Newly married wrong love, blaming ex-wife

Chapter 35
Mu Tianqing was a little unaccustomed and wanted to pull out her hand, but Ling Ze held it tightly, as if he would disappear if he let go.

knock knock...

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

Mu Tianqing turned her head suddenly, and when she saw the well-groomed man at the door, she pulled her hand out forcefully, and Ling Ze followed suit.

"You guys talk first, I'll go out first."

Mu Tianqing put her hands behind her back, like a child who has done something wrong, she lowered her head and ran out.

That's when Ling Yuan came in, and then pulled a mountain to sit down, and then crossed his two long legs, his figure was like a model, still carrying a kind of angry tension .

"Uncle, why do you look at me like that?"

Ling Ze gasped involuntarily, as if he had hurt his wound too.

"I don't want to this time either. The snowy road is too slippery, so I missed it for a while."

Speaking of this matter, he really felt that his IQ in this life had been thrown into the dog's stomach.

It's really rare for a car to hit itself like this.

Ling Yuan continued to maintain such a posture, and Gu Jing Wubo's face also showed no thoughts, his pupils were slightly light, like ice and snow, and they were also clear and cold.

Straightforward, lazy and talkative.

He is like a robot, with self-discipline and eccentric personality.

Not to mention others, even Ling Ze was terribly afraid of his second uncle, from childhood to adulthood, even now, he may really not be afraid of anyone, but Ling Yuan, he is afraid, he is really Afraid.

"I'm not asking you that."

Ling Yuan slightly raised his eyelids, and his sharp eyes were also on Ling Ze's body.

"Ling Ze, you'd better not play too much, be careful playing yourself to death."

"Second uncle, I dare not."

Ling Ze hastily raised his hand to surrender, but his wound was painful again, and a lot of cold sweat oozes from his forehead, but Ling Yuan is like a faint king, watching him in pain with cold eyes, watching him in pain, But he didn't even think about making a hand.

Ling Yuan stood up and warned Ling Ze condescendingly, but the voice that came out of his thin lips was really stiff.

"Ling Ze, remember what you said now. If you really do something irreversible in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Ling Ze tightened the quilt on his body, and a bean-sized drop of cold sweat oozed from the top of his forehead.

She narrowly escaped death, but it was... painful.

The curtains were gently blown by the wind, and then a cold wind passed by, and the woman on the bed couldn't help but frowned slightly. She seemed to be sleeping very badly, and clutched the quilt tightly with her hands. His knuckles just turned white with tension.

With a whoosh, she sat up, and there was not much blood on her face.

"What time is it?" She quickly lifted the quilt and wanted to go down, but her legs gave way, but she was thrown down hard, and with a bang, her head also hit the ground.

However, she didn't care about her painful head, but habitually pressed down the bangs above her forehead.

Sometimes she also feels that these bangs are a bit troublesome, but when necessary, this is the best and safest disguise for her.

She got up and looked for her mobile phone everywhere, but after searching for a long time, she searched all the places, but she still couldn't find it.

Where did the phone go?
She muttered to herself, she remembered, yes, what did she remember, no, what did she forget?

(End of this chapter)