Chapter 92 The Poor Little One at the Bottom of the Ling Family's Food Chain
Chapter 92 The poor little guy at the bottom of the Ling family’s food chain
Author: Zi Yunsu
Chapter 92 The poor little guy at the bottom of the Ling family’s food chain
The more Ling Sheng played, the more addicted he became.
In this family, even the little Lingbao stepped on him, and the servants and bodyguards were cold and did not take him seriously.
Only the patient in front of him who had no power to fight back could be allowed to be bullied by him.
He chatted for a while and felt that the more he looked at the other person, the more familiar he looked.
The oxygen mask was so big that it almost covered the man's face.
Ling Sheng, stretched out his hand...
Just when he grabbed the oxygen mask and wanted to pull it off.
Another hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and pinched his wrist hard.
"Are you looking for death?"
The same cold hoarse voice as the night before appeared in his ears...
…
Ling Sheng is sick.
I had a high fever and kept talking nonsense.
Shouting that there is a ghost.
Out of the rare brother-sister relationship, Xiao Lingbao went to visit.
Um……
Others are somewhat possessed by this.
Ling Sheng is not, he just scares himself.
Lao Wu examined his illness and quickly prescribed the right medicine.
Within two days, Ling Sheng was alive again, but this time, for some reason, he looked much more honest.
Ling Yanhua was busy and had no time to care about him.
When I took the time to remember that I had a son, I found that Ling Sheng locked himself in his room every day and built models.
It was a set of his favorite toys that Wang Chuyou gave him after she found out he was sick.
Ling Sheng's baby looks like something.
It is a very large building model. It would take a child almost a month or more to put it together.
Ling Sheng's technique was so skillful that it only took a week.
Ling Yanhua stood aside silently, holding his hands and watching him finish the last part.
After Ling Sheng finished his fight, he glanced at his scumbag father, unable to hide his pride and show off.
"How long have you been playing?" Ling Yanhua asked.
Judging from the wear and tear of many parts, it cannot be run for half a year.
"I can spell at the age of five!" Ling Sheng snorted, "I can spell it in a week!"
"That's it..." Ling Yanhua touched his chin.
A sudden kick.
Wow!
The model collapsed when he stepped on it.
"What are you doing! This is my model!" Ling Sheng jumped up, "You pay me! You pay me!"
Ling Yanhua ignored him, sat down cross-legged with a cold face, and gathered the scattered parts.
"Watch it."
He has three simple words.
Ling Sheng froze before he could have a seizure.
Ling Yanhua's hands seemed to have eyes, and they were as fast as a flying shuttle. The huge parts seemed to have numbers in his eyes, and they would automatically jump into his hands and be spliced together without any error.
"Look at the time, how much is it?" At some point, Ling Yanhua stopped.
Ling Sheng looked at the clock on the wall and then at the perfectly assembled model.
Stuttering: "Three, three hours..."
"Yeah." Ling Yanhua stood up and pressed the top of Ling Sheng's head with his palm, "You work hard."
Ling Sheng was stunned.
It turns out that the scumbag father he looked down upon was so powerful?
…
"Brother, I heard that you are going to school tomorrow."
Little Lingbao ran to look for Ling Sheng,
"Uncle Fu Huo asked me to ask you if you want to ride in his car?"
In view of Ling Sheng's good performance during this period, Ling Yixi decided to give the naughty kid a chance.
But he didn't want to ask in person.
Ling Sheng didn't answer Xiao Lingbao's words at all. He put together the last model parts.
Pointing to the model in front of him: "Did you see it? I did it. Can you do it?"
You can't show off in front of your scumbag father, and look for a sense of superiority in front of little Lingbao, isn't that okay?
"Hmm -" Little Lingbao tilted his head and poked his chin.
Take action suddenly.
Snap!
The model was piled over by Ling Bao.
"What are you doing!" Ling Sheng almost hit someone.
Xiao Lingbao especially felt that it was not enough and had to step on it twice.
Then, she sat down in front of the volcano that Ling Sheng was about to erupt: "Brother, watch out!"
one hour later.
Ling Sheng looked at the model in front of him that had returned to its original state. The chin... needed to be fixed with his hands.
"Lingbao's done!" Little Lingbao clapped his hands, "Brother, this isn't very difficult for you. How long will it take you to do it?"
Ling Sheng: "I, I..."
Okay, he admitted it.
He gave up.
This family is full of monsters!
He is at the bottom of the food chain... He accepts his fate...
In just half a month after returning to the Ling family, Ling Sheng's outlook and confidence were all destroyed.
"I hate you! Wuwuwu..." He cried and ran out.
"Brother, whose car are you taking to school tomorrow?" Ling Bao asked after him.
"Don't ask me, I hate, hate, hate... wu wu wu..." Ling Sheng cried and ran away.
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Modeling is Ling Sheng's greatest self-confidence. He has shown talent in this area since he was a child, much better than ordinary children.
Even before returning to Ling's house, he signed up for the city's children's model competition and reached the finals.
But now, he is not sure whether he has the ability to win the championship.
On the playing field.
He looked at the brand new work parts in front of him with dismay.
The other children were accompanied by their parents, who were filming non-stop with cameras below, but he was the only one...
Ling Sheng looked up, there was no father or mother.
There was only one second uncle with whom he was not very close, sitting below, playing childish Monopoly on his mobile phone, smiling happily.
He lazily unpacked the models and put them together one by one.
No one cares about him anyway, he is so bad anyway, so his life is unnecessary...
"I've done it." He raised his hand lazily.
The whole place was quiet.
Ling Sheng raised his eyes.
Seeing the shocked eyes all around.
"How long did it take you?"
"Ling Sheng, you set a record!"
"Isn't this genius?"
Other parents were also excited, "This is a truly talented player!"
"Our family hasn't even done the classification yet."
"I am convinced that I have lost..."
"This kind of kid will definitely get a head start from prestigious schools when he goes to higher school..."
Ling Sheng went home holding a big trophy.
Ling Yixi on the side unexpectedly willingly held his competition work for him.
Ling Sheng was proud again.
Even the second uncle, who never looked at him seriously, looked at him a few more times today with surprise and admiration.
It’s just a matter of praising him crazily!
"Look! I came first in the competition today!"
At the dinner table, he announced proudly.
The old man took a look at his work and said, "Yes, not bad."
There was no particular joy or excitement, just like praising a kitten for catching a little mouse.
Ling Xuanyan also took a look and said nothing.
Ling Yongshuo also took a look, but also... wasn't sure what to say.
Ling Wenyang... smiled: "Our Ling Sheng is really awesome."
Don't be too obvious in your tone when coaxing your child.
Lao Qi was outside to catch up with the announcement and did not come home.
Lao Ba was also running outside and didn't come home.
In the end, only Ling Yanhua and Xiao Lingbao were left at the dinner table.
"How long did it take you to work on this?" Ling Yanhua asked.
Ling Sheng... was nervous.
The horrific story of being beaten by the scumbag father replayed in my mind.
"Half, half an hour..." he stammered, and immediately added,
“It took everyone more than three hours!”
He is still very powerful!
Ling Yanhua looked at little Lingbao: "How long does it take for Lingbao?"
Xiao Lingbao took a look at Ling Sheng's work and started counting with his little fingers...