In the Mingyuan apartment near Bingcheng Medical University, there is a bright lamp, and under the lamp there is a meditative girl, who is seriously analyzing the financial statements.

The hidden economic chain behind each string of numbers brings a crisis or an opportunity, Ning Bing'er does not dare to determine at present, but there is no abnormality from the information given by Chen Hongquan.

Ning Bing'er turned the pen in her hand with all kinds of tricks, and there was a trace of doubt and speculation in her dark eyes, there must be something wrong with these gorgeous and perfect data.

Development and research expenses are the first to be spending, raw material procurement costs are second, annual sales profits are considerable, there is not much pure profit left, and what is more terrible is that accounts receivable have been high, what kind of logic is this?

"Dad, are you in the water in your brain?" Ning Bing'er bit the tip of her pen, puzzled.

For his budget-conscious father, it is impossible for him not to see that there is a problem with these data.

The more perfect something is, the more careful you have to be.

This is the common sense taught to her by Kang Yi in the previous life.

What went wrong?

Ning Xiangtian embezzled public funds?

Shoddy raw materials?

R&D is my father's most important industry, and there should be no problem.

......

With a "bang", the pen in her hand fell off to the ground, breaking the woman in thought.

Late at night, it was dark outside the window, the lively city had nothing to do with her, she slowly walked to the windowsill and looked out, passers-by were like dust grains, like ants, living in the world, running around and working hard.

In all things in the universe, man seems unusually small and humble, powerless, always shackled, always bound.

"Dad, are you okay today?" Ning Bing'er thought melancholy about the poor and frail old man on the hospital bed.

This stubborn old man, who has worked hard for most of his life, has created a family business that is in turmoil, and she is really worried that the old man will wake up and see the company in danger, and it will fall again.

She had to stand up!

Guarding the company for his father fulfilled his father's dream of strengthening his body through medicine.

"Jingle bell!"

The mobile phone rang, disrupting Ning Bing'er's messy thoughts, she picked up the phone impatiently, and frowned when she saw the caller ID.

Why did he call me?

Sick!

"Smack!" the phone was hung up, and it was thrown heavily on the sofa, too lazy to take care of it.

"Jingle bell!" the unrelenting phone ringing came to mind, and it kept ringing without answering the phone.

"You're sick!" Ning Bing'er scolded angrily at the phone.

"Go back to the villa and give you half an hour. A colder voice came from the other end of the line, giving her no time to catch her breath or think.

Hang up!

What a fucking sickness!

Ning Xiangtian, who do you think you are?

The leader of the Ning family?

You dream!

This dream will soon be shattered, wake up.

I really have to hurry up to do a paternity test, so that their mother and son died of this heart!

Ning Bing'er's dark eyes flashed with an imperceptible banter, and the tears in the corners of her eyes flickered and dimmed, mocking the ridiculous mother and son.

"Jingle bell!" remembered the phone again, Ning Bing'er picked it up very reluctantly and looked at it, a few drops of sweat appeared on the door, and she carefully picked up the phone.

"Hey, Grandma!" the tone remained soft, without any complaints, let alone the slightest reluctance.

A good family education and family style make Ning Bing'er never forget the family affection that blood is thicker than water, and this intergenerational relationship, although she has not given herself the slightest benefit, but this woman is the lifeblood of her father, and her father is her lifeblood.

In the food chain, Ning Bing'er is always at the weakest, the bottom, the species that has been eaten.

"You have to go back to the villa tonight, what kind of body do you have when you are a girl every day?" Although Mrs. Ning is 80 years old, she is full of confidence, and the authority in her tone is not less majestic than that of the year.

The phone immediately hung up, leaving only a blind beep ringing.

This painless command, which seems to hide concern, but also complaint, and more majestic, every word is like a whip whipping a woman's heart.

She wants to resist too much, she wants to resist too much, but she is an elder, how can she bear to go against her?

It's not that grandma is in good health, and she may have already met Hades.

No matter how close the family is, there is only one lifetime of involvement, in the next life, can you and I still know each other?

Rebirth, this kind of dramatic life director, is like a dream, when it is broken, when it is awake, it is just a momentary illusion.

The intergenerational relationship with her grandmother, although she has never given herself the slightest benefit, she is too kind to do anything against morality!

In the last life, the frail old man was dying, and when he was about to die, he was talking about his own name, full of regret and saying that he was sorry for himself!

The old man was confused all his life, but in the end he walked out of the last journey of his life soberly and painfully!

Ning Bing'er didn't have time to fulfill her filial piety and didn't fulfill the old man's final wish.

In this life, her unreasonableness and her punishment are just because she didn't see the facts clearly.

It chooses to forgive, it chooses to tolerate, it chooses to forgive!

A good woman can't be a wicked person, she can't be ruthless after all!

Hide the information, put the bag on your back, sigh heavily, and walk out of the apartment helplessly!

The conflict will only intensify the conflict, she would rather be injured alone than embarrass the old man, this is the pure Ning Bing'er.

Just two hours before she went out, a bewitching yellow sports car drove into the Bay Villa, this open-top Ferrari attracted the eyes of many beauties, and the unique pull of the plane, making that handsome face even more charming.

The man locked the car door, couldn't help but touch the smooth hair with his hand, and walked into the villa proudly.

Ning Xiangtian raised his eyes and glanced at the deserted home, and bowed his head to change his shoes in some disappointment.

"The young master is back!" the housekeeper Wu Ma greeted warmly.

"Hmm!" replied calmly without any emotion.

For this country woman, since he entered the villa, he has taken care of his diet and daily life, and treats this foreign child sincerely.

He didn't appreciate her much, and it was still as plain as water.

The species of the Ning family will not be ungrateful, and Ning Xiangtian is not the species of the Ning family at all, so how can we treat them kindly?

"Xiao Liu is here. Wu's mother continued enthusiastically, as if his indifference did not interrupt her affection for the child.

"Hmm!" he replied unhurriedly, a hint of anxiety passing through his heart.

"Mr. Ning!" A tall thin man in a shirt, black trousers, and a black cap that will never be changed stood upright in the living room.

Xiao Liu, known as Liu Changshan, has a thin appearance, a sickly pale face, a weak appearance, but he is quite scheming, from Ning Xiangtian's little follower to the reddest lackey next to him.

Eat, drink and play together, and come up with all kinds of ghost ideas, so that this Ning family's generous young man can enjoy the joy of the world to the fullest.

Ning Xiangtian's trust in him reached the peak, Ning Shao was hearty in the room, and it was always this thin man who was guarding the door and listening to the play.