Wang Cuihua, who was about to wash the vegetables, stopped what she was doing, watched Ning Bing'er speak seriously, and carefully pondered what she wanted to express in and out of her words.

"Busy, what is Kang Yi doing?" Wang Cuihua continued to ask, those beautiful Danfeng eyes followed Ning Bing'er all the time, and every subtle expression wanted to penetrate.

Ning Bing'er has been practicing this question in her heart, no matter how she answers, it is a test, not to mention that now that Kang Yi is not in Ice City, it is not appropriate to say any kind of identity.

After hesitating for a moment, Ning Bing'er looked at Wang Cuihua with a look of grievance and discomfort and said, "Sister, Kang Yi is injured and is recuperating at home." ”

Such a sincere reply made Wang Cuihua feel shocked, she guessed that Ning Bing'er would have countless answers, but she didn't expect Ning Bing'er to tell Kang Yi the truth.

This is really not an ordinary woman, the thinking of not playing cards according to the routine is incomprehensible, and every conversation must be filed in advance, otherwise it will not be able to keep up with the rhythm of this little girl.

Once again, he carefully looked at the little boy in front of him, with big and round eyes, often flickering eyelashes, more agile and cute than the wings of an elf, and his fair face with pink and red halo was like two peach blossoms, and the beautiful mole in the corner of his eye seemed to be there or not, faintly appearing, which made people feel distressed inexplicably.

I don't know if Ning Bing'er's confusing appearance makes people feel distressed, or the answer she just gave is distressing, Wang Cuihua grabbed Ning Bing'er's little hand with pity, looked at it gently, pulled out a hand, gently touched her head, and looked at Ning Bing'er with doting and joy in her eyes.

"Is it serious, how did you get hurt?" Wang Cuihua took Ning Bing'er's hand and said lightly with comfort.

It's still a pair of extremely cold little hands, soft and smooth, but too cold, too cold, no matter how you rub it, how you cover it, these little hands have never been warm, Wang Cuihua held it in the palm of her hand distressedly, looking at the child with an aggrieved and uncomfortable face, she really felt sorry for her.

"He turned out to be a police officer, and when he was on duty, he was injured trying to save me, and it seemed to hurt his brain and forgot about me. Ning Bing'er said the biggest pain in her heart, and the tears didn't hold back, falling down like beads with broken threads.

Looking at the extremely aggrieved Ning Bing'er crying heartbrokenly, Wang Cuihua hugged the poor child movingly, she was already very distressed about her, but she didn't conspire with each other, but when she heard her real tragic experience, Wang Cuihua was still very sad.

"Xiaoyi, don't be sad, it's going to be fine, it's going to be fine. Wang Cuihua took Ning Bing'er into her arms and secretly persuaded Ning Bing'er sadly, as if she was also reminding herself.

Raising her head again and looking at the closed second floor, a trace of hatred and pain flashed in Wang Cuihua's heart, how could she not suffer the same pain, and it was her favorite man and her rival who were locked upstairs.

Thinking of the pair of dog men and women crying and begging themselves to save them, Wang Cuihua feels that life is like a play, everyone wants to play the protagonist, no matter how disobedient they are, the screenwriter will come up with various reasons to favor the protagonist, and he will not let him die.

When the protagonist dies, that's the end of the whole play!

This is the law of domestic TV dramas, the law of lightning that cannot be moved.

It's a pity that such a thing is too dramatic, Wang Cuihua won't do it, not to mention that her rival in love is still Ning Xiangtian's mother Yuan Xuefei, what qualifications does this woman have to defeat herself?

Is it love?

Impossible, Liang Jiaqi has never believed in love, how could he abandon himself and choose a woman so much older than him.

Is it money?

This woman has fallen to the point of selling her house, where does the money come from to continue to support and support this man's extravagant expenses?

But Liang Jiaqi abandoned himself for the sake of Yuan Xuefei, an old woman, betrayed the organization, and even more ridiculously came to beg him to let them live.

How ridiculous, how shameful, how tragic, but Wang Cuihua turned it into a bitter love drama, imprisoned the two of them upstairs, and locked them up in a dark claustrophobic prison, slowly torturing the pair of bitter mandarin ducks.

"Sister, I hurt, my heart hurts!" Ning Bing'er covered her heart, sobbing and said softly, her aggrieved and pitiful little look gently leaning on Wang Cuihua's chest.

Looking at the extremely lost girl in her arms at this time, Wang Cuihua was really distressed, and she felt sorry for Bing'er inexplicably, or she felt sorry for herself by finding a suitable outlet.

Honest, the best way to open the closed heart lock, this is not Ning Bing'er's trick, let alone an actor-level acting acting, but a true feeling, with the most sincere emotions to impress the enemy's hard fortress.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay!" Wang Cuihua hugged the little girl crying sadly in her arms tightly, and kept sighing, but she kept holding back the tears that slipped down.

"What's wrong with you?" Ning Xiangtian suddenly walked into the kitchen, and saw the two people hugging each other and crying silently, although he was a little overwhelmed, but when he saw Bing'er's crying red eyes, his heart still hurt.

"Why are you here?" Ning Bing'er asked in a panicked manner as she wiped away her tears and reproached her tone.

Only if she absolutely doesn't care and doesn't care, can Ning Bing'er fool the past and deceive all the eyeliner, Ning Xiangtian is not her weakness.

With such a deliberate cover-up and protection, Ning Bing'er herself didn't realize the change in her feelings for Ning Xiangtian, and she wouldn't believe that she could betray Kang Yi.

"Bing'er, what's wrong with you?" Ning Xiangtian's deep eyes were full of worry and nervousness, and he kept staring at Ning Bing'er, trying to read her heart.

This mysterious woman, Ning Xiangtian never guessed what she was thinking, how many things she had in her heart, how strong was her toughness, and how high she could bounce?

Maybe Ning Xiangtian can only guess these problems when he stands at a certain height and has the real ability to lead the company.

"It's okay, let you sit in the house, what are you running around?" Ning Bing'er's tone was full of scolding and dissatisfaction, her eyes were cold, there was no temperature, her body was stiff, and her face was expressionless.

With such a rapid change in mood, Ning Xiangtian couldn't keep up with this woman's transformation speed at all, and looked at her with surprise and coldness, standing there at a loss.

Wang Cuihua found that it was not a matter for the two to stalemate, so she gently patted Ning Bing'er on the back and said gently: "Xiaoyi, you can go too, go to the house and wait, it will be fine in a while." ”

Hearing Wang Cuihua's words, Ning Bing'er stood up, her eyes full of grievances and helplessness and slowly withdrew from the kitchen, which felt like reluctance at a farewell ceremony.

"Hmm. In response, Ning Bing'er pulled Ning Xiangtian out of the kitchen, and then heard a beautiful note from the spatula and pot in the kitchen.

Everyone has a feeling that cannot be relieved in their hearts, just like the pain after an ant bite, spicy and itchy.

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