Chapter 182 What kind of medicine is the gentle young master Ting selling?
The aftereffects of Kong Wange's all-night talk with An Jing yesterday are showing; she now has a bit of a headache.
"Oh, then I won't watch it either." Murong Ting put away his computer.
After a while, Murong Ting nudged her again and handed her an earphone: "Wanwan, want to listen to music together?"
Kong Wange: "...I won't listen."
"Oh, okay then, I won't listen anymore."
After a while, he said, "Wanwan, would you like me to peel an apple for you?"
Kong Wange couldn't take it anymore: "Murong Ting, Wanwan doesn't want to watch a movie, doesn't want to listen to music, doesn't want to eat an apple. Wanwan just wants to sleep for a while, is that okay?"
Murong Ting paused, then said with a hint of grievance, "Wanwan, how about we sleep together?"
Kong Wange: "???"
Damn it, can someone tell her who possessed this Murong Ting? Hurry up and give back the cold and arrogant Murong Ting from a few days ago!
"Sleep with me, stop bothering me, I want some peace and quiet." She was so speechless that she simply stopped talking and leaned back in her chair to sleep.
The next second, Murong Ting said incredulously, "Wanwan, you've only known Anjing for a few days, and you're already thinking about her so much? Why don't you miss me?"
Kong Wange broke down. She opened her eyes and said, word by word, "I don't want peace and quiet, I just want to be alone, OK?"
Murong Ting said "Ah" and nodded, "Okay."
Kong Wange breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes again.
However, the resentful gaze that kept falling on her from time to time made it impossible for her to find peace even with her eyes closed.
She rolled over, her eyes still closed, her mind racing.
She wasn't unaware of Murong Ting's unusual behavior, but she simply couldn't understand why.
In just a few days, the man's behavior changed drastically, becoming increasingly strange.
Could it be that he drank too much that day and damaged his brain?
Lost in her thoughts, she gradually drifted off to sleep.
Beside him, Murong Ting saw that she had fallen asleep. The grievance and sorrow he had just deliberately shown slowly disappeared, replaced by a deep and tender affection.
He pulled her little blanket up and gazed at her for a long time, until the plane landed.
...
Kong Wange woke up the moment the plane landed.
She got up and walked out, belatedly asking Murong Ting, "By the way, where's Lin Cheng? I didn't see him on the plane."
As soon as she finished speaking, a plaintive voice came from behind her: "Young Madam, I'm here."
Kong Wange was startled. She turned around and saw Lin Cheng coming out of the business class aisle. She was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you buy a first-class ticket? Why did you go to business class?"
Lin Cheng looked at Murong Ting: "Yeah, why did I end up in business class?"
Murong Ting coughed lightly and said, "Where he is is not important. He's not missing. Alright, hurry up and go out and bring the car over."
Lin Cheng sighed, turned around, and drifted away.
Kong Wange: "..."
Why does he seem utterly disappointed with the world?
The car pulled up, and Murong Ting opened the car door for Kong Wange, letting her get in first.
The car then drove towards the old house.
As soon as they arrived at the old house, the three little ones rushed over and exclaimed, "Mommy, you're finally back!"
Kong Wange smiled and patted the three little ones' heads: "Did you miss Mommy?"
The three children nodded frantically. Murong Chen hugged Kong Wange's leg and said, "We've been thinking about it so much we can't sleep at night. Mommy, please take us with you next time we go to see Master. I've never met Master before."
Kong Wange smiled and said, "You can even say idioms now, that's progress. Okay, next time Mommy will bring you along, he also wants to meet you."
"Yay!"
The three little ones snuggled up with Kong Wange for a while, then seemed to notice something and exclaimed, "Oh, Daddy, you came back with Mommy too?"
Murong Ting, who had been standing next to Kong Wange, was speechless.
Is he such a big person, or is he a life-sized cardboard cutout? I just noticed him.
However, no matter how much dissatisfaction he had with the mother and her three children, he never dared to voice it.
He took a deep breath and said gently to the three children, "Your mommy must have had a long and tiring journey back. Let her go and rest for a while, okay?"
The three children exchanged glances, and Kong Ran couldn't help but say, "Tsk tsk tsk, is Uncle Scum going to the countryside for reform? He's actually concerned about Mommy now, unbelievable."
Murong Chen stepped in as if to stop her, saying, "Sister Ran, don't say that. Even ironwood can bloom, withered wood can come back to life, and even a blockhead can have a moment of enlightenment."
Murong Ting: "..."
If he really is his biological son, you won't hear a single kind word from him.
Kong Wange didn't sleep very well on the plane. She was a bit tired from the journey, so she said, "Tell Grandpa I'm back. I'll rest for a bit and then go see him later."
"Okay, no rush. I'll call you when it's time to eat."
"Mommy, let us rest with you. We'll just sleep quietly right next to you and won't say a word." The children had been looking forward to Kong Wange's return for several days and couldn't help but want to stick close to her.
She smiled and said, "Sure, the bed is big enough anyway, let's take a nap together."
As she spoke, she took the three little ones' hands and headed back to her room.
Murong Ting watched them leave, then remembered something and said, "Oh, right, Wanwan."
Kong Wange paused, turned to look at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Close the window when you're lying down, don't let the wind chill you out."
Kong Wange: "...That's it?"
Murong Ting hummed in agreement, then added, "Also, it's getting hot, so put the thinner blanket on the top shelf of the closet. Remember to change into it when you go to sleep..."
He changed his mind halfway through his sentence: "Never mind, I'll get it for you. It's too high for you to reach."
Just as he was about to move, Kong Wange stopped him: "Stop, my hand is almost healed, I can carry it myself, you go about your business."
Helping her get the blanket was just a pretense; his real intention was to disrupt her and the children's time alone. This man's sweet talk was truly hard to guard against.
After saying that, she turned and left with the children.
Murong Ting instinctively wanted to follow, but he took half a step and then stopped.
Wanwan was getting impatient; if he went over there again, he might indeed be disliked.
Lin Cheng couldn't bear to look at Murong Ting's doting husband attitude: "Young Master Ting, judging from the young mistress's condition, your efforts in the countryside these past few days have yielded very little result."
Murong Ting frowned: "I've thought about this a lot these past few days, but I still don't understand what mistake Wanwan wants me to admit?"
Lin Cheng: "..."
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said, "By the way, Young Master Ting, do you remember when you were acting crazy while drunk, the young mistress actually gave you a hint."
Murong Ting turned to look at him: "She gave me a hint?"
Lin Cheng knew that he had probably blacked out from drinking, so he nodded seriously: "That's right, the young mistress said one word at the time, 'trust'."
Murong Ting paused: "A letter?"
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