Chapter 37

When Ling Zhen was born. Lingjue is sitting on the bed obediently. He is reading a book in his hand.

He came closer and saw that it was the Chinese book of junior three.

"Here you are." Ling Jue put down the things in his hand and glanced at him lightly.

Ling Zhensheng is slightly shocked. It seems that he hasn't called his father since the last few days.

He still remembered that when they met in the past, he would weakly call for his father.

Pressing down on the depression in his heart, he clenched the mobile phone in his hand and asked in a cold voice, "how are you feeling today?"

"Still alive." Lingjue picked a raisin and put it in her mouth. Looking at the gifts piled up there, lingjue smiled a little. "They came to see me today."

Ling Zhensheng looks at the things over there. There is a box with a doll, a water gun and several Rubik's cube.

Ling Jue glanced at him. "You say, my brothers and sisters, how careless the gifts they prepared for me are."

"Don't you like them?" Ling Zhensheng asked.

"No, they used to bully me, but last night you helped me 'get back to justice', and I should be satisfied."

"Why do you always talk so sultry!" Ling Zhensheng looked at him angrily. "You should be sunny at your age, not a little boy with hatred in his eyes!"

Ling Jue lightly raises eyebrows, "do you think I am full of hatred now?"

"You have a good rest. I'll send someone to pick you up for the high school entrance examination tomorrow."

"Oh." Lingjue looks at him and nods.

Ling Zhensheng took a deep look at him, then walked out.

Qu Mo outside was waiting for him, as if he knew what he was going to ask, and said all he knew.

"Recently, the young master has no abnormal situation, so there is no treatment. I went out for a walk this morning and had two bowls of rice at noon. "

"Well, I see." Ling Zhensheng nodded and left the hospital quickly.

Qu Mo originally wanted to say what Ling Ying said, but to think about it, the rule of their line is that they don't talk much, many things can't be managed by themselves.

"Sir, your acting just now was excellent." Tangyuan jumped to her side and looked at the blue and purple handle eagerly.

Lingjue picked up a grain and put it in his mouth, poked at its round body, "it's interesting to play a rebellious little boy."

"Cluck..." Tang Yuan laughed, and the handle in his mouth fell on the bed. He moved his body and continued to chase the handle.

"Sir, put it in my mouth. I have no claws." His body pressed the handle to prevent it from rolling.

Ling Jue picked up the raisin and put it in his mouth. "Tangyuan, are you going to lose your hair?"

"Wood has wow." He said vaguely, chewing on the handle.

"You can't grow claws until you shed."

"Yeah."

“……” Lingjue looks at it with a bad smile. Tangyuan swallows a raisin. He feels the gloomy breath coming from his head. He swallows his saliva. "Sir, what do you want?"

"I remember you used to lose your hair and look very ugly --"

"no, no, no, no!!" Tangyuan shakes his little body, jumps to her palm, and rolls happily in her palm. "Tangyuan's hair is not the same as last time. This time, I can have the ability to pretend that it hasn't fallen. Sir, you can't see Tangyuan's hair at all. Whoa ~"

roll around happily Ling Jue poked his stomach with a smile, "is that right?"