Grandpa Supreme

Chapter 5 An Qing
After Ling Yun was done with everything, it was past eight o'clock when the phone rang.

"Hey, Ma Ma, guess who I am?"

An Qing on the other end of the phone had a dark face. She might have given birth to a fake daughter.

"I guess you are Ling Yueqian, my good baby, right?"

"Wow, Ma Ma is so powerful, you can tell it's me as soon as you guess it."

The little guy chatted with his mother and talked a lot, Ling Yun was listening by the side, without interrupting, but slowly fell into memories.

Qianqian's mother is Lingyun's senior in college, a goddess in the music department, and has been in Lingyun for two years.

In Ling Yun's junior year, An Qing was already a well-known actress. Ling Yun only knew a few goddesses in college, but she didn't know An Qing yet.

Ling Yun had a part-time job as a bartender when he was in college.

One night, Ling Yun, who was returning to school after finishing her part-time job, met An Qing who was drunk near the bar.

At that time, Ling Yun didn't have the concentration of Ling Yun in front of him, and he was fascinated by seeing An Qing.

The drunk An Qing didn't care who she was, so she dragged him into the bar to drink again. Ling Yun was worried that something would happen to her and didn't refuse, just a joke, how could she refuse this matter.

As a result, the two had sex together after being drunk, and An Qing, who woke up the next day, was going crazy, the first time she just disappeared like that.

Who is this guy in front of me? Although he looks good, he is engaged to be married!

If his family found out, he would definitely be in serious trouble. After thinking about it, An Qing finally decided to cut off all ties with the person in front of her, but she was so bloody that she was pregnant.

Afterwards, An Qing investigated Ling Yun, and found out that he was from the Ling family in the imperial capital, and that he was not someone who deliberately approached her. He also studied at Jinling University, and everything with him was an accident.

An Qing didn't want to be a victim of the family, so she didn't accept marriage with her fingertips, so she could only escape, quietly left her family's attention, and secretly gave birth to Xiao Qianqian in the United States.

But without the support of the family's business, I cut off all contact with the family. The money I earned in the past two years is almost spent, so what should I do if I don't have money.

When her daughter was over one year old, she decided to return to China for development, so she could only give her daughter to her father to raise her.

Although she didn't want Ling Yun to take care of her daughter, she investigated this man again after returning to China, and her life was a mess, but she really couldn't find a suitable candidate.

Half an hour later, Xiao Qianqian shook Ling Yun.

"Papa, Mama said she loves you." She handed him the phone.

An Qing on the other end of the phone was tricked by her own daughter again.

"Hello." Ling Yun said.

"Be quiet for me, don't play games all day long and ignore your daughter."
"Don't worry, I will take good care of my daughter in the future, and I won't play games anymore."

"This is the best way. I hope you are not perfunctory. I heard from my daughter that you made something delicious for her tonight?"

Hearing his daughter praise him for his good cooking skills, An Qing couldn't believe it. He probably ordered takeaway from a five-star hotel to lie to his daughter.

This guy is getting worse and worse, he must be repaired when he has time.

"Well, I promised her that I will cook for her in the future."

"Ha ha."

An Qing seemed to be listening to a joke.

Regarding An Qing's hehe, Ling Yun knew that she didn't believe him, and he didn't care, whether he believed it or not.

After finishing the call, Ling Yun took a bath for her daughter, during which Qianqian clamored for Ling Yun to tell a story.

no way.

I can only fool around by telling a few stories according to my memory, not to mention that if these stories are spread, I don’t know how many publishers will rush to authorize them.

(End of this chapter)