The fire eventually erupted in a playful sarcasm, scorching her mother's heart and burning her own.

It's a pity that Ning Xiangtian's flame is too small and too weak, so he can only weakly burn his mother's shameless heart.

"What have I done? Isn't everything I have done for you?" Yuan Xuefei roared unrepentantly.

Ning Xiangtian's protest was really just a superficial joke in the eyes of his mother.

"Mom, I can't afford your love. Ning Xiangtian said weakly.

"Tian'er, is it worth it for you to do this?" Yuan Xuefei bent down and looked at her son with a sad face.

The bright red lips were arrogantly facing his son, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes staring at his son, wanting to deeply understand his son's heart at this time.

"Mom, I want to rest. Ning Xiangtian stood up in a "shudder" and left his mother's strong attack.

This feeling of forcing himself to choose was irritating to him, but he was not fit to argue with his mother when the situation was uncertain.

As long as Bing'er gives him a hint of affirmation, Tian'er may break with her mother for her.

This is the bottom line of Tian'er's deep heart.

Even if that glimmer of hope is nowhere to be seen, as long as Bing'er sends a message, he will definitely catch it immediately and respond instantly.

Love to the bones, with the blood to feed the cells of the body, what kind of love is this?

Perhaps only Tian'er herself can withstand this long-suppressed love.

"Tian'er, you ......" Yuan Xuefei still wanted to continue to induce her son, but as soon as the words were in her mouth, she saw her son lying on the bed impatiently, pulling the quilt to cover his head, covering himself tightly, and he didn't want to take care of himself anymore.

A light gray goose down quilt effectively separates the hearts of the mother and son.

Yuan Xuefei stood helplessly in place, looking at the fluffy and high quilt, the man curled up inside rejected himself in this silent way, sighed helplessly, shook his head, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door.

The moment the door rang, the quilt was immediately lifted, revealing a haggard face full of tears.

Ning Xiangtian cried, crying helplessly.

This is a man who has been cornered, crying in pain.

On the one hand, she loves her mother, and on the other hand, she loves her best.

No matter where the balance swings, where the weight is heavier, and the upturned side is injured, his heart is also painful.

This is the Oreo-style man, caught in the middle, and hard to be.

"Mom, why can't you tolerate Bing'er? Do you want to force your son to death?" Ning Xiangtian said to himself helplessly.

There is love at both ends, the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, no matter which side is cut, it will bleed and hurt.

This is a kind of heart-wrenching pain, listening quietly, you can hear the sound of the blood vessels slicing, slowly converging down, quietly low, and it is a kind of powerless terrier.

Ning Xiangtian wiped away his tears, got up quickly, walked quickly to the computer, and immediately sent an email to Bing'er.

“OK!”

Bing'er seconds back a gesture symbol.

Looking at this cartoon gesture symbol, Tian'er smiled inexplicably.

The corners of his eyes hooked a shallow crescent moon, and his smile was light and shallow, very gentle and sincere.

A man who has love in his heart, as long as the woman coaxes slightly, cries and cries, he will laugh.

Like a child, easy to satisfy.

Bing'er, it turns out that your heart is so cute?

Bing'er, do you know my love for you?

Ning Xiangtian stood at the window, looking at the dark night sky outside the window in a daze.

The starry sky is bright, the moonlight is charming, the wind and shadows are staggered, the trees are shaking and the birds are drunk, and the call of nature, the birds and cicadas are singing, and the sleepless night is played.

On this night of the chord moonlight, there are more than Ning Xiangtian who can't sleep.

Under the simple desk lamp, Bing'er lowered her head, recording the overly dazzling data on the report, what kind of harm is hidden or brought behind every big data, Ning Bing'er pondered carefully, deduced carefully, and always wanted to see the essence of the situation through the data.

The three basic tables of cash flow statement, balance sheet, and income statement, the powerful meaning hidden behind each table made Bing'er break out in a cold sweat.

The huge data on the balance sheet have impacted Bing'er's immature heart over and over again, the distribution of shareholders' equity is seriously unbalanced, the proportion of liabilities is slowly rising, and the company's assets have shrunk by half.

Although this is only a condensed table based on static data for a specific date, it is a true reflection of the company's recent business status.

Although the data on the surface are all positive, I have not seen a big deficit, but behind these big data, the funds are scattered, the funds for key projects are not in place, the logistics support expenses are amazing, and even the personnel travel allowance accounts for 0.1% of the company's expenses, which is an unscientific data.

Before Ning Guowei fell ill, there was a change in the flow of funds, didn't his father find out?

Who is quietly operating all this behind the scenes?

What are the major changes within the company?

There was a quiet window outside the window at night, Bing'er stood up, stretched her waist, raised her head, moved her muscles, leaned on the window couch, and looked at the peaceful scene outside the window.

Now it is unrealistic to find Ning Xiangtian in the past, it is too late, and it is too ostentatious.

Besides, Yuan Xuefei is like a spy, and she doesn't know if she is staring at herself in a hidden corner.

Thinking of Yuan Xuefei, Bing'er couldn't help touching the buttocks that had just fallen, and when she touched it gently, she still felt sore.

Brainless woman!

This is Ning Bing'er's most intuitive understanding of Yuan Xuefei.

Outside the gate of the bay villa, a black Santana was parked on the side of the road, the engine was turned off, and the sad songs were playing in the car, and a moving song echoed in the small space.

Why does Liang Jiaqi have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this man?

Is this man related to surrogacy organizations, abduction and trafficking organizations for women and children?

Why did he come into contact with Yuan Xuefei and Lin Yin?

Every question puzzled him.

In the quiet night, the starry sky was lonely, and the bright moon was in the sky, Kang Yi slowly calmed down, tilted his head, looked at the building not far away, and quietly thought about the problem.

Kang Yi was too afraid of Bing'er going on an adventure alone, worried about her, afraid of her, and distressed for her, so he waited for her with this most primitive means.

The way of waiting for the rabbit is stupid and stupid, but he inexplicably wants to use this stupid way to protect the unknown throbbing.

For Ning Bing'er, Kang Yi didn't know what this kind of affection was called.

Love?

Then he is too superficial, how long have you known each other, and then you fall in love?

Like?

Who wants to wait alone on a cold, lonely night?

Is this what I like?

Kang Yi didn't know if he was going crazy, from the moment he saw Ning Bing'er, his heart would be inexplicably dragged away, and his emotions would also be driven.

Every time he found that Ning Bing'er was very timid and cautiously peeked at him, his heart would inexplicably tighten and hurt.

Something wrong with your heart?

Fuck off! The great youth has just begun, how can there be a heart problem?

Kang Yi thought about it and sneered, and slowly fell asleep.