Putting Dabao on the bed, Zhang Ruiqing goes downstairs to eat. Thinking of Ling shaotian's love words, she can't stand it. Her face is pale red and lasts for a long time.
Sitting on the table and eating with her head down, seeing that her face was not right, Xia Qinglian quickly asked, "what's the matter, is it a fever, and her face is so red?"
Such a question, Zhang Ruiqing's face more red, hastily explained: "no, no, I just woke up, a little hot."
"Hot, this day how can be hot, or pay attention to, don't wear so little, careful cold." After listening to her daughter's explanation, she took a look at the short sleeves she was wearing and quickly asked.
Zhang Ruiqing nodded: "I know."
"Eat." Xia Qinglian looked at her daughter's appearance, soft voice said, not in detail.
Zhang huaizhen hasn't come back yet. He has just called and will come back later. Just as the mother and daughter finished their meal, he pushed the door with a dusty face.
Seeing her husband carrying a briefcase and looking tired, Xia Qinglian hurriedly came forward: "didn't she say that she would come back very late? Why did she get home so early? If she knew this, we would wait for you to have dinner together."
"It's OK. The car broke down on the way. Ling shaotian sent me back." Then Ling shaotian, dressed in a black suit, stood in front of them.
Xia Qinglian worried face slightly a stiff, step forward to pull her husband: "well, how can the car break down, people OK?" She took a worried look at her husband and looked him up and down.
"It's OK. When the gas station was filling up, the car hit a nail and had a flat tire. When it happened to meet Ling shaotian, he sent it back to me. You go to prepare the food, and I haven't eaten with him yet." Holding his wife, patted her hand, Mou Guang gently told the story.
Hearing this, Xia Qinglian nodded at ease and asked the kitchen to heat up the food. She followed her husband to the room. Only Zhang Ruiqing and Ling shaotian were left in the living room.
They both stood there without saying anything. Ling Shao stepped forward in the sky, put his hand around her finger and asked quietly, "do you miss me, eh?"
Hand was tightly hooked by him, want to pull, but did not have that strength, hear his sexy voice around the ear, is the heartbeat: "you don't like this, let go."
"Then you first say if you miss me." Think of her just hazy bolt between the light voice called his shaotian, Ling shaotian's heart unprecedented comfortable.
Miss her, think of tight, put down the case in hand, grab the key and then fly to Zhangjia, half way, only to find that there is no oil in the car, turn a corner to the gas station.
But I didn't want to. When I met Zhang huaizhen, I saw him calling for a trailer. Then I found that his car had been punctured by a nail. She wanted to find some reason to go to Zhangjiajie.
Looking at the car that was looking for a tire and parked askew to one side, I couldn't say how happy I was.
"I don't want to. I don't want to see you every day." After a look at the busy people in the kitchen, they may come out at any time, as well as their parents' room behind them. Their mother can see their little movements at any time.
Thinking of his mother's attitude towards him, Zhang Ruiqing struggles to leave. Ling shaotian's eyes sink and lowers his head to his ear: "I'm very dissatisfied with your answer. Thanks to you in my heart and mind, I can't concentrate on my work. How can you compensate me?"
"Ling shaotian, when did you become so glib? My parents are still here. If you do this again, I..." Zhang Ruiqing couldn't help him. He almost called his mother.
Ling shaotian interrupted her quickly: "how about you, calling my mother-in-law? I brought her back today, but her husband doesn't look at the Buddhist face. She won't drive me away."
Zhang Ruiqing doesn't speak and has to let him pull. Xia Qinglian suddenly comes out and sees two hands holding hands. Her eyes sink, but she doesn't say much.
Go to the restaurant and shout to Ling shaotian, "come and have dinner."
Ling shaotian was very happy. His mother-in-law finally recognized him again. If he didn't stay tonight, it might be possible to take someone back.
Zhang huaizhen came out at the same time, looking at Ling shaotian's warm face, her eyes fell on her daughter, sighing in her heart that some things are doomed, and finally she can't get around the fate.
"Go to dinner, Rui Qing. You go up first. I have something to talk to him alone." Thinking about what happened in the past two days, he said to his daughter.
Knowing what Zhang huaizhen wanted to say, Ling shaotian was not there. She let go of Zhang Ruiqing's hand and comforted the worried woman in a low voice: "it's OK. You go up and take the children. I'll see you again."
She didn't speak, just nodded and turned away.
They went to the restaurant and sat down at the table. Xia Qinglian didn't stay much, so she turned and left.
There were only two men left at the table. Zhang huaizhen took a sip of water and brewed it for a long time before he spoke slowly: "what's the matter with Ling Shaofeng?"
"He wants LK." Ling shaotian didn't want to say more, but only said Ling Shaofeng's intention.
"You and him?" They were similar in appearance and name, and he had no reason not to doubt their relationship.
Ling shaotian also drank a mouthful of water and answered in a deep voice: "he is my twin brother, but we are not the same father."
Although he said it lightly, Zhang huaizhen didn't know that it was the truth that Ling shaotian didn't want to mention in his life, because he was burdened with too much pain.
But this man is his father-in-law, and he may become a member of his family in the future. He wants to go on with Zhang Ruiqing, so he has no scruples to say his gratitude and resentment with Ling Shaofeng.
Zhang huaizhen was stunned and digested the information. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "it's not convenient for me to participate in your grudges, but if we are also involved in Zhang Jia, especially Rui Qing, don't blame me for being unkind."
The business community in TianChao city is in chaos. Even Zhang Huanzhen's Linglong group has been affected. This afternoon, Zhang huaizhen received an express delivery, which contains pictures of Ling shaotian and his daughter's previous enmity, not only with Ling shaotian, but also with Li muyuan.
In addition to the photo, there was a promised threat letter.
Don't because of the relationship between your daughter and Ling shaotian, otherwise I will expose these things. Zhang Jia's daughter is a misbehaving person. It must be the headline of microblog.
It's not that he's afraid of what those people will do. He'll recover only if they hurt his daughter. He doesn't want to be hurt again because of these things.
Ling shaotian hears the meaning of Zhang Huai's truth. His eyes are cold. He quickly asks, "is something wrong with Rui Qing?"
Zhang huaizhen told us what happened today. He even thought it was not a coincidence that the car had been punctured. Ling shaotian was even more livid and had no idea of eating.
"I didn't think about it carefully. Don't worry. I'm afraid I'll give you a satisfactory result." With that, he lowered his head and thought of a solution.
They were silent for a while. Zhang huaizhen was about to speak. Xia Qinglian suddenly came up to him. Her face was firm and she couldn't tolerate any discussion. "Ling shaotian, if you want to marry my daughter, you must be married."
I'll be my son-in-law.
Ling shaotian is stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly relaxes. Not to mention being a door-to-door son-in-law, even if he wants his entire LK group and his life, he doesn't hesitate. As long as Zhang's people recognize him and his mother-in-law doesn't resist, he won't worry about anything.
Xia Qinglian saw that he was in a daze and lost in his heart. With some anger, she was just about to speak, but was interrupted by Ling shaotian: "as long as I'm in a vegetative position, is there anything else?"
In addition, ruzhuo. Xia Qinglian looks at Ling shaotian inexplicably. What's the situation? He doesn't understand the meaning of ruzhuo or says it on purpose.