He walked to the bed a few steps and his eyes fell on her face. "Get up and eat breakfast."

Ling Nuanqing took antipyretics and her face turned red, her eyes narrowed and ignored him.

Ling Shaocheng sat down on the edge of the bed, and there was a clear sagging on the edge of the bed. He pulled Ling Nuanqing's quilt down, but she didn't expect her to grab her with both hands.

"Get up and eat something."

"I can't eat it."

Ling Shaocheng reached out his hand to the pillow. She was afraid that he would find the phone, so she hurriedly lay back and almost pressed the man's arm.

"Are you going on a hunger strike with me?"

Ling Nuanqing was so light that she really couldn't eat anything. "Do you have to swallow every meal in my stomach? Is this what you said?"

"I think you are overly worried. Why? Are you still thinking about how Cheng Yici is doing now?"

The air that Ling Nuanqing vomited from her mouth was hot. Ling Shaocheng touched her forehead, "If you are worried, you can call him or send him a message to ask him if he will be at home safely."

He seemed to have seen through her, Ling Nuanqing pressed his eyes, "I won't contact him."

Ling Shaocheng's mouth was filled with sarcastic sarcasm, "You won't contact him, it's so good."

"You'd better stay away from me, I'm sick."

Ling Shaocheng held the bowl in his hand. The temperature of the porridge was just right. He blew twice, scooped up a spoon and sent it to Ling Nuanqing's mouth.

He looked so well-dressed, with a straight suit, showing a noble man in front of others and beasts behind him. She pursed her lips and refused to eat them. Ling Shaocheng leaned towards her. "Don't you want me to fuck you?"

"When you are sick and can't eat anything, will your family feed you?"

Ling Shaocheng stared at the porridge in the bowl, his eyes getting darker, "Isn't my family the only one? Did anyone care about me when I was uncomfortable?"

She blew heavily, and the rice porridge was sprayed on Ling Shaocheng's face, but he was not angry, "If you don't eat, you won't have the strength to do whatever you want. Then I'll do whatever I want to do to you?"

"Have you forgotten what my aunt said?" Ling Nuanqing was really afraid that Ling Shaocheng would do whatever he wanted, "You can't treat me like that."

"Is her words an imperial edict?" Ling Shaocheng looked disdainful at the corner of his eyes, "I know whether he can touch you."

Ling Nuanqing was pried open by him with a spoon and poured her porridge into it. She simply bite the spoon.

"You really can't rest assured that he is. I'll take you over to see him now. I know where his family lives. Is it OK?"

"I won't go!"

Ling Nuanqing pushed his hand away, and a spoonful of porridge leaked into her collar. The porridge was still warm, so she subconsciously stepped back.

Ling Shaocheng pulled her collar open, put down the bowl and pulled a tissue in his hand. "Don't move."

He cleaned up for her, and Ling Nuanqing held down the collar and said, "I'll do it myself."

Ling Shaocheng simply lifted up her top, put her right hand in and wiped it carefully.

"I want to sleep for a while, and eat when I wake up."

He didn't force her anymore. Ling Nuanqing lay down, listening to the sound of the sound, but Ling Shaocheng never had the intention to go out.

The man took off his coat and hugged Ling Nuanqing in his arms as he lay down beside him. She was shocked, "What are you going to do?"

"I won't go to the company today, I'll be with you at home."

Ling Nuanqing heard it and her hair stood up, "You go and do your business..."

Ling Shaocheng lay on her pillow and pressed Ling Nuanqing's cell phone. She was afraid that Cheng Yici would suddenly reply to the message or call him. "You are by my side, I can't sleep."

The man's hand holding her waist did not let go, "Then you have to get used to it slowly. I can't let you sleep alone all the time."

Ling Shaocheng's chin was pressing against Ling Nuanqing's head, and the breathing sound fell on her hair in a slight way. She couldn't sleep at all, and her nerves became tighter and tighter.

"Why, can't sleep?"

Her eyes were closed, and even if she really couldn't sleep, she couldn't show it.

Ling Shaocheng looked at her side face, and his body seemed to be trembling when he was hugging her. This is definitely not the case when she faced Cheng Yici?

The aunt who gave them hot water said that the young couple had a good relationship when they saw that they had a good relationship and were talking and laughing when they got off the bus. The hotel owner also said that when they paid for the money to go upstairs, Cheng Yici took Ling Nuanqing a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and said that she wanted to let her drink it, and her heart felt sweet.

Ling Shaocheng felt suffocation again in his chest, and he wanted to let them go. Seeing her living happily with others, Ling Shaocheng could not even die.

Ling Nuanqing was nervous and dared not fall asleep. After taking antipyretics, he began to react, and sweated all over his body. Ling Shaocheng tightened the quilt for her, and she was about to push it away in discomfort. "I'm hot."

"It'll be fine in a while."

There was a knock on the door outside the room, and Ling Shaocheng patted his palms comfortably on her shoulder, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Ling, the old man's phone number."

"No, no time."

The servant was embarrassed and stood outside and dared not leave. "The old man spoke a bad tone and said if you refuse..."

There will definitely be no good things to say next. Ling Shaocheng glanced at the person in his arms and stopped the servant from behind. "I understand."

When he got up, he touched her forehead, which was much better than before. "I'll answer the phone and you can sleep with peace of mind."

Ling Nuanqing didn't even open her eyes, but just nodded.

Ling Shaocheng came downstairs. If the old man hadn't called his cell phone, no one would have called him on the landline.

"Hey, grandpa."

The person on the other end of the phone cursed, and there was nothing new except for the bastard seeking death. Ling Shaocheng gently placed the microphone on the table, and the old man's verbal abuse came continuously. Anyway, he couldn't see him, so Ling Shaocheng just needed to take advantage of the people over there to say he was tired and just talk perfunctorily.

Ling Shaocheng took out his cell phone from his pocket, responding to the old man, while staring at the message sent by Ling Nuanqing.

He tapped his fingers on it and replied a few words. "I'm fine, where are you?"

When Ling Nuanqing took out his phone from under the pillow, he happened to see this reply.

After knowing that Cheng Yici was fine, she felt relieved, and Ling Nuanqing stuffed her phone back.

Ling Shaocheng stared at the screen and unconsciously tapped his fingers on the back of the phone. If she stopped here, it would be fine. He would think that she felt guilty.

His attention was not at all on the old man's phone call. He stared at the screen, his eyes becoming complicated and gloomy. He didn't want Ling Nuanqing to respond any more, even if he had an expression.

"You little brat, are you listening to me?"

Ling Shaocheng came to his senses and picked up the microphone and put it in his ears. "Grandpa, I'm listening carefully and obeying the teachings."
Chapter completed!