Twisting his soft body, he slowly walked upstairs, didn't take a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at his son with a confused face, and said lazily: "Tian'er, don't you go to sleep yet?"

After speaking, he turned around and continued walking, looking indifferent.

"Yuan Xuefei, who gave you the guts to be so arrogant in the Ning family?" After speaking, he spit out the grape in his mouth vigorously, smashed it accurately to her ankle, and after the heavy blow, he staggered, knelt on the ground, and knocked on the steps.

"Eh!" Yuan Xuefei looked at the immediately bruised knee, turned her head in pain, and glared at Ning Bing'er angrily.

Ning Xiangtian, who was sitting on the sofa, saw the scene that had just happened, looked at Bing'er in disbelief, and immediately ran over, helped his mother up, and helped her exhale with distressed eyes.

"Tian'er, help my mother get up and bring the medicine box for my mother. Yuan Xuefei looked in unbearable pain, and complained to her son delicately.

Turning his head to look at Ning Bing'er's little face that didn't care, she continued to play with grapes in her mouth, arrogant.

"I haven't made it clear yet, why do you want to leave?" Ning Bing'er snorted at the woman opposite.

Ning Bing'er, who has been holding back her anger, can only vent her resentment by playing with grapes, she doesn't want to fight, she doesn't want to use force, and she doesn't want to damage any piece of furniture in the house. She felt that this woman's life was not worth the money for a piece of furniture in her house.

It's not worth it at all, and it's not worth it, this is Ning Bing'er's definition of Yuan Xuefei.

"Little slut, you're fucking ruthless enough, dare to play yin. "I stood up and wanted to bite Ning Bing'er, but unfortunately I was stopped by Ning Xiangtian, who rushed over.

Maybe Ning Xiangtian knew Ning Bing'er's strength, and his mother's hard work would only make him suffer more, or maybe he felt sorry for Ning Bing'er, so he obstructed it like this.

No matter what the reason, Ning Xiangtian didn't want the two of them to fight with arms.

"Mom, if you get hurt, just settle down. You haven't made it clear yet, why are you doing this to Dad?" Ning Xiangtian said sonorously, without suspicion of favoritism, and asked very neutrally.

This is also the doubt in his heart.

"You know what, don't make a mess. Go back to your room. Yuan Xuefei majestically intimidated her son.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore, don't treat me as a child every day, I have the right to know these things. Ning Xiangtian protested awe-inspiringly.

"What do you want me to say?" Yuan Xuefei looked at Ning Xiangtian with an innocent expression, and looked at Bing'er with disgust and pride.

Love and hate switch freely in my heart, changing objects, immediately changing faces, like Trump, very easily and casually.

"Pretend?" Ning Bing'er coerced with one word as always, although it was just one word, but that gloomy face, as well as those beautiful eyes with cruel eyes, the hatred and disgust in her heart were all exposed to this world through her eyes.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and this sentence is really appropriate when applied to Bing'er! A look at it is perfect, and it shows the resentment in his heart to the extreme.

Yuan Xuefei, who was sitting on the sofa and looked at each other calmly, crashed into Ning Bing'er's eyes, and after three seconds of brewing, she quickly looked like someone she didn't know.

Her gloomy eyes, the light she emitted, were all full of hostility, and the sense of distance and strangeness that she exuded all over her body was invisibly heavy and suffocating.

I really don't dare to look into her eyes, and I can interpret the inner world of others.

These eyes are too terrifying, and there are stiff facial muscles, looking too gloomy, and there is a heart-penetrating chill in the gloom.

"I didn't pretend. Yuan Xuefei had a very innocent expression, glanced at Ning Bing'er, and immediately lowered her head, no longer having the posture just now.

Emasculated?

Castrated so soon?

Not like Yuan Xuefei's nature?

Wasn't it her intention this time, forced?

"Say!" said this time even more grimly, like a silent resistance from hell, without any room for manoeuvre, and with a majestic majesty.

Ning Xiangtian couldn't help but shudder when he heard this kind of cold words coming out of the cracks in the ground, shaking off the goosebumps on his body, and his charming big eyes even dilated his pupils to look at the battle between the two tigers in front of him.

This battle has just begun, and their mother and son are destined to lose badly.

"Bing'er, what do you want me to say?" Yuan Xuefei began to struggle in the sisty way, and her charming face was a little hideous, especially the red and bright lipstick, which looked terrifying.

Changing the crossed legs of Erlang, she changed to a comfortable position and continued to chew the grapes in her mouth, and the expression on her face returned to flatness, as if the two threats just now did not come from her mouth.

Looking at her idle and leisurely appearance, the mother and son couldn't guess what this woman was thinking?

If you don't play cards according to the routine, and you don't have a normal number of roads, you can't see a breakthrough in this kind of sanda trick at all, which is the most difficult opponent in the battle.

"You also want to remind, where did the arrogance just now come from?" Ning Bing'er turned her neck and always maintained a posture, which was really uncomfortable.

The creaking of the neck became more and more creepy, like a broken bone cup, and he didn't care.

"I don't know what you want me to say? I really don't have anything to say, nothing to explain. Yuan Xuefei seemed to have passed the pain, her courage had increased, her voice became louder, and she had a stubborn expression on her face.

This is a kind of confrontation, this kind of psychological confrontation, not only about the result, but also about the variables of the process.

Yuan Xuefei completely ignored the strong psychological conquest quality of the woman in front of her, and underestimating it would only lose more thoroughly.

"Why do you tell my dad the truth at this time?" Ning Bing'er is so tired, she was sick last night, and she is better today, and she is really tired after such a long drive, and she doesn't want to continue to consume with him.

After speaking, his expression was very indifferent, and he looked at this bewitching woman with stiff muscles, surprisingly calm, his feet were lowered, and his hands were on his stomach, looking very relaxed.

This relaxed way of talking gave the other party a step, and Yuan Xuefei slowly put down the mustard and nervously tore the corners of her clothes with both hands.

Lowering his head slightly, pursing his lips, looking like he wanted to say something, he cautiously peeked at Ning Bing'er.

"Mom, are you threatened?" Ning Xiangtian squatted at his mother's feet, raised his head, and looked at his mother distressedly.

This woman who has protected herself for many years, when has she seen her frustration and grievances, and suddenly her mother looks like a little woman being bullied today, and her heart tightens and aches.

"God, don't ask, don't ask. Suddenly, Yuan Xuefei cried inexplicably, hugged her son's head tightly, and cried bitterly, which was very sensational and pitiful.

Weep?

You cry too?

Do you also have today?

The days of your crying are yet to come.

I hate this helpless behavior, and even annoys others crying in front of me.

Ning Bing'er stood up helplessly, took out an envelope from her bag, threw it on Yuan Xuefei, and turned around to leave.

didn't take a few steps, turned around, looked at the mother and son who hugged each other affectionately, and said coldly: "After reading the contents of the envelope, you figured it out and came to me, don't let me wait too long." ”

After speaking, he walked upstairs quickly, unwilling to continue to look at this heart-blocking scene.