private marriage

The blood in Ling Nuanqing's whole body was boiling, because she was angered by Ling Shaocheng's shamelessness.

"Mr. Ling, you really don't take the usual path."

"You claim to be able to customize everything here. Why, it turns out that such a small request can't be fulfilled?"

Ling Nuanqing had a sullen face. "We're a decent place."

Ling Shaocheng raised his hand, grabbed her shoulders and pressed her onto the tattoo bed. The man stood up and held her down, "Don't tell me to be serious, you are not worthy."

The door was secretly unscrewed and pushed open a crack.

Yan Yan hid outside and peeked, but Ling Nuanqing kicked her legs and couldn't get up. "I'm talking about business with you, it seems like you're the one doing the tricks?"

Ling Shaocheng opened his shirt to his belly, and scoffed at Ling Nuanqing's attitude of wanting to start a new life.

"If I were you, I would never go out to show my face. Isn't it uncomfortable to be raised? How much money do you think you can make by running this place?"

"Earning more or less is my business, I rely on my own ability."

Ling Shaocheng looked at the face beneath him, "Instead of wasting time on this kind of thing, why not think about how to serve me..."

Before the man finished speaking, his back felt chilly. He looked back and saw the little girl pointing a sprinkler gun at him just now.

"Choo Choo Choo--"

Fine drops of water sprayed over, Ling Shaocheng loosened Ling Nuanqing's hand, he blocked his face, and his tall figure stood upright by the bed.

Ling Nuanqing got up quickly, and ran to Yanyan in two or three steps, "Get out."

"I'm going to make him a drowned chicken."

The child always couldn't see others bullying his mother, Yan Yan had a vicious expression on his face, and pointed the water gun at Ling Shaocheng, "Don't move, raise your hands."

Ling Shaocheng's face was ashen. He had no patience or love for other people's children. "Ling Nuanqing, can I complain to you? I don't think you should open any tattoo parlor, just change it to a shooting parlor."

"Speak well, go and play with your sister-in-law."

Ling Shaocheng walked forward, the girl tapped the sprinkler gun with her finger, and the water sprayed his face.

Fan Xiaozhu didn't keep an eye on her, and something went wrong, Yan Yan stared at Ling Shaocheng in front of him, "Why did you take off your clothes?"

Ling Shaocheng was stared at by the little girl like this. A thick-skinned person like him should not have any sense of shame, but thinking that he is now a father, he insisted on buttoning the buttons one by one stand up.

Although Ling Shaocheng didn't suspect Yan Yan at all, Ling Nuanqing still wanted to avoid too much contact between the two.

When Fan Xiaozhu rushed over, he happened to see Ling Shaocheng walking out aggressively with his coat in his hands, looking...a bit embarrassed.

She patted her chest and ran into the house. "He didn't see anything?"

"No."

"It really scared me to death!"

Ling Nuanqing rubbed Yanyan's shoulder. Fortunately, the school affairs can be done in two days, and she can spare more energy by then.

Wanda square.

Ling Nuanqing felt ashamed and came out of a beauty shop.

She took the discount coupon of the tattoo parlor and walked to the nail salon not far away.

Ling Nuanqing wanted to find some stores to cooperate with, and they both held some special offers, which could also attract traffic very well.

She had just walked a few steps when she heard voices behind her. "Ling Nuanqing?"

She stopped, and the man came after her, and the figure stood in front of her. "It's really you."

Ling Nuanqing took a closer look. In fact, Cheng Yici hasn't changed much in the past few years, but he has lost his sense of youth. Now he looks a lot more mature and stable. He is wearing a decent suit, and his eyes are shining when looking at her.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yeah, why are you in Song City?"

"I'm here on a business trip." The two stood at the door of a hot pot restaurant. Ling Nuanqing disappeared suddenly five years ago. Over the years, even her close friends couldn't find her.

"And you, where did you go?"

Ling Nuanqing didn't want to bring up the past again. "It's in the past."

"Yes, it's over," Cheng Yici looked at the shop next to him. "Can I treat you to dinner? It doesn't mean anything, I just haven't seen you for a long time..."

Ling Nuanqing stuffed everything in her hand into the satchel, "How can I let you treat me? I'll be the host, let's go, I'll treat you."

The two walked into the hot pot restaurant, Ling Nuanqing didn't notice the other two men standing in the opposite corridor at all.

"That's Ling Nuanqing, right?"

Ming Yue nodded, "It looks like it."

"Who is that man?"

Ming Yue shook his head, "I can't see clearly, colleague?"

Ling Shaocheng snorted, "What colleagues can she have?"

He walked forward along the corridor, and soon came to the door of the hot pot restaurant, Ming Yue saw that he was about to rush in.

"Mr. Ling, is something wrong?"

"She put the green hat on my head, why didn't she think it was wrong?"

Ming Yue was afraid that Ling Shaocheng was falling ill, but he couldn't say it clearly, "Don't worry, Miss doesn't have the guts."

Ling Nuanqing had already ordered dishes inside, and the hot pot soup was quickly brought to the table. Cheng Yici looked at her cautiously, "Have you lost contact with your former friends?"

"Well, something has happened over the years."

Not contacting is the best protection for those people.

In fact, many things are not secrets. How many people don't know about Ling Shaocheng's marriage?
And Ling Nuanqing was later wanted for no reason...

Cheng Yici had a lot to ask, but couldn't ask for a while.

Ling Shaocheng walked into the hot pot restaurant, his eyes swept around the store, and then locked onto Ling Nuanqing's back.

All the seats in the store were benches, and Ling Nuanqing sat on one end, completely unaware that anyone came to her.

Ling Shaocheng stretched out her right foot, hooked the leg of the stool and pulled it out, her body swayed, and a mouthful of meat dipped in sauce poked her nose.

Ling Nuanqing looked up displeased, but just in time to see Ling Shaocheng sitting down.

Her expression at that time made Ling Shaocheng very upset, as if she had seen a ghost.

"When you told me that you were going to have dinner with your friends, I happened to be nearby, so I rushed over."

These words were obviously made up by Ling Shaocheng, Ling Nuanqing stared at him blankly, he took out a piece of paper and wiped the oil on her nose.

Ling Shaocheng then looked at the man across from him. At first he didn't recognize him. He narrowed his eyes and searched in his mind before he managed to find such a name.

It was him!

"Isn't this... your monitor in college?"

The mandarin duck pot boiled even more, and through a layer of heat, Cheng Yici's gaze met Ling Shaocheng.

The splashed hot oil landed on the man's cuffs. Ling Shaocheng didn't like this environment very much. He put his arms around Ling Nuanqing's shoulders, but she forcefully threw them away.

He smiled sullenly, "The child is still at home waiting for you to go back to nurse, don't eat too spicy food."