The blood vessels in the heart are tightened, blocking the smooth flow of blood, only this pain can make Ning Guoqiang feel real and feel worthy of his daughter who has been indebted for many years.

Unconsciously, the hands stretched out on the edge of the bed clenched their fists and clenched them tightly, as if they wanted to break everything, gritting their teeth and hating themselves.

These subtle changes were all taken into Ning Bing'er's eyes, feeling her father's grievances and melancholy, and still showing calm quietly.

In this scene, my father wants to act, so I will accompany him to play it and see how long he can pretend.

Hearing her father's call, Ning Bing'er bent down with a shallow smile on her face, her sweet smile was like a white rose, elegant and noble, which made people's hearts feel refreshed and relaxed.

"Dad, are you hungry?" As she spoke, Ning Bing'er sat down and took her father's big rough and dry hands.

The cold and eroded little hand held his father's slightly hot big hand, held it in the palm of his hand and continued to ponder it, these palms were full of calloused big hands, and there were traces of calluses on the tips of the index fingers.

Ning Guoqiang listened to his daughter's gentle voice of concern, looked at the sweet and sweet smile, and gradually evacuated with sorrow, the loose skin and muscles piled up, squeezed out a loving smile, shook his head gently, and looked at his daughter with satisfaction.

Seeing his father's satisfied smile, the worries in his heart slowly let go, only more worried and afraid, his father is in danger at any time, and he has no hesitation to take risks, is this arrogant or confident?

"Dad, why did Uncle Chen go? I saw him come out of Hongsheng Company a few days ago, and he went to Hongsheng as an executive?" Ning Bing'er suddenly let go of a shot, whetting his father's appetite, and wanted to see if his father was really sick or pretending to be sick?

Hearing his daughter unexpectedly say some false information, Ning Guoqiang's dilated pupils stared at his daughter infiltrationly, exaggeratedly grew his mouth, and looked at Bing'er in disbelief.

I didn't believe my daughter's words at all, why did Chen Hongquan go, he knew better than anyone that he sent people out, how could he go to other companies as executives?

After a few seconds of sluggishness, Ning Guoqiang immediately reacted that it was his daughter's temptation, and turned to look at the girl in surprise, smiling proudly, and the loving father became more teasing than his father in seconds.

"Dad, what task did you arrange for Uncle Chen? Don't even let your daughter know?" Ning Bing'er saw the clue from her father's flustered eyes, and continued to ask curiously.

Ning Guoqiang found out that there was a play, and it would be boring to pretend again, raised his hand, touched his daughter's head, looked at his daughter with pity, with tears of remorse in his eyes, looked at Bing'er quietly, and choked up until he didn't say a word.

"Dad, as long as you're good, needless to say, Bing'er understands!" Ning Bing'er felt that she wouldn't cry anymore, but when this joy suddenly came, the excitement in her heart still couldn't be suppressed, and she didn't want to suppress her emotions anymore, so she cried happily on her father.

The people who are most worried turn out to be the ones who don't have to worry about the least.

The big wizened hands kept rubbing Bing'er's green silk, gently stroking it over and over again, and the endless fatherly love was all intertwined in these rough big hands, wanting to use her five fingers to help her wash away the grievances that had taken so long.

Since he was sick, all the warmth and indifference around him, he deeply understands who is true and who is false, Ning Guoqiang's heart is as clear as a mirror, only this stupid child keeps protecting himself with his weak body.

Every time Ning Bing'er stood in front of him, shielding herself from the wind and rain, as a man and a father, but hiding behind him, watching Bing'er bravely block the enemy, Ning Guoqiang's heart was trembling and painful, every inch of skin was resisting, and he was insulting his cruelty.

But if you don't, how can you coax all the eyeliner?

If not, how can the mastermind behind the scenes be successfully led?

Otherwise, how can we know who really wants me to die?

Only in this way can the cause be ascertained as soon as possible and the lost one can be recovered.

When everything is clear, the willows are bright, and the mood is comfortable, the whole person is naturally a lot happier, relaxed leaning on his father's broad chest, for the first time I feel that my father has lost weight, and his chest is not as tough as when he was young, he is really old, and he needs her care and care.

"Bing'er, don't worry, everything is under Dad's control, you go on your own way, it won't affect my plan, Uncle Chen is doing a very important thing, don't check him, don't worry about checking the others, you will receive good news soon." Ning Guoqiang said earnestly, and the confidence in his tone, the determination in his eyes, and the rigidity and softness of rubbing his hair are the demeanor of the real king.

Calm, atmospheric, thoughtful, strategic, confident, all successful people should have calm, the father still exists, the use is more skillful, more and more transparent the light of successful people.

"Hmm. For the first time, Ning Bing'er leaned on her father's chest so well-behaved and meek, and said softly.

At this time, Ning Bing'er was like a sensible child, leaning on her father's arms, listening to her father's nagging about her daily life, smiling happily all over her body, and her whole body was full of satisfaction, and even the joy in her eyes was overflowing.

"Take out my clothes from the bedside table, and then take out the bottle of medicine from your pocket, hurry up!" Ning Guoqiang said softly.

"Take medicine, Dad, what medicine are you going to take?" Ning Bing'er straightened up and looked at her father in horror.

"Bring it to me. Ning Guoqiang's tone was full of anxiety, and he looked at his daughter eagerly.

Seeing that his father was so nervous and urgent, he also became nervous, and immediately turned around to get the medicine.

"Chloroester, Dad, why are you taking this?" Ning Bing'er took the medicine box and wanted to read the instructions carefully with a serious face.

Suddenly, the medicine in his hand was snatched away, and there was no extra expression in his eyes except eagerness, and he said anxiously: "Hurry up and bring the water." ”

The atmosphere was quite relaxed and pleasant just now, and the style of painting suddenly changed, instantly becoming tense and weird, and the calmness in his father's eyes made people even more suspicious.

Why did my father take medicine quietly?

Doctor prescribes it alone?

Or why?

But her brain couldn't turn any longer, Bing'er still obediently carried water to her father, watched her father quickly take three pills, and immediately slept on the bed like a corpse, and said calmly: "Put it away." ”

"Oh!" Ning Bing'er was like a puppet robot during the whole process, overtaken by her father, and did all the instructions without thinking.

Seeing her father's pretending to be sick lying on the corpse again, Ning Bing'er reacted, her father had a stroke, and chloroester capsules could not be mixed with her father's stroke medicine, which was a big taboo.

"Dad, why? Why do you want to do this?" Ning Bing'er looked at the old man lying on the bed with tears in her eyes, and looked at him with fear and pain, the tears in her eyes rolled down her cheeks, washing away the grievances and incomprehension in her heart.