private marriage

The woman looked at Ling Nuanqing who was sitting on the sofa. Because she didn't have to go out, she was wearing pajamas. The pink color was very fresh and full of strawberries.

I don't know whose taste it is.

Ling Shaocheng twitched the lower corner of his mouth, smiling ugly, or should I say frightening.

The woman pushed her son by the shoulders, trying to get him to pass. "Let Dad take a good look, go."

The boy stood still, his face full of fear. In his eyes, Ling Shaocheng was like a monster that could eat people. He turned around and grabbed the woman's hand, "Mom, don't."

"Don't want anything?" The woman's voice became sharper, "You want people to call you no father, do you? Call you a bastard?"

The boy looked younger than Ling Ling, probably about three or four years old.

Ling Shaocheng hooked his lips in a dark voice, "That's right, I don't eat people, so why are you afraid of me?"

The boy pursed his lips, looking as if he was about to cry. "Mother--"

"Okay, shut up!" The woman covered her son's mouth impatiently. "Mr. Ling, I don't plan to have this child anymore, and I can't afford it. I'll leave him here today."

"How old is he?" Ling Shaocheng asked.

"Three and a half years old."

That is to say, she was conceived after Ling Nuanqing left?

It's not suitable for Ling Nuanqing to sit here, Ling Shaocheng saw her legs move, as if she was about to leave.He raised his hand to press her knee, "I haven't slept with any woman in five years."

The person standing opposite sneered, "No one would believe what Mr. Ling said. Who are you, Ling Shaocheng, who is well-known in Song City, is the most ruthless and wild person who plays with women. Don't touch women? Ordinary men can't bear it, let alone you..."

Ling Shaocheng clenched his palms tightly and looked at Ling Nuanqing beside him. Sitting here, he felt as if someone had poured a basin of dirty water. He was in a mess, but he wanted to prove that he was clean.

Seeing that the boy was terrified, Ling Nuanqing hid shiveringly beside the woman's legs.

"Is this child your own?" Ling Nuanqing asked softly.

The woman frowned, "Of course."

"Scandalous things between adults should not be discussed in front of children. Although he is still young, he can remember some words in his heart."

"Scandal? Your illegitimate son recognizes his ancestors and returns to his clan. It is a good thing to honor the lintel. My child deserves to be a bastard? This lady, he has a wife, and we are both shameless sluts. You don't need to be here Pointing fingers at me."

The woman is very verbal, every word, every sentence is cruel.

But I don't know if Ling Nuanqing's face has become thicker, or because she is used to being scolded, she didn't become angry from embarrassment.

Ling Shaocheng stood up and walked forward with his long legs. The woman felt guilty and took a step back.

"Mr. Ling, if you don't believe me, you can take him for a paternity test."

The man passed the coffee table, bent down and took a pair of scissors from it.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Ling Shaocheng walked up to the two of them and bent down to pull the boy out.

But he was terrified and kept hiding. "Mommy mommy--"

A woman's heart is not made of stone. Looking at the scissors in Ling Shaocheng's hand, she stretched out her hand to block it, "Shaocheng, this is your son."

"You can call this name?"

"Mr. Ling, you will frighten him like this."

Ling Shaocheng pushed away the woman in front of him, grabbed the boy and pulled him out.

The woman wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Ling Nuanqing, "Father and son always talk when they meet. Since you are so nervous, why did you send him here?"

The woman's face was ashen, and her eyes were fixed on the figure of her son.

Ling Shaocheng acted rudely, grabbed the boy by the arm and threw him onto the sofa. Such a young child had never seen such a fight, and he cried heart-rendingly.

Ling Nuanqing couldn't bear it, but she hardened her heart and didn't go forward.

The man bent down and stared at the child, "What did you call me?"

"Dad...Dad."

Ling Shaocheng rubbed the boy's head, and pressed his palm there without taking it back. The boy looked at the sharp scissors he was holding, wondering if he would stab them, and cried even more fiercely.

Ling Nuanqing put on a disdainful expression. "If he is really Shao Cheng's son, he will live here with my son and daughter, and he won't be wronged."

The woman turned her eyes away, "Grandpa promised me that he can arrange a place for me to live and let me take care of the child by myself."

"Don't think about it. Of course the Ling family's species must be raised together. Let Shaocheng do the paternity test first. As for the child, stay here for now. When it is confirmed that it is his son, I should give you a penny of your money." There will be no less, if not..."

The boy suddenly seemed to cooperate, crying and jumping off the sofa.Ling Shaocheng held him down and did not let him move, his little face flushed red, as if he had been greatly frightened.

"Mother--"

The voice tore the woman's nerves, the child curled up into a ball, Ling Shaocheng stared at him coldly, "I just cut a bunch of your hair."

The scissors in his hand approached, and the boy was so frightened that he suddenly fell silent, as if he was stupid, his whole body was shaking, and his eyes became straight.

The woman rushed forward with a cry, pushed Ling Shaocheng's arm away, and held her son tightly in her arms.

Ling Nuanqing said calmly beside him, "The old man may have promised you that as long as you agree, you don't have to worry about the appraisal results, but he knows better than anyone else that this child is not from the Ling family. Do you think he will love and protect him?"

The woman hugged her son tightly, Ling Nuanqing went upstairs, and came down with a toy car and a mask in her hand.

She walked up to the boy, the woman stared at her warily, and Ling Nuanqing handed the toy car to the boy.

The boy carefully received it in his hand, his face was stained with tears, his nose was dripping with tears.

"This mask is also for you."

Ling Nuanqing put the mask on the boy, and he liked it very much, but the mask had sunglasses on it, so he couldn't see his mother's face clearly.

The woman picked up the child and wanted to leave, but Ling Nuanqing called to stop her, "Wait."

There was a paint she had prepared on the table, Ling Nuanqing picked it up, and poured a small plate full of paint on the woman's head.

The bright red color hangs down like thick blood, Ling Nuanqing said blankly, "Being a mother doesn't make any money."

The woman walked out quickly, Ming Yue was startled when she saw it for the first time, Ling Nuanqing walked to the door, staring at the back of the man leaving.

"Mingyue, you spread the news, saying that someone brought an illegitimate child to the door and was beaten out by Mr. Ling. Both the adults and the children were bruised and bruised, it was horrible, let others see it, so as not to have to go to the muddy water if there is nothing to worry about. died."

Ling Nuanqing slammed the door, turned to look at the man, and felt that he was more of an eyesore than ever.