private marriage

"Ling Nuanqing, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

Ling Nuanqing reluctantly paid the money, and Ling Shaocheng reached out to snatch her mobile phone.

Don't fucking embarrass him for two or three thousand yuan, he will give it!
But the store has already received Ling Nuanqing's money, she pointed to the unfinished dishes on the table, "Can you pack it for me?"

"no problem."

Ling Nuanqing smiled, and started talking nonsense again, "Don't think that my boyfriend is trying to save face when he is out, but it's actually pretty good when he gets home. You can eat leftovers, so you have to save them until night."

"I'll pack it for you."

Ling Nuanqing picked up the meat with chopsticks and handed it to Ling Shaocheng's mouth. "Come on, open your mouth."

The waiter burst out laughing, "It looks like you really raised your boyfriend like your son."

"The main reason is that he is obedient and likable."

Isn't this the image of the little boy?If you co-author and be obedient, you can eat and drink with the rich woman.

Ling Shaocheng pushed Ling Nuanqing's wrist away. "I don't even look at myself. Who will believe what you say?"

Just her, carrying a backpack, wearing cheap clothes, and trying to pretend to be a rich woman?
"I know, I don't have that much money now, you despise me."

The two women at the next table got together to discuss. Although they lowered their voices, because of the spacious space, it still reached Ling Shaocheng's ears.

"I see, that man seems to be a little older than her. Don't all rich women like fresh meat?"

"What do you know, uncle style is popular now, he has enough experience and can pretend, besides, he is not greasy..."

Ling Shaocheng pushed away his chair and left, enjoying the attention of others all the way out, he remembered this account, and he will definitely settle it with her in the future!
The day when the studio opened was getting closer and closer. On this day, Fan Xiaozhu stayed in the store to load goods, while Ling Nuanqing went out to distribute leaflets.

Towards evening, a call came to Ling Nuanqing's cell phone.

"Hey, Bamboo, what's the matter?"

"You... where are you?"

"It's here on Dongwu North Road."

"Come back quickly."

Ling Nuanqing stuffed the rest of the leaflets back into her backpack, "What's wrong?"

"That guy Ling Shaocheng is here, and Yan Yan is here too, I'm panicking."

"I'll be right back!" Ling Nuanqing trotted to the side of the road and reached out to stop the car.

Fuchen's studio is located in the downtown area, but because there is a school nearby, it can be regarded as a quiet place in the middle of the bustle.

The studio is connected to a yard, where there are tables, chairs and various decorations. At this moment, Ling Shaocheng is sitting in a rattan chair, flipping through a magazine.

What an exciting scene to watch. In the evening of late autumn, the sky was dim, and the bauhinia flowers were blooming red, and at this time such a super handsome guy was sitting under the flower tree.

Fan Xiaozhu pressed her face against the glass window and peeked out secretly. She was not interested in looking at Ling Shaocheng's face. It must be no good for this demon to come over.

A small figure was about to run out with a bubble machine, but Fan Xiaozhu found out in time, and rushed over to stop Yanyan.

"Be good, baby, you can't go out."

"Why?"

"It's cold, I'm going to catch a cold."

Yan Yan tied her head into a bun, staring at Fan Xiaozhu with big eyes. "I wear a lot."

"Be good, let's go to the second floor to watch TV first."

But she wants to play in the yard outside, where there are lotus tanks and small fishes.

Fan Xiaozhu pushed Yanyan to the stairs, "Good boy."

The landline at the front desk rang, and Fan Xiaozhu ran over to connect, "Hello, Fuchen Tattoo."

Yan Yan raised his brows, and ran out like a girl. When Fan Xiaozhu found out, it was too late, but he still dropped the phone and chased after her.

Little ancestor!That man outside is your own father!

Yan Yan ran outside, Fan Xiaozhu wasted no time, slid forward and knelt down, looking like he was bowing to Ling Shaocheng.

The man looked up indifferently. "Do you still have such rules? No need, let's be flat."

Fan Xiaozhu was cursing in her heart, and Yan Yan hurriedly pulled her up, "Sister-in-law, are you okay?"

"It's okay, go back to the house."

Ling Shaocheng glanced at the girl and beckoned to her, "Come, come here."

Fan Xiaozhu hurriedly shielded Yan Yan behind her back, her eyes showing vigilance. "What are you doing?"

"Why are you so nervous?"

Fan Xiaozhu's mouth was dry, "You... maybe you like little girls."

Ling Shaocheng's eyes turned cold, and he slapped the magazine in his hand on the table. "What did Ling Nuanqing say in front of you?"

"No!"

Yan Yan walked around Fan Xiaozhu's side, ran to the lotus vat, and took a look at the red carp in the vat.

Fan Xiaozhu didn't dare to go too far, besides, Yanyan's new identity should be foolproof, what was she afraid of?
Yan Yan looked at the fish for a while, then walked to Ling Shaocheng's side, "This chair is mine."

The man looked at the little girl in front of him, "Did you write your name?"

"It's pink, it's pink and tender, it's for girls."

Ling Shaocheng got up unexpectedly, and actually gave up his seat. After waiting here for a long time, he gradually became impatient.

"Uncle, can you tell me a story?"

Ling Shaocheng was frustrated, "What are you yelling?"

"Then what do you like to hear, Uncle?"

"Call my brother."

The words were a bit repulsive, her brother was listening, she pressed the bubble machine in her hand, and a long string of colorful bubbles sprayed out from the muzzle.

Ling Nuanqing ran into the yard, raised her eyes and saw this scene, some bubbles came in front of Ling Shaocheng, he stretched out his hand to lightly block it.

The bubble hit the man's finger and burst open.

Yan Yan and Ling Shaocheng would always run into each other, but when they really met like this, Ling Nuanqing's heart almost jumped out.

Yan Yan got off the chair, and the word "mother" in his mouth seemed to be shouted out.

Ling Nuanqing stepped forward with a dry smile, "Yanyan, where's your brother?"

"Going out, my sister-in-law is in the shop." Yan Yan ran over and threw herself into Ling Nuanqing's arms. "Auntie, why did you come back?"

Ling Nuanqing patted the girl's little head, Ling Shaocheng turned sideways, seeing the intimate behavior of the two, he immediately felt uncomfortable.

"Ling Nuanqing, you leave your own son alone, but you are so caring for other people's children."

"Why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

Ling Shaocheng sneered, "You open the door for business, is there any reason to refuse customers?"

"We have tattoos here, why, Mr. Ling is interested?"

Ling Shaocheng tapped his fingers on the table, "Can't it be customized?"

Ling Nuanqing knew that Ling Shaocheng was here to find fault. A person like him shouldn't really want to get a tattoo for himself, would he?

She looked at the girl in front of her, and Ling Nuanqing gently pushed her on the shoulder. "Be good, it's cold outside, go back to the house first."

Ling Shaocheng propped his chin with one hand, staring at the girl's back, "Who is she?"

An even stronger dissatisfaction grew in his heart, as if this girl had snatched away the love that Ling Nuanqing should have given to Lingting.