that Ling Shaocheng would be angry and hurt Lingting, so she hurried forward and hugged him on the shoulder. "Listen, listen, let go."

On the back of the man's hand is a half circle of crimson tooth marks. Are the mother and son both dogs?

Ling Shaocheng sat beside him holding his palms, one big and one small, with big eyes staring at small ones.

He flicked the palm of his hand, and made a movement of grinding his teeth in Lingling, why, this is not enough bite, and he still wants to sneak a bite, right?
"Ling Nuanqing, look for yourself." Ling Shaocheng said almost gnashing his teeth.

"My family never causes trouble," Ling Nuanqing held her son in her arms, "he is the most obedient child in the kindergarten."

The man snorted coldly, "I'm afraid you weren't there when he bullied others, right? That's right, a person like you is extremely selfish, once you throw your child to school, you don't care about anything."

"Mom, let's go back."

Ling Nuanqing kissed Lingling's cheek, he was still a child, how could he tell him that he couldn't go back?

To persuade Ling Shaocheng to give up the child to her, it might be more difficult than ascending to heaven.

"We'll go back to Dongcheng in two days." Ling Shaocheng thought about the rest of the matter, "He is the eldest grandson of the Ling family, and I want to take him back to recognize his ancestors."

"Something I want to talk to you alone."

"Even if you talk about breaking the sky, I will not give you the child."

Ling Nuanqing felt pain in her heart, she hugged Lingling to the bed and turned on the TV. "Let's go out."

Ling Shaocheng walked out of the room, Ming Yue was still guarding outside, he glanced at the closed door, "You send someone to prepare something."

"Mr. Ling, what do you need to prepare?"

"Clothes, shoes, snacks...toys, buy whatever you see."

Ling Nuanqing felt even more uncomfortable hearing this, and clenched her palms tightly to block Ling Shaocheng's way. "Ling Ling was born and raised by me alone. I don't believe you can snatch him away."

"You have passed breastfeeding early, and the child is already so old. Even if you go to court, what chance do you have of winning?"

Ling Nuanqing clenched her teeth, "I'm his mother."

What's the use of her repeatedly emphasizing this relationship?Does the child belong to her alone?

Ling Shaocheng will no longer be easily provoked by Ling Nuanqing, now that he is pinching her life, he is not afraid that she will not give in.

"Yes, a mother who is willing to degenerate, a mother who sells her body to pay for his food and accommodation, do you think that a father like me has an advantage when the court decides?"