private marriage

"He, he is my son."

And how old is Lingting, so young.

"Ling Nuanqing, are you the one who bathes him every day? Don't tell me that Fan Xiaozhu has seen it too..."

Ling Nuanqing turned around and sat back on the sofa, "Okay, I'll pay attention later."

"This kid, sleep with me tonight."

"No," Ling Nuanqing had something to say to Lingling later, so she could only tell him at night, "I want to sleep with Lingling."

"Yes, you can climb into my bed with your skills later."

"Ling Shaocheng, don't be unreasonable."

The man snorted coldly, "Isn't this me? What can you do to me?"

Sitting in the bathtub, Lingling could faintly hear the voices inside, the little yellow ducks were too childish, he kicked them aside.

His attention was attracted by an Ultraman Zero, which should be a premium version. He took it in his hand, turned his limbs, and sure enough, he could still move.

He played alone in the bathtub until the knock on the door broke through, "Are you alright?"

Lingling hurriedly put Altman back to his original seat, he got up anxiously, and took the shower to shower on his body.

Ling Shaocheng was also a little worried, after all he was still young, he opened the bathroom door and walked in a few steps, and saw Ling Ling standing in the bathtub with his butt naked.

As soon as he heard someone coming in, he quickly squatted down, his little face flushed, "No...don't you knock on the door?"

"I am your father." Ling Shaocheng was about to step forward after leaving the words.

When Ling Ling frowned, she was exactly the same as him. The man stepped forward to lift him up, and he immediately covered his front.The corners of Ling Shaocheng's originally tense mouth couldn't help but rise, "Little guy, you're only this little, what's there to be proud of?"

"Whoever is proud can't show it to you."

Ling Shaocheng took the big bath towel next to him, put his hood over Ling Ling's head, bent down and carried him out of the bathtub.

"let me go!"

Lingting struggled in his arms, but Ling Shaocheng's arms were as strong as iron, and he was able to break free after trapping him tightly.

Ling Shaocheng walked out of the bathroom, strode to the bedside, and threw him on the big bed.

Lingling got up slowly, his little face was full of anger, he did not forget to cover his lower body with a bath towel, "My pajamas are still inside."

"No, you can sleep naked."

"What are you kidding?"

Ling Ling wanted to get out of bed, but was blocked by Ling Shaocheng, he switched to the other side, only to see Ling Shaocheng coming to stop him.

Lingling stomped her feet on the spot and looked at Ling Nuanqing who was sitting on the sofa. "Mother."

She turned her head and looked over, Ling Shaocheng took advantage of the unpreparedness of Ling Ling and pulled off the towel off his body.

It was as if the moving needle, which represented the shaking of time, suddenly got stuck, and the air seemed to be stagnant. He felt chilly under his body when he listened. He screamed, lifted the quilt and burrowed inside.

Ling Shaocheng stood there with his back to Ling Nuanqing, a person like him...

Ling Nuanqing didn't expect him to do such a naive thing, so she pulled the quilt over her shoulders and stared in Ling Shaocheng's direction with her eyes.

Ling Nuanqing went into the bathroom and took out her pajamas. Ling Shaocheng watched her lift up a corner of the thin quilt, and stretched her legs in cooperatively.

He was a little dazed looking at it. After five years, he was no longer ready to be a father. Ling Shaocheng was really caught off guard when faced with a son who suddenly appeared.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, the room light was off, and through the light in the corridor, he could vaguely see two people lying on his bed.

Ling Shaocheng walked over lightly, and listened to sleep in Ling Nuanqing's arms, with her arm still on his pillow, he seemed to be fast asleep.

His hair was stained with water, and when he lowered his body, drops of water fell on Ling Nuanqing's face.

Her eyelids moved slightly, and she opened her eyes to look at him.

Ling Shaocheng propped his arms on the edge of the bed, and lowered his voice, "Why, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

He didn't want to make a fuss about listening, the hoarseness in his voice had a bit of a sexy taste, if these words fell into the ears of other women, after such a careful aftertaste, they would really take away their souls.

"Don't be too impatient, the child finally fell asleep, don't scare Ling Ling."

Ling Shaocheng looked at the child lying next to him without a trace, "Could it be that you can't sleep because I lie here?"

"Ling Ling will not be able to accept it for a while, and he can't run away. Can you give him some time?"

Ling Shaocheng's expression seemed to be a little loose, Ling Nuanqing raised his hand, wanting to touch his face. "You are his father, this fact will never change, and I never taught him to hate you..."

Ling Shaocheng avoided Ling Nuanqing's hand, as if his face would burn if he touched her.

"Don't do this with me. I won't believe your words anymore."

"Ling Shaocheng, you are such a cautious person, did you really think about doing a paternity test in the past?"

Putting these two faces together, isn't it the best report?

"He is my son."

"Yes, this is the blood relationship. Even though I don't want to admit it, it exists."

The crease between Ling Shaocheng's brows slowly unfolded. This is his room, but he turned and left.

The sound of closing the door came, Ling Nuanqing got out of bed and took a look to make sure that Ling Shaocheng had left, then lay back beside Linging.

The boy opened his eyes with a whimper, and burrowed into her arms.

Ling Nuanqing hugged her son tightly with both hands, "Lingting, he is indeed your father."

"Well, I'll treat him better in the future, as long as he doesn't bully you."

Ling Nuanqing's eyes were full of reluctance, the two of them hid in the quilt and whispered, her eyes gradually turned red, "Auntie Zhu sent you here, it was mother's intention, do you blame me?"

"She explained it to me on the way here, Mom, can you leave here tomorrow?"

"Mom doesn't know, I want to take a gamble."

Ling Ling wrapped her hands around Ling Nuanqing's waist. If it was another child, she would have started crying, "Mom, don't come back after you leave."

"Why...why?"

"Auntie Zhuzi said that I will replace you, but you will find a way to pick me up, mom, no, don't you say he is my father? That means he won't hurt me, you see he bought me With so many gifts, it looks rich..."

Listening to these words, it's not like a child of this age can say, "You don't have to worry about me, I eat well and live well here, but you are not happy here, don't come back."

"But what do you do?"

"I'm fine, I can continue to go to school, and I can help you delay time."

Ling Nuanqing's eyes were red, and her voice was choked with sobs, "No, you are my mother's baby, and I will not leave you here."

"Alright then," Lingling covered her face in front of Ling Nuanqing, "Come pick me up after you've dealt with the matter, don't let him know the secret..."