I heard you got dumped again

Ever since Ling Yi came back from the Northern Lights, he seemed unintentional on the surface, but he was suppressing something in his heart.

He stood in front of the rental house, looking at the text messages on his mobile phone, with an innumerable gloom around him.

"If this happens until when, you must attend tonight's banquet!"

Thinking back to the phone call from Ling Zhen just now, Ling Yi turned and went downstairs.

Don't go home these two days, stay in another place!

When he walked out of the unit building, he was suddenly blocked by two black Lamborghinis.

Then a few bodyguards in black got out of the car.

"Master, the boss asked us to pick you up."

The hands hanging by the sides shook hands, and one of them opened the door of the rear seat. After a moment of silence, Ling Yi raised his foot and sat in.

In Ling's Villa, Ling Zhen was sitting on the sofa in the living room, dressed in formal attire, with his hands casually resting on the armrest of the sofa.

He didn't stand up from the sofa until the porch door rang, and when he saw Ling walking towards him, his anger rose all of a sudden.

"Look at you, what do you look like? As a man, wearing these messy things! It's a disgrace to me!"

After Ling Zhen finished speaking, he raised his hand to signal the secretary beside him.

The lady in business attire nodded slightly, and handed a white suit to Ling Yi.

"Master, President Ling ordered this to be custom-made by a famous designer. Would you like to try it?"

Ling stared at Ling Zhen intently, without any intention of touching the suit.

There was no softness in his eyes when he was outside, like a hedgehog, hiding its soft belly and standing up with spikes all over its body.

Ling Zhen was very dissatisfied with Ling Yi's attitude.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and change your clothes, and! Cut your hair for me!" Ling Zhen said, and said to the hairdresser who was already standing beside him: "Nieman, hurry up, Pick up that messy hair for him."

Nie Man is a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

He glanced at the young master of Ling's family, and after a pair of glances with Ling, he hesitated again and again, then walked over cautiously and said, "Master, sit here..."

Ling took a look at Nie Man, then suddenly reached for the hair scissors in his hand, turned around and cut the white suit in the secretary's hand two or three times.

Both the secretary and Nie Man were too frightened to speak, and the air was eerily silent.

Ling Zhen's face darkened immediately, and he called Ling Yi's name very menacingly.

However, Ling Yi raised his head to meet his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "In this family, there is no young master, only young lady, and there is no Ling Yi, only Ling Xi!"

"you……"

Ling was so angry that his chest heaved up and down, but Ling Yi turned around and went upstairs.

After closing the door, Ling stared blankly at the empty room.

There is only one child in this family, only Ling Xi!

He repeatedly emphasized in his heart, walked to the desk, picked up the photo frame on the table, and gently stroked the girl in the photo.

The girl was wearing a lovely blue dress, her hair was coiled into a ball head, and she wore a crystal hair crown, smiling sweetly.

"Brother, let's play the game of prince and princess!"

"Don't play, childish."

"What do you want? Otherwise, I will let my brother be the prince? How about it?"

"You have to be a prince if you like someone, but I can be your knight."

Ling Yi pulled his thoughts back, put down the photo frame in his hand, turned and walked into the bathroom.

When Ling went downstairs again, he saw that he was wearing a long evening dress, his hair was coiled up, and he was wearing a small crystal crown.

There was even delicate makeup on his face, Ling Zhen saw that, and almost lost his breath in anger.

"You...Are you going to dress like this to embarrass me?"

Ling Yi paused, then turned to Ling Zhen and said, "If you don't mind, I can go this way."

After finishing speaking, Ling left the gate of the villa without looking back, and left Ling's villa in a red sports car.

Inside the Windsor Nursing Home.

Ling Yi was wearing a black gauze evening dress and a pair of high heels studded with countless tiny black diamonds, walking in the corridor of the nursing home.

He stopped in front of a ward, and could clearly hear the conversations of the people inside.

"Madam Ling, just eat a little!"

The nurse carried a bowl of rib soup and coaxed the woman in the wheelchair. The woman was pale and had some obvious crow's feet at the end of her eyes, but she could still see that she was once a beauty.

She stared at Tang without opening her mouth. Instead, she turned her head to look at the night outside the window, and murmured softly, "Ling Xi said she would come to see me, Ling Xi... Ling Xi said she would come today..."

The woman in front of her sighed slightly, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and a very delicately dressed woman came in from outside.

The nurse turned her head to look, and said with a smile, "Ling...Miss Ling Xi is here!"

Ling Yi smiled and nodded: "Well, it's hard work."

He walked to the nurse, took the bowl in her hand, and sat down in front of Shan Qing.

The nurse silently exited the room and closed the door.

Shan Qing kept staring out of the window, Ling Yi said softly: "Mom."

Hearing the girl's melodious voice, Shan Qing finally turned her head, and her eyes lit up a little when she saw the person in front of her.

"Ling Xi?"

"Well, I'm sorry, I was delayed by something today, and I'm late."

As Ling Yi said, he scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to Shan Qing's mouth, and then she began to drink it obediently.

Ling Yi smiled, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and said softly, "If I don't come today, don't you plan to eat?"

Shan Qing didn't speak.

Ling Yi coaxed again: "This can't work, mother has to eat well and take care of her body so that Xixi can come here often, you know?"

Shan Qing nodded, then reached out to touch Ling Yi's face: "Our Ling Xi is so beautiful."

Ling Yi smiled and continued to feed her soup.

After taking care of Shanqing, the nurse came in to clean up the dishes.

After the nurse left, Shan Qing mysteriously stuffed a palm-sized doll into Ling Yi's hand.

Seeing the doll wearing a floral dress in his hand, Ling Yi raised his head to look at her, only to hear Shan Qing holding his hand, and said softly: "Today is your birthday, this is a gift from mom, do you like it?"

Ling Yi replied: "Yes, I like it, thank you mom."

Ling Yi stayed until it was dark and Shan Qing fell asleep before leaving.

He returned to Ling's villa, opened a room full of various dolls, and put the doll in his hand together with other dolls.

In fact, every year at this time, when Ling Yi went to visit Shan Qing, Shan Qing would make a doll for him and stuff it with his own hands, and it never stopped.

He moved the photo frame with the photo of the little girl towards the doll, and said softly, "Happy birthday, Ling Xi."

After taking off the dress on her body, Lingyi simply tidied up, and then returned to the rental house she was renting, but met Fei Yufan at the door.