Ling Jing did not answer, but stared straight at Ling Pengtian.

These eyes... Ling Pengtian's hand stroking Ling Jing's cheek suddenly stiffened, "Let me see your eyes." After a pause, he added, "Your real eyes."

Ling Jing pursed her thin lips slightly, then lowered her head, raised her hand, and took out the hidden lens that was originally embedded in her eye.

"Is this okay? Father." After a moment, he raised his head again and looked straight at Ling Pengtian with his beautiful eyes.

The color of the pupils in his eyes is a deathly gray!

That's - Gray Eyes!

Ling Pengtian looked at the pair of gray eyes in front of him in a daze. Every time he looked at his son's gray eyes, he would feel that the image of his son in front of him overlapped with the portrait he had seen when he was a child.

…

Gray eyes are an extremely rare color. Once, there was a person in the family who had these gray eyes. That person was beautiful and strong, like a god, which made people feel unattainable. But now

, this beauty continues in my son’s body as the years change.

"Ajing, you are my son, my only son. In the future, you will become the world's shipping king and stand at the top of the world, do you understand?" Ling Pengtian said.

"I know." Ling Jing said calmly, without any excitement in his voice.

Ling Pengtian took a deep look at his son and suddenly said, "Does that little girl Jun Yuexi concern you very much?"

Do you care? You do care a little. He was kidnapped in an indifferent way, but he never thought that the little girl who suddenly opened the car door would break into his life like this. "Well, a little bit." He said without concealing it.

"Is it just a few?" Ling Pengtian asked again.

"Otherwise, how many should there be?" Ling Jing asked.

Ling Pengtian was silent, took out a cigarette and lighter from his body, lit the cigarette, and took a puff of the cigarette gracefully, blowing out smoke rings. In the spreading smoke rings, his eyes focused on the wall.

On the hanging photo.

"Ajing, do you know why I rarely smoke?" he asked, but did not wait for the answer and said the answer directly, "Your mother doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, so I originally planned to quit smoking for her, but she said

, I felt that I would be too pitiful if I quit smoking, so I was allowed to smoke only 100 cigarettes a year. This is my thirty-fifth cigarette this year.”

Ling Jing stood nearby and listened silently.

"I love your mother very much. I love her more than anyone else in this world. No matter what mistakes she makes, I will forgive her, protect her, and will not let anyone hurt her." His voice paused.

After a pause, his eyes were a little blurry, as if he was reminiscing about something. After a moment, he smiled bitterly, "But love is not always sweet. Sometimes it hurts, and it lasts a lifetime. Ah Jing, if you are not sure, it will be over."

If you have complete control over someone, don't pay too much attention to that person, otherwise, you may be miserable in the future."

And he doesn't want his son to follow in his footsteps in the future.

A trace of surprise flashed across his gray eyes, and Ling Jing narrowed his eyes slightly. He cared a little about that little guy, but he never thought that that little guy could make him suffer.

"Father, I will not fall in love with anyone, so your worries are unnecessary." With a distant and indifferent smile on his lips, he said calmly to Ling Pengtian.

Ling Pengtian's pupils suddenly shrank, and for a moment, he didn't know whether what he just said was right or wrong.

Ling Jing turned on her heels and left the room. Ling Pengtian was the only one left in the silent room.

Holding the unburned cigarette between his fingers, he walked to the wall, raised his hand and gently touched the person in the photo. Her smile was still so charming. After so many years, he felt

Her love only became deeper and stronger.

Memories about her always replayed in his mind repeatedly in the dead of night.

"Daisi, it seems like you and I are not good role models." Ling Pengtian murmured to the woman in the photo, "The son you worked so hard to give birth to will be like you in the future, loving so much."

Crazy?”

In the silent room, there was no other sound except his breathing, but the woman in the photo still smiled.

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Just when Xia Qi was pleased that her daughter and Ling Jing were getting along "friendly and harmoniously", she did not expect to receive a call from the class teacher, saying: Jun Yuexi is showing signs of early love, and she hopes to communicate with her parents.

Xia Qi rushed to school and found out what was going on. It turned out that the Chinese language test in the class required writing a short essay of more than 50 words at the end of the test paper. The topic was: I like..., you can write about yourself

Regarding any person or thing they like, many students wrote about their pets at home, or their parents and elders, but Jun Yuexi wrote "I like Brother Ling"

Of course, this is not a problem originally. After all, there is nothing wrong with liking younger children and older children. Usually, the younger the children, the more they like to play with the older children, and they will habitually regard each other as their imitation objects.

The head teacher is a teacher, so he naturally understands this.

However, the real problem was the content of Jun Yuexi's essay, which made the teacher realize that the problem was serious. For example, the little guy wrote in the article, "I like Brother Ling to hold me when I sleep, and I like Brother Tian Ling,

Brother Ling’s face smells better than cream.

Gao is still fragrant. Brother Ling said that as long as I behave, I can kiss his face. I want to be with Brother Ling, just like Daddy and Mommy. Teacher, will Jia and I give to Brother Ling? Mommy will marry

I married Daddy, so I can sleep with Daddy every day. Do I have to marry Brother Ling before I can sleep with Brother Ling every day?"

Overall, the number of words in this essay exceeds the prescribed number by nearly twice. As a first-year student, it is not easy to write such an essay. Moreover, the pinyin is rarely used in the essay.

It can be seen that Jun Yuexi can write far more words than other children of this age group.

However, this content gave the teacher a headache. Licking face? Sleeping? Marrying? This is all weird, right? If Jun Yuexi was not only 7 years old, the teacher would have thought wrong. But even so, just to be on the safe side

, the teacher still called Jun Yuexi to the office and asked in detail what happened with licking her face and sleeping.

"When Xiao Xi was in pain, Brother Ling hugged Xiao Xi, and then Xiao Xi also hugged Brother Ling. When Xiao Xi woke up, he saw that Brother Ling was still sleeping. Xiao Xi wanted to lick Ling.
Chapter completed!