Honey-colored giants: Ex-wife is too hard to quit

Chapter 111 Lucky or Unlucky?

Ling Shao took out a goblet, poured a glass of red wine and gently pushed it in front of Lan Dailin, "Drinking some wine will help you sleep! And..."

"What?" Lan waited for the shame in Lin's heart to completely dissipate with Ling Shao's actions, and she looked at Ling Shao curiously and asked.

"Women can beautify themselves by drinking red wine!" There was a faint smile on the corner of Ling Shao's mouth.

"I dare not drink your wine!" Lan Dailin gently grasped the bottom of the goblet, and gently pushed the glass of red wine back in front of Ling Shao.

"Are you afraid of me?" Ling Shao looked at Lan and said with a half-smile.

"What do you think?" Lan Dailin glanced at him and asked back.

Ling Shao smiled noncommittally, "Are you worried about Xiao Yu?"

"How do you know?" Lan Dailin looked at Ling Shao in surprise, and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

Did Ling Shao already know that Xiao Yu was his son?How else would he know everything?

"I forgot to tell you, that doctor was my friend that day!" Ling Shao leaned on the back of the chair comfortably, gently shaking the red wine in the glass to remind Lan to treat Lin.

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much! Xiaoyu's condition is not as serious as he said. As long as you treat it on time, you can recover soon!"

"How could I not be worried? Don't you remember what the doctor said that day?" There was a trace of worry in Lan Dailin's eyes.

"I know, but the chances are too low! Besides, even if it really develops to that stage, there is no cure! You are worrying for nothing!" Ling Shao comforted her softly.

"Maybe!" Lan Dailin nodded noncommittally.

Ordinarily, Lan Treating Lin was very calm and calm when facing anything, but when it came to Xiao Yu, she seemed very impetuous. Maybe it was because caring made chaos!
Ling Shao got up slowly and walked to Lan Dailin's side, and put his hand on her shoulder lightly, "Trust me, Xiao Yu will be fine!"

When Lan waited for Lin to raise her head and look at Ling Shao who was standing beside her, full of confidence, she inexplicably felt relieved.

At this moment, time seemed to go back to three years ago, and a simple comfort from Ling Shao could calm down her impetuous heart.

His words, his self-confidence seemed to carry a magical power, which made Lan Dailin feel extremely at ease.

"Thank you!" Lan Dailin looked at Ling Shao gratefully.

"It's getting late, go to rest!" Ling Shao slowly withdrew the hand on Lan Dailin's shoulder, and gently instructed.

"What about you? Don't you rest?"

"I don't want to sleep yet!" Ling Shao smiled at her, walked to the TV in the living room with a goblet, and sat on the sofa.

Looking at Ling Shao who was sitting on the sofa and drinking red wine lazily, Lan Dailin's eyes flickered slightly, and she turned and went back to the room.

Maybe it was because of Ling Shao's comfort, or something else, Lan made Lin sleep soundly that night.

Early the next morning, she woke up from her sleep and gently opened the door, only to find that Ling Shao was busy busy in the open kitchen of the presidential suite.

A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and the slight sound of her footsteps startled Ling Shao, who turned his head and smiled gently at her, "Are you awake? Go sit over there for a while! You can have breakfast later." Already!"

"Doesn't the hotel have breakfast? Why do you cook it yourself?" Lan Dailin asked suspiciously.

Ling Shao smiled without saying a word, put the last fried egg on the plate, then slowly turned around, carrying the plate with the fried egg, and walked towards the dining table.

On the dining table were two cups of slightly steaming milk, some toast, a few sausages, and this plate of fried eggs, forming a hearty breakfast.

"Come on, how about trying my handicraft!" Ling Shao smiled and untied the apron on his body, put it on the back of the chair beside him, and smiled at Lan Dailin.

Lan waited for Lin to smile gently, walked over slowly, looked at the breakfast on the table, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, "Except for these fried eggs, everything else should be delicious."

"Are you making fun of me?" Ling Shao smiled with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes, "This is the first time I cook breakfast for others, so please show some face!"

"Unexpectedly, I was lucky enough to taste the breakfast Mr. Ling cooked for others for the first time! Should I feel lucky or unlucky?" Lan waited for Lin to sit opposite Ling Shao, with a slight smile on her lips.

"What do you think?" Ling Shao looked at Lan Dailin with a half-smile and asked.

Waiting for Lin to avoid Ling Shao's gaze, Lan slowly picked up a fried egg, put it under her nose and sniffed it, and looked at it carefully for a long time, but she didn't say anything.

Ling Shao's fried eggs were really ugly, they were so dark that they had a strong burnt smell.

It can almost be called dark cuisine, and I believe that few people have the courage to eat this kind of food.

"Try it!" Ling Shao kept urging Lan to treat Lin with anticipation in his eyes.

"Forget it, I still don't want to eat it!" Lan waited for Lin to think for a long time, and finally put the fried egg on the chopsticks back on the plate, picked up the toast at the side, and took a small bite gracefully.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Ling Shao's eyes, but soon a relieved expression appeared on his face, he casually put the plate of fried eggs aside, and started to eat breakfast quietly.

This was the first time that Lan Dailin saw Ling Shao cook for breakfast. Even though the fried eggs were terribly fried and made people dare not swallow them, she was still a little moved.

Ling Shao, a tough man who never knew how to cook, actually cooks fried eggs for her, his intentions are already obvious.

But Lan Dailin would not accept it, nor did she dare to accept it.

After breakfast, the two packed their luggage and checked out of the room, and rushed to their destination.

The place to go this time is a manor, the journey is very far away, and it was almost dark when they arrived.

At this time, the huge parking lot at the entrance of the manor was already full of all kinds of luxury cars, which made Lan Dailin a little puzzled. Is there anything going on in the manor today?

The owner of the manor was very considerate, the servants took their luggage to the guest room, and the butler led Ling Shao and Mo Ru through the hall to the study on the second floor of the villa.

Pushing open the door of the study, a unique study full of Chinese flavor appeared in front of Lan Dailin.

The bamboo bookshelves are filled with various books, and a faint scent of ink permeates the entire study room.

There are many landscape paintings hanging on the surrounding walls. Although Lan Dailin doesn't know much about landscape paintings, she can still see some clues from the signatures on which paintings.

These paintings are all masterpieces, and she even saw a picture of a lady of the Ming Dynasty painter Tang Yin among them.

If Lan Dailin remembered correctly, some time ago Sotheby's auction house sold a picture of Tang Yin's lady, and the transaction price at that time seemed to be 700 million.

If estimated according to this price, the total price of these paintings hanging on the walls alone is tens of millions.

Lan waited for Lin to become more and more curious about who is the owner of this manor.

"Mr. Ling, Ms. Lan, please wait here for a moment! The master will be here soon!" The British butler in front of him said to the two of them in fluent Chinese.

Ling Shao nodded slightly, and the butler withdrew after serving fragrant tea to the two of them.

"Mr. Ling, is the owner here a Chinese hand? Why can a butler speak Chinese so fluently?" Lan Dailin asked curiously.

"China handy?" Ling Shao glanced at Lan Dailin with a smile in his eyes, glanced at the furnishings in the study, and smiled slightly, "You haven't found anything yet?"

"You mean..." Lan Dailin instantly understood Ling Shao's meaning.

Just judging from the decoration of this study, the owner here is by no means as simple as a Chinese hand.

There are many Chinese books on the bamboo bookshelves in the study, many of which are in traditional Chinese.

Simplified Chinese is already extremely difficult for foreigners, let alone traditional Chinese. In addition to so many Chinese landscape paintings on the walls, the identity of the owner is already on paper.

Even if he is not Chinese, he must be an old overseas Chinese. Apart from this possibility, Lan Dailin can't think of another possibility.

While the two were chatting, the door of the study was pushed open, and a white-haired Chinese man walked in slowly.

Although he looked very old, he was in good spirits, his remote senses were upright, and he exuded a faint aura of a superior.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ling Shao who was really sitting on the bamboo chair. The old man had a happy smile on his face, "Xiao Ling, why did you suddenly want to come to see me, a bad old man?"

"Uncle Lin was joking, can I not come for such a big event as your [-]th birthday?" Ling Shao smiled and stood up to greet him.

"Your nose is still so good. I can already hide it from others. I didn't expect you to know it!" The old man looked at Ling Shao kindly and smiled, and then looked at Lan Dailin, "No Let me introduce this beautiful lady!"

"Lin..." Lan waited for Lin to stand up quickly, but for a moment she didn't know how to address the old man.

"Just call me uncle with Xiao Ling!" The old man smiled nonchalantly.

"Uncle Lin, I'm President Ling's assistant Lan Dailin, you can call me Xiaolan!" Lan Dailin said with a smile.

This old man gave her a good impression, especially his face made Lan treat Lin feel a little familiar.

The old man nodded slightly, "Lan Dailin? It's a good name! Why do I feel this name is so familiar? I seem to have heard it somewhere! I'm old, and my memory is not good, so I can't remember it for a while! Miss Lan, don't mind. , please sit down, please sit down!"

The old man beckoned the two to sit down, and then looked at Ling Shao with a twinkle in his eyes, "Xiao Ling, I'm afraid it's not as simple as just celebrating my birthday, is it?"

"You really know everything. In fact, I have a question to ask you!" Ling Shao always had a smile on his face, and his words were a little casual.

"For the Wal-Mart Group to enter the mainland market?"

"That's right!" Ling Shao nodded, "If I remember correctly, the Wal-Mart Group didn't seem to have such a plan back then!"

Just as the old man was about to answer, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

"Sir, the guests are almost all here! Can the dinner begin?" the butler folded his hands and lowered his head respectfully.

"Miss, are they back?"

"Miss just called to say that they have arrived at the gate of the manor!"

"Okay, you go! I'll be right there!"

It wasn't until the housekeeper retreated that the old man stood up, looked at Lingsha and Lan Dailin and said with a smile, "It seems that our conversation has to end here! Let's go to dinner first, and we can continue our chat after dinner!"

The old man and Ling Shao walked out side by side, and Lan Dailin followed behind them. When they reached the stairs, Lan Dailin found that the hall of the manor was already full of guests, just as Ling Shao and Lan Dailin were planning to find a table While sitting down, suddenly a pair of men and women came in from the door of the hall.

Seeing the two people walking in, Lan Dailin froze for a moment.

How could it be them?

(End of this chapter)