Precious and valuable things are worthy of the inner three layers, and the outer three layers of wrapping, put on the most intimate clothes, and keep them carefully.

When she took out the square scarf, Bing'er immediately understood.

hurriedly stepped forward, held down Mama Wu's hand to open the scarf, and said shyly: "Mama Wu, don't give me money, you can keep it." ”

The blushing little face can drip blood, and such a shameful behavior appears again and again.

What's even funnier is that a maid gives pocket money to the young lady?

Big joke!

"Miss, it's okay, take it quickly, the old lady and the young master are good to me, you take it first." Mother Wu forcefully took Ning Bing'er's hand and stuffed it directly into her.

A pair of rough and round big hands, tightly holding a pair of slender white and cold little hands, the four hands are tightly clenched together, and there is a kind of heart-warming current slowly flowing back into the heart.

Bing'er raised her head, blinked her eyes, the crystal liquid moistened her eyes, she pursed her mouth tightly, her red little face was extremely aggrieved, and she stared at the old man in front of her with a pitiful little appearance.

I don't know when the forehead lines on the door have become deeper, and the hair has gradually become gray, the skin and flesh on the face are much looser, and the dull skin is all traces left by staying up late and working hard.

Bing'er looked at this old man, and she didn't know how to speak, but she always remembered her kindness to her.

"Thank you, Mama Wu, one day I will pay back double. Bing'er said in a firm tone.

For her, who was penniless, the air just pretended to refuse, she wanted money more than anyone else, otherwise she wouldn't be able to do anything.

DNA testing costs money.

Finding Sister Xiaomei needs money.

I think I need money to clean up Yuan Xuefei.

Identifying loopholes in financial statements requires travel and money.

Living in this real society, can you live without money?

No, and it's still hard to move an inch!

"Silly child, Mother Wu doesn't want you to pay it back, she has taken care of you for so many years, and besides, I don't have any children, why do I want so much money? ”

Mother Wu raised her big rough hand, gently stroked Bing'er's hair, and looked at the poor child with a doting expression, but her heart was thinking about the lost daughter.

Bing'er longs for a loving hug, but for Wu's mother, she has never had the luxury of hugging her, and she doesn't want to hug her.

Maybe it was the smell of oil smoke on Wu's mother that was too heavy, or the smell of disinfectant was too strong, Ning Bing'er was grateful to her in her heart, but she didn't think about hugging her.

This is Bing'er's fanatical desire for blood and relatives.

If it was her own relative, no matter how dirty or ordinary, she would not hesitate to go up and hug her and throw herself into her arms.

This is a mental disorder, self-defense, self-protection of the mental disease.

Lack of love, lack of warmth and sequelae when you grow up.

Bing'er is limited to shaking hands, and she will automatically avoid other further actions.

"Mother Wu, do you have any marks for your lost daughter?" Bing'er tilted her head, thought for a long time, and asked seriously.

Mother Wu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head helplessly, sighed, didn't want to say anything, turned around and put the medicine box, and didn't reply again.

Looking at the old man who was staggering, the back left for him became bent, a little hunchbacked, and there was an inexplicable sense of loss of soul.

Bing'er shook her head helplessly, unwilling to disturb the peace in the old man's inner world, and quietly left the room.

Regarding Wu's mother's life experience when she was young, perhaps only grandma knows a little, and who of them is willing to care about the story of a servant.

In the 5,000 years of class rule, there has long been an invisible distinction between the high and the low, the noble and the low, and the 369 and so on, and these indisputable facts have invisibly affected a person's view of things and the sophistication of human feelings.

Bing'er was not born yet, Wu's mother served in the Ning family, for more than 20 years, hard work, silent pay, an old man who is almost sixty, how many grievances and bitter tears are hidden in her heart, only she knows.

During the day, the home is always deserted, and the huge villa is empty and surprisingly quiet.

Yuan Xuefei always has something to do, and she messes around outside all day long.

Grandma lives in a simple house and rarely comes out for activities, and her father is hospitalized, so she is not in the mood to go out.

Ning Xiangtian, I don't know if he is guarding in the company or in which hotel.

Bing'er, who used to exist like air in this home, suddenly looked around at the clean and tidy home, spacious and bright, and felt comfortable.

Walking briskly and happily, bouncing upstairs, completely forgetting that his current mental age is 30 years old, and he is still jumping lightly like a child.

Standing in front of the empty wardrobe, he picked up a set of black tracksuits and put them on without hesitation, without turning his mind, and never felt sad about what he looked good at.

"Miss, it's time to eat. Mother Wu knocked lightly on the door and said kindly.

"Okay. Bing'er closed the closet, not wanting to take a second look at the lifeless clothes inside.

Slowly go downstairs to eat.

Seeing that the table was full of what she liked to eat, Bing'er glanced at Wu's mother gratefully, and happily started eating with chopsticks.

Suddenly found that Wu Ma was standing there and looking at herself carefully, she couldn't help but glance at herself, and felt that she was indeed a little depressed when she was black.

Seeing a patient dressed like this is a bit like attending a funeral.

Originally, I bought a few sets of gorgeous clothes on the Internet, and I planned to wear them to see Kang Yi, but now it seems that they are redundant.

People don't want to develop, and they don't have you in their hearts.

What's more, Kang Yi just died of his girlfriend, and it is not reasonable to take the position immediately.

Then each other and cool him.

Although he said that, Bing'er couldn't help but think about Kang Yi and wanted to know what he was doing now?

Still sad and sad?

Where to stay?

What should I do with Tong Jia's funeral?

Can I help you?

Thinking about it, the chopsticks in his hand hung in the air, thinking about things seriously.

"Miss, Miss?" Mother Wu looked at Bing'er and was stunned for a while, afraid that her brain would be burned out by the fever last night, so she hurriedly came over to remind her to shake.

"Mother Wu, what's the matter?" Bing'er looked at the old man in surprise and asked with a wink.

"It's okay, seeing that you haven't put down your chopsticks for a long time, is the dish unappetizing?" Wu's mother asked carefully, her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked at her with some embarrassment.

I guessed in my heart that it was all made according to the eldest lady's preference, wouldn't I not like to eat it?

How did she know that Bing'er was thinking of a man.

"Mother Wu, I like it very much, you don't have to stand here, let's go eat first, and then prepare my father's porridge for me." Bing'er said gently.

"Okay. "Mother Wu always retreats very sensibly, will not cause trouble to the master, will not disturb the master, and grasp every detail just right.

A little more annoying, a little less hypocrisy, if you are accurate, you will not be without measure, and you will not have a relationship with you.

Authentic and simple living in her own world.

Don't be pretentious, don't steal and play tricks, don't see the wind and rudder, and play to your strengths according to your nature, maybe this is the advantage of staying in the Ning family for long-term development.