Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 8 Talking in the Study Room (2)
Auspicious clouds and auspicious beasts are carved in it, green pools and rockeries, row upon row, the courtyard of the main residence of the Ling family, as large as a carved tower and a high pavilion, as small as a flower and a grass, all of which show its profound heritage.

Old Master Ling walked into the study with his hands behind his back, and sat on the main seat with his hands clasped, apparently his anger still lingering.

Seeing Ling Wushuang's unhurried attitude who came after him, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. He was about to shout angrily, but then he sighed softly, shaking his head helplessly.

What kind of evil did he do? Wushuang was small and weak, and couldn't gather profound strength. Without the love of his parents, he was the only grandfather to protect her, but he never expected that she would develop the idiot temper she is now.

It's fine if you can't practice profound strength, you can practice some external kung fu to strengthen your body, but when it comes to practicing kung fu and reading, this evil person can slip faster than a rabbit. If one day he lets go, what should she do? ?
This is not the most irritating thing, the most irritating thing is that no matter what she is doing, as long as she mentions Nangong Ye, she will be more energetic than a chicken blood. Boy, you can't say a word even after being bullied, and you can do these things without a teacher!
Hey, Mr. Ling sighed sadly in his heart. He really regretted it. He absolutely shouldn't, he shouldn't have made this marriage in the first place.

Thinking of this, Ling Qingtian pursed his lips fiercely, and snorted angrily. His bright eyes stared at the petite figure standing in front of him for a long time, without saying a word, in the eyes, Both indignant and helpless.

And Ling Wushuang stood there quietly, meeting Ling Qingtian's gaze, with a light smile on his lips, that leisurely posture, accompanied by the quiet atmosphere, not obtrusive, but suitable extreme.

The enemy does not move, I do not move, than patience, she has plenty.

Mr. Ling's gaze changed from initial anger and helplessness to a little surprise. If he had acted so angry before, Wushuang would have either been clutching at the hem of his clothes and not making a sound, or screaming hungry and tired, dragging He is coquettish and playful.

This little bastard, what happened today? He feels like a different person. He looks lazy, but he can't hide his coldness. It's too abnormal.

Mr. Ling stared at Ling Wushuang's clean and fresh face, and paused for a moment. Moreover, he didn't paint himself like a ghost today. He looked so handsome like this, but he wanted to paint a big face before.

Mr. Ling thought happily in his heart, take a look, you are indeed his precious granddaughter, she is so cute no matter how you look at it.

"Ahem——" Old Master Ling coughed, and quickly withdrew his wandering thoughts.

They stared at each other for a long time, but in the end it was Mr. Ling who was defeated. He reached out and stroked his gray beard, and said in a somewhat embarrassing way, "Wu Shuang, your injuries are nothing serious."

Hearing this, Ling Wushuang felt a warmth that he had never felt before. The old man loved Ling Wushuang from the bottom of his heart. In her previous life, she never knew what family affection was. Favor?
Ling Wushuang's hidden sharp eyes were slightly lowered, and a flash of determination flashed across. Ling Qingtian, the grandfather, was the first person she recognized.

So, Ling Wushuang walked to the old man's desk, and said with a smile, "Grandpa sees me like this, what could be wrong?"

What kind of injury is this little injury? She doesn't pay attention to it. When she was training in the organization before, what kind of injury did she not suffer from?

However, seeing Ling Wushuang's indifferent attitude, Mr. Ling raised his eyebrows in anger, slapped the table in front of him, blew his beard, and said angrily: "You bastard, you really don't repent, your life will die!" It's almost gone, you're still like this."

He was away from home, and before he finished his work, he received the news that Wushuang was seriously injured and unconscious in the paddock. He hurried back, and before he had time to take a sip of the tea, he saw the thrilling scene again.

Is she now like this has nothing to do with her?He is really angry.

Old Master Ling shook his head angrily, "You, after suffering so much, how come you still can't learn well, and you have to wait until one day you die at the hands of Nangong Ye, are you willing?"

The so-called deep love and deep responsibility, Mr. Ling's love for the former Ling Wushuang is more of heartbroken helplessness and disappointment, sorrow for his misfortune, and anger for his indisputability.

"Er—" Ling Wushuang was stunned when he heard that.

"What the hell!" Master Ling was so angry that his nose was crooked, pointing at Ling Wushuang with a look of astonishment, he roared with bombardment: "Starting tomorrow, stay at home honestly, don't take a step Go out, I will hire a teacher for you, and you will practice hard for me."

Jade can't be crafted, he was too used to Wushuang before, which hurt her.

"it is good--"

"When you figure it out someday, I'll let you out—" Mr. Ling paused suddenly when he said this, as if he realized what he had heard, and his calm eyes narrowed, "What did you say?"

Ling Wushuang was very helpless, and repeated: "I agree."

It was the first time she knew what it meant to cry without tears. The mess left by someone was really hard to clean up.

"Okay?" This time it was Mr. Ling's turn to be stunned for a while, his beard trembling, and he finally said, "Did you understand what I said? What I mean is that starting tomorrow, you are not allowed to go to Nangong Ye again." .”

For the answer he heard, Mr. Ling really couldn't believe it, but he remembered that once, he even locked Wushuang in the house, and in the end, she was able to trick the servants into picking the lock, and drilled a hole over the wall to get out.

"You little bastard, you don't want to fool my old man, do you?" He couldn't believe such a straightforward answer.

Ling Wushuang really had nothing to do with Master Ling, she stretched out her hand and covered her forehead with a headache.

After being silent for a while, she raised her head abruptly, with a serious expression on her face, but she made up a random reason and explained: "After Wushuang escaped from the dead this time, I want to understand a lot of things, and things about feelings can't be forced. Nangong Ye unexpectedly If you don't like me, I can't force it, can I?"

After saying that, Ling Wushuang slightly shrugged his shoulders, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Old Man Ling looked at the person in front of him in surprise, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, carefully and thoroughly, looking inside and out, but Old Man Ling didn't know what to say.

Can say these words, so calm, is this still Wushuang?

"Well, it's good if you can figure it out." After a long while, Mr. Ling was half-believing, waved his hand, but still said in a vague way: "That's all, you go down and rest."

Hearing this, Ling Wushuang finally breathed a sigh of relief, replied yes, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and slipped away.

"Remember what you said." Seeing her running swiftly, Mr. Ling was both amused and annoyed. He slapped the table with his hand, "Don't turn around and I will forget about it."

(End of this chapter)