Evil Young Army: Girl, you've been arrested!

Chapter 9 The Torn Family Portrait

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ling Heather's hand wrapped in white gauze, thinking of the phone call Brother Nine had made to him before, the expression on Ling Changqing's face involuntarily became a little colder.

Dare to hurt Ling Changqing's precious daughter, he really has the guts of a bear, if you don't show some color, you really think Ling Changqing doesn't exist.

Under Ling Changqing's excitement, there was also the housekeeper next to her, who treated Ling Hanhan like an uncle, someone who was respected like an elder. For a dinner, although most of the dinner was served by Ling Changqing, Ling Changqing was there to carry the dishes for Ling Xihan, saying what to say , Ling Heather just stood there without saying a word, eating with a cold expression, but everyone in the Ling family could tell that today's dinner was the happiest and the most eaten by their master in the past few years. dinner.

After the meal, Ling Changqing had a stomach full of words and wanted to chat with Ling Xihan, but when Ling Xihan said she was tired, Ling Changqing hurriedly took her to her room.

Her room is still the room she used to have when she was a child. Everything is still there. Although Ling Changqing wanted to redecorate her, she was afraid that messing with Ling Xihan's things would make Ling Xihan unhappy, so she didn't. He planned to see what Ling Hanhan meant again, but all these years, he would clean and tidy up everything in this room by himself, just because he was waiting for his precious daughter to come back to this house once she figured it out. .

"Then you have a good rest." Sending Ling Xihan to the door of the room, even though there were thousands of words, even though there were many, many words, Ling Changqing finally turned them into a single exhortation.

Ling Heather didn't respond, but walked straight to the room that belonged to her, and closed the door directly.

Outside the door, Ling Changqing looked at Ling Heather's actions, lowered her head in frustration, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"Master, Miss is back now, you still have time to chat with her in the future..."

"Yes, in the past, this girl was stubborn and refused to come back. I could only look at the photos they took back. Now that she is back, I am also satisfied. For the rest, take your time..."

"My lord is right."

"Let's go, let Qing'er have a good rest."

"Yes."

Listening to the voices outside the door, Ling Qinghan, who was leaning against the door, lowered her head, and waited until the footsteps over there disappeared, before she raised her head and looked at the long-lost room in front of her.

Everything inside here is both strange and familiar to her. Looking at the picture of her smiling brightly when she was young on the photo frame beside the bed, Ling Hanhan walked over, took it in her hand, and folded the back of the photo frame , and the contents fell onto her lap.

It's a torn family portrait.

It was originally a photo of the hostess and hostess holding their most cherished child together, smiling happily, but now, it was abruptly torn into two.

The male host in the photo is still there, but the smiling hostess standing next to him is full of happiness and sweetness, and the cute little girl in a princess dress is on the other side.

She tried to put them together, but even after they were put together, the gap in the middle still existed, so obvious, even glaring, like the relationship between her and Ling Changqing, although time is passing by , Those painful memories, those deep painful feelings are washed away, but they are still not forgotten, and they are still not faded.

'Buzz, buzz, buzz...'

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone rang, although it was inaudible, but in such a quiet atmosphere, it was transmitted directly into Ling Xihan's ears.

It was a caller alert from her old Rukia.

She seldom uses her mobile phone, and she doesn't have many contacts, except for the boss of the place where she works, which is Yuan Jie, and the other is Brother Nine, who can count on one hand, so she doesn't bother to find them. Whatever song is used as the ringtone, the vibration is set directly.

Looking up at the denim bag she had thrown on the ground, Heather Ling didn't go to pick it up, she would call at this time, she probably already guessed who it was.

She believes in Brother Jiu's character and his ability to handle affairs very much. Although she didn't mention her injury to Brother Jiu, she believes that according to Brother Jiu's poisonous eyes, he still has the ability to handle affairs. When she stepped into the door of this family, everything was taken care of by him.

(End of this chapter)