He naturally hoped that the old man would truly accept Ling Nuanqing. If he just asked her to come for a meal, Ling Shaocheng would be too terrible to go in and ask for someone like this.

"Mingyue, you have to keep guarding each other, let alone a car, even if you come out alone, you have to interrogate me carefully."

"yes."

Ling Nuanqing stayed in the old man's study, and she couldn't help looking in the direction of him and Uncle Feng.

The two of them looked serious, and she couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.

There were footsteps coming outside the house, and it was not like a person. Every step seemed to be stepping on Ling Nuanqing's heart.

Her heartbeat accelerated, and her eyes couldn't help but sweep towards the door.

The door was knocked on by someone, and Uncle Feng said and came in.

Several strong men walked in and their eyes fell on Ling Nuanqing, and each of them had a fierce look on their expressions.

She couldn't help but step back, fearing that these people would suddenly take action, so she didn't even have time to shout for help.

Uncle Feng walked to the window and answered a call. He didn't say anything, but just responded softly. "Yes."

Those subordinates were about to approach Ling Nuanqing, but Uncle Feng stopped him. "Are there any rules? Didn't you see the master having a guest? Go out and say something?"

Uncle Feng walked to the door first. When several people heard this, they looked at each other. These were all people raised by Uncle Feng, so how could they not understand what he meant.

They followed Uncle Feng outside, and Ling Nuanqing's heart settled down again. The old man's face became even more ugly, and he threw Ling Nuanqing there and ignored her.

After a while, Uncle Feng returned to the house, "Miss, lunch is ready, go and have a meal."

"good."

Ling Nuanqing didn't want to stay in the study, so she was very depressed.

Uncle Feng walked to the old man and handed him the wet towel on the table, "You have also wiped your hands and had a meal."

Uncle Feng saw Ling Nuanqing walking out, and then said, "Mr. Ling is here, and he is guarding him, so he can't act rashly."

"So fast?"

"You also know that this person is his baby, and he can't disappear from under his nose for a moment."

The old man wiped his hands and slammed the towel on the table hard. "Then kill it directly at home!"

"No, do you want Mr. Ling's life too?"

Outside the old house, raindrops fell little by little on the glass window, and Ling Shaocheng's vision quickly became blurred.

He looked at his watch from time to time, feeling a little anxious, not knowing when the meal was to be eaten.

The old man pretended that he didn't know anything and didn't send anyone to invite him.

Seeing that the time was almost done, Ling Shaocheng pushed open the car door and went down.

Mingyue put on an umbrella and wanted to follow in. Ling Shaocheng squeezed out the cigarette in his hand, "You can wait in the car."

He walked into the yard of the old house, where there remained unchanged for decades. The two locust trees that were stuck in the southeast corner of the yard were older than him, with thick trunks. When the wind blew, the rain fell from the cracks of the trees.

Ling Shaocheng doesn’t have many good memories here. He is indifferent by nature and is not close to everyone.

The old house is not his home, and it is even colder than his heart.

He walked in step by step, with uneven cobblestone paths under his feet, and he could see the end at a glance.

Ling Shaocheng seemed to be able to see himself sitting on the steps not far away when he was a child, hoping that the stars and the moon would not wait for his parents to come back.

At that time, uncles and aunts would bring Ling Zhixia and Ling Chengxian over, and the family of four was neat.

When the uncle saw him, he couldn't help but sigh and wanted to touch his head, but Ling Shaocheng didn't like such touches.

In the eyes of others, he is a poor person.

Ling Shaocheng's fingers holding the umbrella handle were chilling, and his knuckles were pale.

This kind of depression gradually became an invisible shackle until he met the abandoned Ling Nuanqing.

At that time, he was still an inadequate little adult. He would not care about taking care of others, and he would not comfort others, let alone comfort them.

Everything is so busy, but warm and satisfied.

Ling Shaocheng came to the door with an umbrella. The door was not closed tightly and he could vaguely hear the voice inside.

The old man's laughter came into Ling Shaocheng's ears. He put the umbrella next to him and pushed the door straight into his hand.

Ling Nuanqing was having dinner with the old man. Seeing Ling Shaocheng coming in, he was about to put down the bowl.

There was a fleeting displeasure in the old man's eyes, "The boss is here."

"Grandpa, why don't you call me for dinner?"

"Are you asking you to come and feel angry? I didn't quarrel with me any time. When I see you, I have to eat less."

Ling Shaocheng walked to the dining table and glanced around it. "The dishes are good."

"I've come here, sit down and eat."

"No, I've eaten it."

Ling Shaocheng walked to Ling Nuanqing, stretched out his right hand and placed it on the back of her chair.

Ling Nuanqing quickly scattered the last two bites of rice in the bowl. "Grandpa, I'm full."

"Why did you eat this, like a kitten?"

"I've eaten a lot today, mainly because the food here is delicious."

Mr. Ling seemed very happy and nodded with a smile. "Okay, come and have dinner with grandpa in the future."

Ling Nuanqing naturally agreed first. "Okay."

"Grandpa, there is still some urgent matter at home, so we have to go back quickly."

Mr. Ling knew that Ling Shaocheng didn't want to stay here, so what else could he have to worry about now?

Ling Nuanqing was very obedient and had already stood up. "Goodbye grandpa."

It would be boring for the old man to force him to stay, "Nannuan, come again another day, grandpa will teach you how to practice calligraphy."

"good."

Ling Shaocheng held Ling Nuanqing's hand, his little hand was quite warm. The two walked out and the man picked up the umbrella at the door.

The rain was a bit heavy, and the splashed water stains could stain the trouser legs. Ling Shaocheng handed the umbrella to Ling Nuanqing and "hold it."

He took the lead down the steps and bent down to carry her.

Ling Nuanqing looked around and said, "No."

"hurry up."

She must be unable to resist him. Ling Nuanqing was afraid of being seen, so she rushed behind Ling Shaocheng and jumped on him.

He didn't expect Ling Nuanqing to be so strong. Ling Shaocheng rushed forward uncontrollably and quickly grabbed her leg, "Have you become fat as big as a ball recently, it's very heavy?"

"No, I...I just had a meal."

Ling Shaocheng weighed it, "It's a bit heavy."

Ling Nuanqing held the umbrella high with one hand and wrapped the other around Ling Shaocheng's neck, "If you talk about it, I won't give you an umbrella anymore, so that you can be soaked in a dregs."

"Okay, let's not talk, I still have to beg you to hold an umbrella."

Ling Nuanqing put her face on Ling Shaocheng's shoulder. When she was carried by him when she was a child, she felt that his shoulders were wide and powerful. After so many years, it was still the same.

The sound of rain hit the umbrella, and the noise continued, but her heart was as calm as water.
Chapter completed!