Not far away, under the gazebo, a young couple smiled happily and sweetly.

I don't know what the man said to the woman, the woman was as happy as a flower, smiled happily, raised her small mouth, and attacked the man's sickly and pale face.

The mottled reflection is imprinted on them, like a pair of happy dalmatians, cute and sweet.

Ning Xiangtian looked at the little couple with envy, and took a deep breath with a sad brow to relieve the depression in his heart.

For the relationship between him and Bing'er, even if he can't cross the line and develop further, at least he doesn't have to fight.

But that's a luxury.

When can Bing'er smile sweetly at him?

When can Bing'er take a serious look at herself, with more tenderness in her eyes and less indifference?

Then he will definitely set off firecrackers to congratulate!

A gust of wind blew, and the lush willow branches caressed his handsome face, and he sat down on a bench in a demented state, thinking of the impossible in despair.

The panicked footsteps in the corridor could hear Bing'er's frustration, and she had to get the DNA results as soon as possible.

She just wants to take over the company as soon as possible, and she doesn't want to be ruined by Ning Xiangtian's stupid hat.

A slender and white little hand was raised, facing the sun, standing on the windowsill, the corners of Ning Bing'er's mouth slanted out a wanton arc, and smiled weirdly.

Two people, two hairs!

A blood relationship!

What a miraculous medical research, such a cruel medical certificate.

Under the sunlight, the two hairs emitted a faint golden light, like elves flying.

Ning Xiangtian and Yuan Xuefei, I will tear off your hypocritical face and let the world see your face clearly.

What a shameful mother and son, disaster is about to strike, can you still live in peace?

Put away her hair and carefully put it in the bag, and there was another brisk footstep sound from the depths of the corridor, which was Bing'er excitedly walked into the testing center, carefully handed it to the doctor, filled out the list with a heavy face, nervously collected the receipt, and left quickly.

She waited for this day for two lifetimes.

I didn't have a chance in the previous life.

In this life, you are not so lucky.

"Mr. Ning, have you decided?" asked Chen Hongquan in a hoarse voice with a little helplessness.

Bing'er, who had just come to the door of the ward, heard it inexplicably, her eyes turned around, and she wanted to listen again, only to hear Chen Hongquan continue: "Okay, I'll do it right away." ”

What are they discussing?

Does the father have any instructions?

Can my father speak?

Bing'er, who looked confused, took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and walked into her father's hospital room with a smile.

"Dad, Uncle Chen!" Bing'er still greeted them in a good mood, and the sweet smile on her face didn't show anything unusual.

"Miss, there is still something to do in the company, I'll leave first. Chen Hongquan hurriedly stood up and greeted Bing'er by the way.

The expression on Chen Hongquan's face has never changed, his face is flat, his face is deep, he can never see any mental activity, and even joy, anger and sorrow are very distant things for him.

He is like a fairy, he doesn't need seven emotions and six desires, let alone emotional sustenance, and he can perfectly interpret his heart with a solemn face.

Bing'er kept watching this unfathomable man leave the room, not retaining him, nor saying superfluous words, and it would soon be clear whether he was friend or foe.

From Ning Xiangtian's sigh, it can be seen that the company has not been peaceful recently, and the slander of her father and the company by major newspaper websites is in her eyes and anxious.

The company's performance plummeted, its reputation was damaged, and the impact was too wide, which greatly damaged the company's vitality and urgently needed good countermeasures to tide over the difficulties.

Rely on Ning Xiangtian, a playboy?

That's naïve, ridiculous.

Maybe talk to him about what kind of woman is smart and what kind of woman has charm, and he can give you a few days and nights of lessons, but he can't finish it.

Talking about management, talking about operation, talking about operation?

Kill him!

Bing'er knows in her heart, she just wants to see who the old ghosts of the company are?

How many people are bloodsuckers, how many are allies, how many are hypocrites, a crisis can see the facts clearly.

Tribulation sees the truth, these are all summed up by the lessons of blood, and there will be no falsehood.

She was waiting for an opportunity to see the disaster of people's hearts thoroughly.

Turning over or transshipment is not her strong point, but after following Kang Yi to manage Kang's Group for so many years, she has more or less some inventory, and she can still easily deal with these villains.

At that time, it was clear at a glance whether it was friend or foe.

"Dad, I know you're worried about me, don't worry, I'm measured, I can handle my affairs, trust me. Ning Bing'er sat down, took her father's hand, and talked cordially.

The man's crooked mouth kept drooling, and the woman didn't dislike it and helped her wipe it again and again.

It still makes sense that there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time!

will be suffocated, will be forced to death, will be stinked to death, a man paralyzed in bed like his father, how many women dislike it too late, how can they take care of it?

Yuan Xuefei has been here a few times except symbolically, but her soul can't find where she goes?

"Dad, don't be bored, I'll tell you a story. Bing'er really didn't know how to get along with her father, remembering that when she was a child, her father coaxed her to sleep and used storytelling to indulge her.

Ning Guowei's eyes were red, and he excitedly wanted to raise his hand to touch his daughter's head, but unfortunately he couldn't do anything, and in the end, Bing'er sensibly leaned his head on his father's chest.

"Dad, don't worry, Bing'er will take care of herself, don't worry about me, ah!"

The voice is crisp and gentle enough, but every word is particularly sensible.

A simple cat and mouse story that succeeded in lulling the father to sleep.

"Miss has worked hard, drink some water. The nurse Wang Ma gently handed over a paper cup, the water temperature was just right, and her face was full of smiles.

This middle-aged woman, slightly chubby and round, with a square face with traces of years of tempering, sallow skin, a pair of very divine eyes, does not have the stupid feeling of a rural woman, full of cunning, and a black and large matchmaker mole at the corner of her mouth.

The clothes are still clean and neat, the smile on his face is very kind, and he faces Bing'er without pollution and pollution.

"Thank you, Mama Wang. Bing'er politely took the water.

She knew in her heart whether her father was comfortable in the hospital, and this woman had 80% of the credit, and she didn't dare to offend, nor could she ignore it.

As the old saying goes: little ghosts are hard.

The simpler this kind of work, the more it is linked to the individual's happiness index.

"I can see that Miss is here, and Mr. Ning is in a much better mood. "The appearance of a matchmaker like Wang Ma is really not false.

"Mom Wang, my dad is sick now, emotionally unstable, and sometimes has a weird temper, don't be like him, take care of it. Bing'er took a sip of water and said gently.

The corner of her eyes carefully glanced at the woman, this woman who was honest on the surface and shrewd at heart, and her raised and thick eyebrows exposed her sleek appearance.