The infatuated president lives up to his addiction to spoiling his wife

"Everyone is gone, there are only two of us left here."

The tightly wrapped body moved, and under Ling Jinyan's gaze, a thin arm stuck out, and after confirming that it was exactly as he said, the furry head followed.

"Don't be afraid to bore yourself."

Ling Jinyan took the initiative to help Ling Dong pull down the quilt, and the child took the first step, so he would try his best to complete the remaining steps for him.

Ling Dong still couldn't speak, folded his arms timidly, and stared at him blankly.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

He mistakenly thought that there was something wrong with the bandaged wound, "Come on, show my little uncle."

Children can always evoke the softest side of human nature. Facing Ling Dong, who has the same blood as him, Ling Jinyan's care for him is not temporary.

This modest care accidentally broke Ling Jinfeng's plot and indirectly saved the child.

Ling Dong didn't dodge Ling Jinyan's extended hand, but accepted his inspection with a blank face, like a doll without soul injection.

"Dongdong," Ling Jinyan sighed, "Next time, don't do something as dangerous as this morning."

"Hitting an egg against a rock is not worth the loss."

Ling Jinyan has always known that Ling Dong's feelings for Ling Jinfeng are "special". This child with severe autism is only six years old, but his strikes are fast, accurate and ruthless. It is hard not to make people doubt his sanity And hatred for Ling Jinfeng.

Ling Jinfeng has done a lot of sinful things, let's not talk about it for now, but is it really as simple as Ling Dong suffering from autism?

Ling Jinyan frowned and looked at his nephew who had lost his soul. Because of his genetics, his appearance was naturally the best, and the ruthlessness of "stabbing" Ling Jinfeng was no longer in his illusory eyes.

"You hate him?"

Ling Jinyan tried, and his thin lips moved. The "he" in his mouth naturally refers to Ling Jinfeng.

Ling Dong didn't respond at all.

"You hate Ling Jinfeng?"

The child's dazed eyes slowly focused, and he didn't look like a sick person.

Ling Jinyan really didn't know what to say. He could imagine how cruel Ling Jinfeng had done to the child, but after all, seeing is believing. There can only be a gap between imagination and reality.

"Dongdong, remember what my little uncle said, before you are unable to resist, you must not let yourself get into trouble."

"Do you know what would have happened to you if I hadn't been there?"

Ling Jinyan looked directly into Ling Dong's eyes with penetrating eyes, exuding a chilling majesty.

To his surprise, the child chose to avoid it for the first time, instead of just staring at it unconsciously.

Is Lingdong really just a simple autism?

Can he have his own future?

Ling Jinyan fell into deep thought, and asked himself again in his heart.

……

After the child fell asleep, Ling Jinyan exited Lingdong's room, but bumped into Shen Zhiyan who was supposed to be resting peacefully in his bedroom.

The woman's hair was loose, and she was only wearing a light gray-blue nightdress, outlining her beautiful figure thoughtfully.

"Mr. Ling..."

Looking at Ling Jinyan from the corner of her eye, Shen Zhiyan pretended to be panicked, the water glass in her hand shook, almost spilling water.

Before he could speak, she couldn't wait to find an excuse for herself: "I was rude, I'm really sorry, dressed like this."

The woman is very smart, keeping her head down all the time, showing her innocence.

"I'm thirsty, so I came out to get a drink."

Following her gaze, her bright red toes are tightly curled up, which seems to make her innocence more convincing.

But her calculations were wrong, Ling Jinyan didn't think her bare calves and ankles were sexy, he just found them disgusting, and even looking at them for a second was a waste of time.

"Ah."

He threw down a word lukewarmly, leaving Shen Zhiyan with a perfect back of the head and an expression of disbelief.

how come?

As proud as Shen Zhiyan, she couldn't believe that she had acted so proactively, that there was still a man who could ignore her and just say "um" perfunctorily.