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Chapter 51 Ling Bao: I'm sorry to cheat you, but I dare you next time

"This……"

Ling Xuanyan took the contract and focused on his personal signature.

After two seconds.

He threw the contract at Wang Shenyu's face.

"Your royal family is making fakes, use dim sum."

Ling Xuanyan hugged Ling Bao: "Let's go."

"Fake?" Wang Shenyu didn't believe it.

This signature was stamped from Ling Xuanyan's desk.

How could it be fake?

"Ling Xuanyan, look clearly, this is your signature!"

"Second Uncle Wang Jia," Little Ling Bao lay on Ling Xuanyan's shoulder, and kindly reminded, "Uncle Sanhuo's third fire is a bit too much."

She made a big face for Wang Shenyu.

Wang Shenyu opened his eyes wide.

is not that right?

There is an extra dot on the left side of the fire under the word "Yan"!

It's just a typo!

How could Ling Xuanyan's personal signature make such a low-level mistake?
"This……"

Wang Shenyu and Wang Chuyou glanced at each other and saw the blank look in each other's eyes.

"I also give you a piece of advice to your Wang family," Ling Yanhua returned Wang Chuyou's words to her,
"If you do a lot of unrighteousness, you will kill yourself. If you do a lot of evil, you will be rewarded."

"Yanhua!"

……

"So, the Wang family created a fake contract to blackmail the Ling family?"

Mr. Ling couldn't believe such a poor scheme.

The Wang family just lost a little Lingbao they looked down upon, why did it look like they lost their minds?
"They should have taken this by mistake."

Ling Xuanyan took out a seal made of clay and put it on the tea table.

"This is..." Mr. Ling picked it up.

When he saw the signature on the front, he couldn't help but dilate his pupils slightly.

"There are a little more fire characters?"

The old man deserved to be more seasoned and steady, he could see the problem at a glance.

"This clay seal is in my drawer, next to my normal signature..."

Because the color is rather dark, Ling Xuanyan didn't notice it for a while.

Just now he made a special trip back to Ling's to check and found it.

But the ghost sent by the Wang family was even blinder, so he took a fancy to the fake and stole it to stamp the contract.

"Ling Bao, you pinched this?"

Without even thinking about it, the old man raised the clay seal to little Lingbao's eyes.

Little Ling Bao crossed his waist: "Yes, Ling Bao pinched it."

In the clay class in the kindergarten, there was still a little clay left, so she squeezed it casually.

In those few days, I happened to be learning the names of uncles, so I pinched Uncle Sanhuo first...

The old man: "Sure enough..."

It is the best policy to let Ling Xuanyan take Ling Bao to negotiate.

Thousands of mistakes, Lingbao is good!
Ling Bao was a little embarrassed, and scratched his brain: "Ling Bao is still young, I made a little bit wrong...just a little more, a little, a little..."

It's really embarrassing to get into Uncle Wang's fake.

There will be a next time... Well, it's still a trick!
The old man couldn't laugh or cry: "Then when did Ling Bao put this in your Uncle Sanhuo's drawer?"

Little Lingbao poked his little chin: "Well...the last time the second-hand uncle took the baby to play in the office of Sanhuo uncle...the second-hand uncle was almost eaten by the bug..."

Everyone's eyes turned to the second child in unison.

Ling Yixi who didn't understand the plot yet: "What? What are you looking at me for? I didn't ask Ling Bao to release it, it wasn't me."

Everyone: "..."

Forget it.

The second child was born impartial and selfless, and gave all his IQ to the whole brother.

"Ling Bao," the old man patted little Ling Bao's hand earnestly,

"Grandpa is getting old too. After your second uncle, I will depend on you."

Ling Yixi: ...?
Is the old man's tone of pleading against Gu wrong?
Little Ling Bao patted his chest: "Grandpa, don't worry, with Ling Bao here, I will definitely not let the uncle die in an ugly way!"

Ling Yixi: ...

puff--

Almost didn't die instantly.

……

Xiao Lingbao practiced dancing in the dance studio.

Tomorrow is the day to perform on stage.

The fourth child, Ling Yongshuo, stumbled in, holding the clay seal in his hand.

"Ling Bao, Ling Bao, did you pinch this?"

"Yes." Little Lingbao spun around gracefully, "Uncle Gay."

gay--

The dance teacher on the side rubbed his eyes in disbelief, emitting a strange brilliance.

Ling Yongshuo didn't care about it.

"Ling Bao, do you like making mud?"

Xiao Lingbao nodded: "I like it."

"Then, can fourth uncle teach you how to knead?" Ling Yongshuo was a little apprehensive.

When the eldest brother came home with the seal, he didn't go downstairs, and only saw the fake made by Ling Bao later...

This, if it is not too much, it is completely possible to confuse the real with the fake.

No wonder the Wang family was cheated.

There are no impervious walls in the world.

The embarrassment in the negotiating room has spread throughout the business community in the imperial capital, and the Wang family has become a complete joke.

Now, after dinner and tea, every family ridicules them for engraving a radish badge, just like Xiao Xiangling's project of hundreds of millions.

Little Ling Bao's talent in sculpture was so strong that even Ling Yongshuo, the former king, trembled.

He wanted to train her, to develop her.

Let her fulfill her unfulfilled wish...

"No way." Unexpectedly, Xiao Lingbao shook his finger, telling the truth,
"Uncle Gay doesn't take care of his hands seriously, so he can't afford to teach little Lingbao."

Ling Yongshuo: "..."

Because it was too painful to get the golden red moon vine soaked with needles, he asked Lao Wu to treat him slowly.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lingbao knew it.

"Ling Bao," Ling Yongshuo wanted to negotiate terms, "Uncle will take good care of his hands, but there will be an international competition soon, we can practice first..."

"No!" Xiao Lingbao's attitude was extremely firm this time,

She frowned seriously, "Only Michelangelo can teach Ling Bao, uncle gay, no!"

Ling Yongshuo slowly clenched his fists.

"So, whenever I recover, you will let me teach, right?"

"Yes."

"Row!"

Ling Yongshuo nodded, "You wait for me!"

Ten minutes later, there was a roar of the roof overturning in the room of the fourth child.

The third child: "What has the fourth child been doing recently?"

Second child: "Practice... Sunflower Book?"

Lao Qi: "No—will—right? Do you want to practice that?"

Second child: "He's gay, and he's about the same."

Old Ba: "Don't talk nonsense, maybe... from depression to mania?"

The second child patted the table: "I bet a bag of melon seeds, he is practicing the Sunflower Book."

Lao Ba smiled coldly: "I bet a pack of spicy strips, he has mania."

The third child: "I beat the eighth child."

Old Seven: "I beat Old Eight."

Ling Yixi, heart attack.

No one is pressing him?

Between the brothers, there is no trust in Baolatiao.

Kind of sad.

……

In the room, Ling Wenyang pulled out the needles on Ling Yongshuo's knuckles.

Soak it in the golden red moon vine water.

"You want to recover as soon as possible. It's best to soak the needle in a potion. I'll come back tomorrow. By the way, I forgot to bring you this stopper just now."

"plug?"

Ling Wenyang: "Yes, gag you."

With a dark face, he took off the earplugs and threw them into the trash can: "Be more conscious next time and put them on yourself first."

Golden red moon vine, the effect is very good.

It's just a bit of a useless doctor...'s ears.

……

Ling Yixi led a group of brothers, and trespassed to the room of the fourth child.

Quietly open a crack in the door——

Just as he saw, Ling Yongshuo was holding a stopper in one hand and an "embroidery needle" in the other...

(End of this chapter)