After not seeing her father for so many days, Ning Bing'er has been thinking about and worrying in her heart, tidying up, not wanting her father to see such a haggard self, Ning Bing'er washed up, dressed up, and then walked like her father's ward.

After not visiting her father for so long, Ning Bing'er was thinking about how to prevaricate this matter in her heart, and she couldn't let her father take care of herself, so she kept her head down, thinking about how to perfunctory her father, and just arrived at the door of the ward, the door was open, and the people were buzzing.

What the hell is going on?

Ning Bing'er stepped forward to visit, but she didn't expect that her father's ward was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and she couldn't see what was going on inside?

What the hell is going on?

Ning Bing'er hurriedly pushed away the crowd and kept drilling inside, mixed with various voices, and couldn't hear the specific thing they were arguing about at all?

"Mr. Ning, when will our salary be paid to us?" said a young woman in a slim professional suit, wearing delicate makeup, and looking at her father in a wheelchair with sharp eyes.

"Mr. Ning, the advance payment for the contract you signed for me is 30 percent, when do you think it will be convenient for you to call us?" said a man with a briefcase, a big oily belly, and smooth combed hair.

"Mr. Ning, the repayment deadline for the IOU signed by your wife with me has arrived, when will you bring it?" A middle-aged woman, dressed in a gorgeous evening dress, with exaggerated makeup, interrogated her father with a hideous face.

"Mr. Ning......"

"Mr. Ning......"

"Mr. Ning......"

......

Ning Bing'er just got closer, there were countless Ning Zong's echoes in his ears, Ning Guowei, who was surrounded by the crowd and helpless, looked at them indifferently, who raised his head when he made a sound, and looked at the person who spoke, his haggard face was full of vicissitudes and helplessness, and his cloudy old eyes were full of stubbornness and reluctance.

Even if he was forced to break so nervously, Ning Guowei still did not feel flinched or frustrated, and still looked at this group of forces with strength and confidence.

In the world, except for money that can be believed, there is almost nothing of interest in their eyes.

If a person takes money too seriously, he will eventually fall into the eyes of money and cannot pull it out, and eventually fall into the world of money.

"What's the noise, get out of here. Ning Bing'er finally pushed away the crowd and stood in front of her father, blocking everyone's eyes.

Her eyes flashed with disgust and rejection, more disdain and irritability, Ning Bing'er glanced around the men and women in front of her, and the expression on her face was so cold and stubborn that it made them take a few steps back slightly.

"Who are you?" the man with the briefcase looked at Ning Bing'er with disdain and contempt, and asked coldly.

Looking at people's faces under the snort, it seems that the subtext is: a yellow-haired girl with a milky smell that has not dried up, what can she do?

If you are not afraid of people talking, you are afraid that no one will come out to stir up trouble.

Since someone took the initiative to stand up and be beaten, then why be polite?

"Who am I? You don't even know who I am, why are you embarrassed to come here to ask for money?" Ning Bing'er said sarcastically with a disdainful expression, and the sharpness in her eyes instantly made the middle-aged man regret it again.

"What qualifications does a yellow-haired girl have to stand here and talk, get out?" The middle-aged man felt that he had lost face, and suddenly moved his hand to pull Ning Bing'er, and the horizontal flesh on his face flashed disgustingly.

"Get out, it should be you, right?" Ning Bing'er said and raised her foot, one swept her legs, and then one elbow went down, slamming it on his back, and then pressing down hard, but the expression on Ning Bing'er's face was still looking at him very calmly, as if the person who had just made this series of actions did not know himself.

It's too easy, it's too perfect, as soon as this string of postures comes out, I see the fat man lying on the ground and begging for mercy in pain.

Waving the white flag just to escape the pain of flesh and skin, dreaming?

Since you want to come out and challenge me, I have to make you hurt to the bone, and I don't dare to look down on the little girl casually.

The corners of Ning Bing'er's mouth hooked up a weird smile, raised her head to look at the indifferent sect person in front of her, and saw that no one was willing to step forward to help, so she turned around even more presumptuously, rode directly on the man, took the bag on her body and stabbed it a few times on his thick back.

The man riding under him was beaten and begged for mercy, but Bing'er didn't relieve his anger, the anger that had been forced for so long had no place to spread, this time she could find an idler to beat her, but Ning Bing'er knew in her heart that she would not beat this man out of internal injuries, let alone let this man pass easily.

Since it is an example to kill chickens and monkeys, the surface work must still be done in place.

Ning Guowei in a wheelchair watched his daughter teach these arrogant and inhuman partners so strongly, when they were in difficulty, he not only helped but also lent money to let them develop the enterprise, and now he is down, they are so persecuted, not to mention that the contract was not signed by himself, it was signed by his brother Ning Guoqiang.

But why is it your own seal and autograph?

Ning Guowei couldn't figure it out, but he didn't want this pig-like cry to disturb the tranquility of the ward, and he didn't want his daughter to continue to make a fool of himself.

"Bing'er, that's enough, stop fighting. Ning Guowei affectionately called out to his daughter who was just about to get out of the bag, with a trace of helplessness and sadness in his eyes, and his face was deeply imprinted with wrinkles on his face, this disease made him look older.

Hearing her father's stop, Ning Bing'er put down her bag, raised her head, looked at her father's tired face, gently agreed, smashed the bag on his back again, and then got up, looked around at everyone, and stood coldly beside her father.

"Who else wants to know who I am now?" Ning Bing'er asked the scoundrel.

There was a ruthlessness in the soft voice, no one wanted to have this kind of voice related to the girl next to them, they looked at each other, did not dare to step forward, silently took a step back, looked at the woman in front of them cautiously, and then no one dared to make a sound.

The room was full of people inside and out, and the air in the ward at this time was filled not only with the smell of gunsmoke, but also with all kinds of unpleasant body odor and sweat emitted from their bodies.

The sensitive Ning Bing'er raised her hand to cover her nostrils, glanced around again, and asked coldly: "There is a debtor, if the IOU in your hand is owed by my father, stay, if not, please take care of yourself, the patient needs to rest." Ning Bing'er said loudly and arrogantly, this deep and deep voice once again shocked the group of people in front of her.

Is this woman a human or a ghost?

In fact, it wasn't Ning Bing'er who changed her voice, but she used a slightly mature tone and lowered her voice, bluffing to confuse these people in front of her, and not to treat her as a child who could be easily fooled and bullied.

Maturity in front of the bad guys can bluff them for a while.

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