The Young Urban Doctor

Ling Ruonan and Luo Ziling talked for more than an hour about the dispute between the two Lingyang and Yang, and how they should respond.

Luo Ziling listened attentively, without much interruption.

At the end of the day, Ling Ruonan's original fragile appearance was gone, instead he was bold and determined.

"Ling'er, mom will stand with you at any time, no matter who we are, don’t be afraid of him. Mom has accumulated enough strength, and you will grow up slowly. You have only come to Yanjing for just over a month. By tossing things like this, Mom will have more confidence in you. But you must be careful, you can't completely believe in anyone, and you can't take anything lightly."

Seeing that Ling Ruonan was full of fighting spirit and very confident, Luo Ziling was also infected.

"Mom, let's work hard together to try to reunite our family of three as soon as possible," Luo Ziling shook Ling Ruonan's hand vigorously while saying this.

Ling Ruonan also shook Luo Ziling's hand firmly.

The next time, Ling Ruonan asked about Luo Ziling's childhood.

Although Luo Liansheng often passed these things to her, Ling Ruonan was not satisfied at all. She needed Luo Ziling to tell her the story of her growth.

Luo Ziling had long wanted to tell Ling Ruonan what happened in her childhood and adolescence. After listening to her request, she told her what happened in her childhood without any hesitation.

Speaking of the first thing in his memory, what he said most was the feeling of loneliness since childhood, the yearning for motherly love and fatherly love, the ability to read books like normal children, and the ability to hang out with his parents.

Soon, Ling Ruonan's tears were seduced by Luo Ziling again, and they were out of control.

Luo Ziling talked for more than two hours, and Ling Ruonan wiped her eyes for more than two hours. In the evening, her eyes were swollen and looked a little blurred. Speaking of Luo Xusheng, she would not shed tears, but Luo Ziling always touched her tears.

But she still asked Luo Ziling to talk more about the past, until she heard Luo Ziling's stomach growl there, and then she realized that it was time to cook.

"Ling'er, I'm still eating here today. From today onwards, we should keep in touch with each other. Don't let those people see or discover, so that they don't jump over the wall in a hurry." After a few words, the loving Ling Ruonan used a tissue. After wiping the tears from his face, he stood up, "Mom will cook for you."

"Let me help you," Luo Ziling also stood up, "I started cooking by myself when I was five years old, and when my grandfather went out to have something to do, or went to the mountains to gather medicine, I would cook it myself."

Luo Ziling's boastful words seduce Ling Ruonan's tears again.

She couldn't imagine how a little **** kid who was only five or six years old would cook for herself.

Luo Ziling's flawed childhood was the fault of her motherhood. Thinking of this, Ling Ruonan felt sad and wanted to cry.

When a mother, the softest place in her heart is always her own children.

Pity the parents of the world.

After listening to Luo Ziling talked so many funny stories about childhood, she felt that she owed too much to her son.

She thought of compensation, she must make good compensation for what she owed her son over the years, otherwise she would not feel at ease for the rest of her life.

"Ling'er, you have had a hard time these years." In the kitchen, preparing dinner with Luo Ziling. When he heard what he said, Ling Ruonan couldn't help but feel very sad. She couldn't wait to give all her things to Luo Ziling to make up for the maternal love she owed for twenty years.

"Mom, it's not really bitter," Luo Ziling smiled and comforted Ling Ruonan. "Grandpa treated me very well. He taught me a lot, including self-reliance and strength. I think if I stay by your side, maybe I'm just a mess. The dude who eats and drinks, now knows nothing about it."

These words made Ling Ruonan sad. In the end, she just forced a smile and said, "Thank you God for allowing you to have such a good grandfather, otherwise I really don't know how to live this day."

"Mom, it's all over, and our hard days will come to an end. I believe that our wish will come true soon, and our family will not take long to be reunited and live a normal life."

Seeing Luo Ziling's knowing smile when she said this, Ling Ruonan couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

The man in her memory who looked like Luo Ziling naturally appeared before her eyes.

Twenty years have passed, and she has never seen him again. I wonder what happened to the man who was holding on like her?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sad.

Seeing Ling Ruonan's absent-mindedness, Luo Ziling simply took it all and said that he would do it tonight and let Ling Ruonan taste his son's craft. In the end, Ling Ruonan obeyed Luo Ziling's advice, washed his hands and stood aside watching Luo Ziling busy.

Looking at wearing high-end casual clothes and wearing the Vacheron Constantin watch she bought, how to think of how handsome son is busy in the kitchen methodically, cooking each dish, she feels a little surprised.

I missed my son for so many years, and I still remember the little thing that had to eat her milk every day, cried at all costs when she was hungry, and often made her noisy to sleep well. The little man in front of her, who was a bit taller than her, felt familiar and a bit strange.

The son has grown so big, but she, the mother, only raised him for three months. In the following years, other people helped her raise her. She felt that there were too many gaps in her life.

"I hope that in the future, I can make up for all these shortcomings~www.readwn.com~ This is Ling Ruonan's secret determination.

What made Ling Ruonan very happy was that when Luo Ziling was cooking, he kept talking to her. After cooking a dish, he would pick a little bit for her to taste. Ling Ruonan, who had never enjoyed this kind of affection, was so excited and moved that there was no way to describe it in words.

When Luo Ziling cooked all the dishes prepared by Ling Ruonan with a very simple and neat action, Wu Yue also returned.

Luo Ziling kindly invited Wu Yue to taste the dishes he cooked, but Wu Yue dared not agree.

"Try Ling'er's craftsmanship, it must be better than me," after Ling Ruonan said, Wu Yue dared to agree.

"The person my mother trusts most is her," Ling Ruonan pointed at Wu Yue during the meal. "You can tell her if you have anything in the future, you can ask her to help when it is not convenient for her to come forward. When will Wu Yue take you to the place where mom works and get familiar with the environment."

"Okay," Luo Ziling promised, and thanked Wu Yue again: "Sister Wu Yue, thank you for taking care of my mother in the past few years. If I need to trouble you in the future, please help me."

Luo Ziling was so polite, making Wu Yue a bit at a loss.

A dinner is still very warm.

After dinner, Ling Ruonan asked Wu Yue to send Luo Ziling back.

When bidding farewell, Ling Ruonan whispered again: "Before meeting the two old men, you must act low-key. But low-key does not mean being afraid. If someone dares to do anything to you, just do it. The next thing, Mom will deal with it."

"understood!"