Back to the Four Seasons Genting, Mingyue wants to send Ling Shaocheng upstairs.

"You go back."

"I'll send you up."

Ling Shaocheng seemed to be a little awake, "I know what you are going to do. I have been taking medicine all the time, so don't worry."

But why do I still get sick after taking medicine?

Ling Shaocheng knocked on the temple, "I won't let her go because I neglected Ling Nuanqing, I can see that..."

When Mingyue heard this, he felt relieved. It was probably because what happened tonight stimulated him.

"The photos have been released, and he can't think of it tonight."

"Mingyue, go back soon. I'm tired and want to go to bed."

Ming Yue watched Ling Shaocheng walk upstairs, and he knew his temper, so he didn't dare to follow.

Ling Shaocheng returned to the house and did not go to the bathroom as soon as possible. He took out his cell phone, and his pocket was soaked, and the phone couldn't turn on it.

Ling Shaocheng opened a bedside table with a new cell phone inside. He took it out and walked to the window and walked.

He remembered his parents' phone number. He was wandering for so long and didn't dare to dial it.

But he must tell them that he has children and is a very beautiful girl.

Ling Shaocheng pressed a string of numeric keys on the screen with his fingers, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. He even thought about what to say the first sentence.

Long time no see, he should have called mom first.

Ling Shaocheng put his phone in his ears with anticipation, but heard a mechanical female voice coming from inside, which was an empty number.

It's impossible, he won't remember it wrong.

Ling Shaocheng called another number, and the same empty number.

Why is this happening?

Ling Shaocheng looked at the heavy rain outside the window and gently hit the window.

The next day.

The bedroom door was opened, and a small figure crawled in, and the people behind couldn't hold her back.

"Yanyan!" Ling Ling lowered her voice, trying to pull her back.

Yanyan turned his head and looked at his brother. "What are you doing?"

"Don't go, what if it's inconvenient?"

"What is inconvenience?"

Yanyan really doesn't understand, and asked seriously.

Ling Ling stomped her feet in a hurry, "You'll come out anyway."

"don't want!"

Yanyan shook away Lingling and rushed in quickly. When she reached the end of the bed, she lifted the quilt and crawled in, found Ling Shaocheng and took it over.

The man was sleeping soundly, and he felt something moving in front of him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a furry head drilling out of the quilt. Ling Shaocheng looked at him carefully and Yanyan fell into his arms intimately. "Dad."

"Good morning, Yanyan."

The daughter looked up and kissed him on the chin, "It's a bit piercing."

Ling Shaocheng was sleepy and pulled her into his arms and hugged her, "Dad didn't shave."

Yanyan touched his chin, and Lingling soon came to the bed. Seeing that there was no one in the quilt, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Yanyan, come down quickly."

"I won't come down."

"Are you shy or not? You're a girl."

Ling Shaocheng turned around and looked at his son. He was now completely awake and reached out to Lingling. "Come here too."

The boy put his hands behind his back, "I'm not. I'm not a three-year-old child anymore. I need to act coquettishly with adults."

He had some disdain on his face and walked out with his hands behind his back like a little adult.

Yanyan sat up from the quilt, "Hmph, I'm three years old, I'm going to be with my father, briefly--"

Ling Shaocheng rubbed his daughter's head. It was rainy outside the window. It seemed that the weather was not good, and it would rain for several consecutive days.

"Dad, I miss Mom. Can you take Mom over?"

Ling Shaocheng looked at the ceiling above his head, "Okay."

"Really?" Yanyan crawled onto him, his eyes full of hope.

"real."

"Yeah, that's great!"

Ling Shaocheng gently stroked his daughter's head. He called last night, and he remembered it clearly.

But it’s only today that he remembers that he has no parents? He lost all his parents. Haven’t he been here like this for so many years?

After Ling Shaocheng got up, he took his two children to have breakfast.

Mingyue was waiting for him outside. After the man got into the car, he took out his cell phone to look at it. "The photos were taken very clearly and they were doing beautifully."

Ming Yue turned sideways and first observed Ling Shaocheng's expression. He was wearing a suit and tie, and was full of energy. He was the familiar look. Ming Yue gently lifted the corner of his lower lip, "From the woman entering the box to the timeline she left the hotel with Ni Songchang's hand in hand, he arranged the timeline for him. Besides, the media is best at catching the wind and shadows."

The car drove out of the Four Seasons Genting and just pressed over a speed bump. Before he could recharge the accelerator, he was blocked by a group of people.

"Mr. Ling, let me say a few words? Did you be with Ni Songchang yesterday?"

"It is said that there were others there at that time, is that true?"

Ling Shaocheng signaled the driver to stop the car. He fell down the car window on one side, and figures appeared in it. The reporters squatted down and could only see Ling Shaocheng's upper face.

"Why, who stipulates that you cannot bring your female companion with you when you have dinner?"

"What do you mean...Is there really someone to accompany you last night, right?"

Ling Shaocheng's mouth curled up a curve, "Yes, my uncle and I had dinner together. Do you need to bite so tightly?"

"So, who is the woman who left with Ni Songchang last night? Do you all know each other?"

Ling Shaocheng looked at the microphone desperately trying to stuff it into the car window, and he pushed it symbolically, a little impatient. "Where can I know me? It's just a woman, what are you going to do?"

To him, he is just a woman, he is a businessman, and this kind of thing is the most normal thing.

Ni Songchang has not responded, but now Ling Shaocheng has come forward to admit it. This matter cannot be suppressed even if he wants to.

If a person like Ni Songchang is involved in a relationship with a woman, it will be really troublesome.

The driver clicked the accelerator, and now the reporters have a lot of news to play freely.

A few days later.

Yanyan lay on the balcony and looked not far away. There was an exquisite cottage next to this villa. There have been people coming in and out these days.

She stared at me curiously and saw a group of people moving something in.

"Brother, is that the bed?"

"What are you doing when moving a bed?" Ling Lingman raised her head carelessly, "Our villa is as big as a villa, with several floors and rooms, all empty, so why do you still have to put a bed inside?"

"Maybe it's for my mother to live in."

"impossible."

Yanyan looked over there, Lingling pulled her to build blocks, but she didn't go.

When Ling Shaocheng came back, he saw Yanyan still on the balcony, "It's cold outside, why don't you go into the house?"

Yanyan stood on tiptoe and saw someone carrying a painting over again.

"Dad, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask."

Yanyan pointed to the cottage, "Is that for my mother?"
Chapter completed!