Ling Nuanqing's eyelids were trembling, and so were the corners of her mouth.

She wanted to step back, and Ling Shaocheng kissed her lips, "Don't cry."

"The wind is so strong that I may feel cold and tears fall."

Ling Shaocheng wrapped her in a coat. Ling Nuanqing always felt that this was too ostentatious and hesitant.

He was partial to her. In the past, even if Mrs. Ling, who was the real brand, stood beside her and wanted to hold his arm, she had to see what occasion it was.

The man took the photos he took secretly and looked at them. It was absolutely amazing. He could use it after going back to practice.

Four Seasons Genting.

It was two days later when Ling Chengxian called.

Ling Shaocheng saw the caller ID and thought there was something big, so he picked up his phone and put it in his ear. "Hey."

"Boss, are you going to switch to the entertainment industry? Do you want me to introduce you to an agency..."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Ling Chengxian was almost thrusting on the other end, "You are so popular, don't you know? Someone wants to dig deep into you."

"You are so annoyed, you're fine."

"You said grandpa would be happy if he saw those photos? Or would he be angry?"

Ling Shaocheng threw away the magazine in his hand, and a hard corner hit the water cup next to him, splashing water stains inside, and half of the cover was soaked.

“What photo?”

"I'll send you a look, don't worry, I've seen it all, with a particularly delicate face..."

"Ling Chengxian, come here to gloat?"

Ling Shaocheng sneered and said bluntly, "Have you coaxed your own woman?"

"What did you say?" Ling Chengxian's tone changed immediately, "Are you provoking trouble?"

"It's not the trouble you're trying to mess with the flowers yourself."

Ling Chengxian hung up the phone.

Within a few seconds, a short video was posted on Ling Shaocheng's mobile phone.

He clicked and looked at it. It was a video downloaded from a certain voice. Every photo was his. Some were in a slanted head, some looked up at the distance. The last picture was frozen. It should be that he leaned over and kissed Ling Nuanqing.

The camera was pulled very close, and his contours and facial features looked more vivid against the soft light.

Ling Nuanqing came down from the building, "Ling Shaocheng--"

When she approached, she found that he was also looking at it, "I just saw it, and I have liked it hundreds of thousands."

The comment section is crazy output, and all kinds of praise words are bursting, such as gloomy temperament, such as a person like an exiled immortal, and this person should only be in the sky...

Ling Nuanqing is not worthy of appearing in this picture.

The last photo must have her, but it is obvious that Ling Nuanqing was cut off.

Cut off!

Ling Shaocheng's face became increasingly ugly, "Looking for death!"

He was about to get up with his cell phone in his hand, and Ling Nuanqing hurriedly grabbed him. "Why are you doing?"

"Let Mingyue go and find him, and even dig three feet into the ground, he must pull out this person."

"How beautiful people have taken you, let's calm down."

Ling Nuanqing was almost laughing, "And, your hat is popular, so many people went to street stalls to look for it. Now there are videos of taking photos with this hat on the Internet."

Ling Nuanqing felt that she had a good vision and had unknowingly cultivated a new generation of internet celebrities.

The old house of the Ling family.

The old man stood in front of the desk, with half-written brushes and a broken pen on the table.

Uncle Feng looked carefully, but said nothing. Old Master Ling kneaded the rice paper into a ball.

"I just said that the boss will be destroyed sooner or later in the hands of that woman, you still don't believe it."

"Old man, please relax..."

Mr. Ling came to the window with a cane, "I'm so alone, what's going on now."

A reporter called in the morning and asked him if he knew that Ling Shaocheng had become popular on the video website.

The Ling family has a rigorous family tradition, how could such a "scandal" occur?

"If you don't do it, it's probably too late."

Uncle Feng's temple jumped, "Old man..."

Mr. Ling raised his hand and signaled that he didn't need to say anything more.

Ling Nuanqing stayed at Siji Genting most of the time. After sending her two children to school, she went back to her room to handle some work matters quietly.

Before lunch time was yet, the servant came over and knocked on the door.

"Miss."

"Come in."

The servant pushed the door down and did not walk into the room. "The master is here."

Ling Nuanqing was stunned and quickly put down the pen in her hand. She walked to the door and looked at Ling Shaocheng's room. "Where is Mr. Ling?"

"Just going out for a while."

Ling Nuanqing wanted to call Ling Shaocheng, but he didn't expect that the old man went upstairs directly and stood at the entrance of the stairs, "Nuannuan."

She had no choice but to walk over quickly and say hello in a low voice. "Grandpa."

"Let's go, go to the old house with grandpa for a meal today."

Ling Nuanqing was so scared that she was shocked, "No need, I've eaten it."

"Have you eaten at this time? Is that breakfast? Or are you afraid of me?"

"No."

"That's good. The boss and the others are unwilling to accompany me. I'm counting on you now."

Ling Nuanqing followed the old man downstairs, and before leaving, he looked at the servant behind him. "Auntie, I'm not having lunch at home, don't prepare it for me."

"good."

Uncle Feng was waiting under the building. Seeing the two left, he walked into the house and said to the servant who was about to call. "You don't need to notify Mr. Ling of this little thing. You know his temper, and you will be unhappy again later."

In the old house of Ling family.

Ling Nuanqing was grinding ink for the old man, and her wrists were sore, but the other party had no intention of stopping.

Uncle Feng knocked in and said, "Miss, go and have some fruit next to you, I'll do it."

He took two steps forward and took over Ling Nuanqing's work. She walked to the coffee table next to her and did not take her seat.

Uncle Feng moved very slowly and whispered to the old man, "The staff has been arranged."

The old man stopped writing, "Then don't wait any longer."

"You took the person away. Mr. Ling wanted to find someone, and the first person he would think of you..."

The old man ignored these things at all. When Ling Shaocheng came to seek punishment, everyone was sent away.

He put the pen next to him, and Ling Nuanqing always felt the atmosphere was depressing. She could see that the old man didn't really like her. Even though he brought her into the old house, he didn't say anything more to her.

The cell phone in Ling Nuanqing's pocket vibrated twice. She took it out and looked at it. It was a message sent by Ling Shaocheng.

A very simple sentence.

"Don't be afraid, I'm outside."

Ling Nuanqing's beating uneasy heart was suddenly relieved a lot, and all her fears were overwhelmed, so she replied with a good word.

Ling Shaocheng stared at the phone screen. He sat in the back seat, with his eyes raised and looked out.

Ming Yue untied his seat belt, "Mr. Ling, do you want to go in directly?"

“No need.”

"Aren't you very worried about the lady?"

Rather than being unable to see or touch outside, wouldn’t it be better to go in and take her away?
Chapter completed!