Ling Zhenghui finally sat back on the chair. He did not answer Ling Haijun's question, but said meaningfully: "It seems that the situation inside is very complicated. People from the Yang family are actually mixed with descendants of the Ling family, and
We are still boyfriend and girlfriend, this is really interesting."
"Dad, what is going on?" Ling Haijun, whose curiosity was aroused, couldn't help but become anxious, "Dad, can you talk to me about this matter?"
"I don't know what's going on," Ling Zhenghui sighed, and then said seriously: "You can't tell anyone about this matter, you know?"
"Why?"
"This matter is unusual," Ling Zhenghui's expression became more serious, "This boy's matter is of great importance. If he goes around shouting and causes trouble for the family, then you and I will be doomed. I want to find an opportunity to ask your grandfather,
And your grandpa. If they know about this, then we can’t say anything and don’t mess with this kid; if they don’t know, then we must let them know.”
"Dad, what's going on?" Ling Haijun was even more confused, "Is this kid really so important?"
"It's related to the grievances between the Ling Yang family," Ling Zhenghui didn't plan to say more, but sternly warned Ling Haijun, "No matter how he treats you, don't go to him to cause trouble. In the future, try to stay away from him.
If you mess with him, you will not only anger Ling Ruonan, but also make several old men angry, and eventually we, father and son, will be unlucky. Remember?"
"Dad, remember," Ling Haijun had to agree dully.
However, he was also fortunate that the conflict with Luo Ziling did not become more intense, otherwise things would have been really troublesome.
Ling Haijun knew that although his father Ling Zhenghui had always been dissatisfied with Ling Ruonan, he only dared to whisper in private and never dared to show it in front of others. In terms of the status of the Ling family, Ling Zhenghui was far behind Ling Ruonan.
Far away, not at the same level at all.
As the grandson, Luo Ziling is also much taller than his grandson from the side branch.
But when he thought about how many times he was "bullied" by Luo Ziling and his subordinates were beaten by Luo Ziling, but he could not find justice, he couldn't help but feel depressed.
"Remember what dad said just now," Ling Zhenghui warned Ling Haijun seriously again before leaving the room.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that her husband looked a little strange, Li Lanying came forward curiously and asked, "What happened?"
"It's nothing." Ling Zhenghui knew that his wife was a talkative and couldn't hide anything, so he didn't dare to tell her.
Li Lanying knew what happened, but her husband didn't tell her and she didn't bother to ask.
After Yang Qingyin got in the car, she smiled and said to Luo Ziling: "Your uncle and your cousin must be talking about things related to you."
"My uncle?" Luo Ziling didn't react for a moment.
The title uncle felt so strange in his heart.
Not only was uncle unfamiliar, but the terms father and mother were also very unfamiliar because he had never said them out loud.
"The one next to Ling Haijun is his father, Ling Zhenghui. He is your mother's cousin, so naturally he is your uncle. The relationship is just a little distant." When talking about Ling Ruonan, Yang Qingyin sighed slightly in his heart.
Luo Ziling thought for a while and nodded: "It's true. That Ling Haijun who almost got into a fight should be my cousin too."
"If I'm not wrong, Ling Zhenghui must have recognized you," Yang Qingyin smiled helplessly, "Would you like to chat with them later?"
Luo Ziling shook his head: "I haven't even met my parents. It's better not to meet other people for the time being. My mother can't even meet me, so it's even more inconvenient for other people to meet."
"When you come here to play, you will meet so many people you know." Yang Qingyin shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe in the following days, we will meet other people we know."
"Don't you want to play here anymore?"
"Let's watch after we play today." Yang Qingyin smiled sheepishly at Luo Ziling.
Luo Ziling didn't say anything else.
Because it was raining lightly, the trip to Liushugou was not very enjoyable. In addition, the National Day holiday had already begun, and there were many people in Liushugou Scenic Area. The two of them did not feel the warmth and romance they expected.
However, Luo Ziling's enthusiasm and cheerfulness still infected Yang Qingyin, and she had no regrets.
"Sister, your clothes are a little wet, are you cold?" When walking out of Liushugou Scenic Area, Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin with concern.
It had been raining lightly in the morning. Although the two of them held umbrellas and Luo Ziling let Yang Qingyin wear his jacket, they were still a little wet. Especially Yang Qingyin's shoes were a mess.
Seeing Yang Qingyin's appearance, Luo Ziling was a little embarrassed.
"It's okay," Yang Qingyin smiled and shook his head, "You are wetter than me, so be careful of catching a cold!"
"I hope I get sick during this trip, so that my senior sister will be by my side to take care of me," Luo Ziling said with a proud face, "I would be so happy to have a beautiful woman by my side to take care of me."
"Hmph, I don't want to take care of you," Yang Qingyin snorted, "Who told you to look like a stupid cow?"
"Am I a stupid cow?" Luo Ziling suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
"Yeah, you're so stupid," Yang Qingyin said, giggling and running away.
During this morning's trip, the two of them didn't take many photos because it was inconvenient on a rainy day, which made both Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling regretful.
They decided to throw away their umbrellas in the afternoon and take more photos at the risk of getting wet to save more memories for this trip.
But after lunch, things took a sudden turn.
While preparing to wander around another scenic spot, Yang Qingyin received a call from his father Yang Yunlin.
"Go home right away. I have something important to talk to you about." Yang Yunlin ordered Yang Qingyin in an emotionless tone on the phone: "Come back now. You can get home before dinner. I will wait for you at home."
"Dad, what happened?" Yang Qingyin has always been loved by her father Yang Yunlin. Every time Yang Yunlin called her, he always had a doting tone. Today's call was unusual, and Yang Qingyin felt bad in her heart.
Come.
"We'll talk about it when we get back," Yang Yunlin didn't explain anything on the phone, but said solemnly: "Come back now and have dinner at home."
Yang Qingyin was silent for a while, and then replied: "Okay, I'll be back in a while."
Yang Yunlin on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "If you can, bring the classmate you play with."
Yang Yunlin's last words made Yang Qingyin's heart sink to the bottom of the water.