On the computer is part of the information about the Anling development project, and Ning Bing'er took a lot of trouble to get the internal information, she is afraid that if she loses these hard-won materials, it will be a big loss.

Family struggles, property disputes, inheritance snatching, these wealthy grievances are in Ning Bing'er's eyes, and she doesn't want to talk about them at all, and she never thinks about it.

In the face of weak chicken-style opponents, Ning Bing'er is usually reluctant to fight, rewards or handouts may be more like her style, and insulting people can also make Ning Bing'er high-spirited, high-spirited, and high-end.

Quickly saving and closing the computer, Ning Bing'er raised her head slightly, peeked at the old man sitting calmly on the sofa, and only took a few minutes of breath, and waited for herself energetically.

I walked over slowly with some trepidation, and the smile on my face was still a little stiff.

Laughter is a kind of self-cultivation, a kind of bearing, and a kind of politeness.

However, Ning Bing'er's smile at this time was more like a buffer to break the embarrassing atmosphere, but the release time was too long, and it seemed to be ineffective, and the atmosphere was still tense.

"Come, come and sit next to Grandma. Old Madam Ning raised her head and beckoned to the children who came over.

Immature little face, clear eyes, flushed and healthy skin, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, Mrs. Ning kept asking herself in her heart, where did this child offend herself, and snub her for so many years?

"Grandma. Ning Bing'er was so depressed that she really didn't know how to get along with this old man, she lowered her head nervously, and kept pinching each other's mouth with her two hands.

A warm and old little hand took Ning Bing'er's delicate and white little hands, held them tightly in the palm of his hand, kept rubbing, patted gently, and held them very lovingly.

This unfamiliar warmth made Bing'er's already cold little hands even colder.

"Bing'er, why are your hands so cold?" asked Old Madam Ning distressedly

In the past, the old people in the village always said that children with cold hands have a hard life and a good heart.

Touching Ning Bing'er's little hands that were like ice sculptures, a chill froze that fiery heart, Old Madam Ning really didn't know how much this child had suffered, so these hands would be so cold?

"It's okay, I'm not cold, I'm used to it. Ning Bing'er quickly pulled out her pair of cold and piercing little hands, her face was flushed, and she kept her head down, not daring to look up at her grandmother.

After all, the horror in her eyes is the easiest to expose her heart, and Ning Bing'er doesn't want her grandmother to see her fear and nervousness, let alone let her grandmother know her embarrassment and embarrassment.

"Bing'er, grandma......" Old Madam Ning paused, bit her lip a little indescribably, and her lower lip was bitten white by dentures without saying a word.

After waiting for a moment and finding her grandmother's pause, Ning Bing'er raised her head cautiously, wondering what had happened.

When she raised her eyes and looked at each other, Ning Bing'er saw distress and remorse in her grandmother's moist and cloudy old eyes, and even more saw the guilt and uneasiness of this old man.

Ning Bing'er pursed her lips, didn't say a superfluous word, and didn't think about adjusting the ridiculous atmosphere at this time.

"Grandma came today specifically to apologize to you, after so many years, grandma is sorry for you, sorry. Finally, after taking a deep breath, Mrs. Ning slowly expressed the guilt in her heart.

"I'm sorry!" These three words are insignificant in Ning Bing'er's eyes, such an apology that has no weight and no follow-up support is too pale and too weak.

Therefore, hearing her grandmother's apology, Ning Bing'er didn't accept it in her heart, or even rejected it, she originally had a stiff smile on her face, and finally Bing'er directly withdrew the smile on her face, a bitter smile pulled out from the corner of her mouth, and looked at the embarrassed old man in front of her mockingly.

There are some steps, you don't necessarily have to go down if you are given them, such as the ladder that her grandmother built for her that she doesn't know how to bear, Ning Bing'er didn't dare to step on it, and she didn't want to step down.

After so many years of grievances, so many years of suffering, and so many years of desolation, what is the thing that can be solved with a word of sorry.

With so much anger in my heart, why do I have to pour out all my sorry words?

Is it because she is an elder that she puts down her body and apologizes to herself?

Or is it because she is low enough to give you steps, you can't hold it anymore, you can't be wronged anymore, you have to take it all?

How can there be such unfair treatment in the world, all of them have to bear by themselves.

Seeing the sarcastic smile on the corner of Ning Bing'er's mouth, Old Madam Ning was not discouraged, sighed, and said softly: "These are many sins that I have created, and I have created them!"

As soon as the words fell, the appearance of beating his chest was exactly the same as those splattering women in the countryside, and he was even a little funny and ridiculous.

Seeing her grandmother repenting so painfully, Ning Bing'er didn't mean to be discouraged or forgive at all, and still moved her position slightly arrogantly, away from her grandmother's touch, and avoided physical contact.

"Bing'er, I know that you hate grandma for being ruthless, hating grandma for treating your mother like that back then, hating grandma for helping outsiders deal with you, grandma knows, you can't accept grandma for a while, it's okay, grandma waits, there is time for you to forgive grandma. "Old Madam Ning is humble enough to admit her mistakes like Ning Bing'er.

"Hmph" came out of the snort, a rather disdainful cold snort, and a repulsive arc outlined at the corner of her eyes, Ning Bing'er looked at her grandmother with contempt.

Saying this, Ning Bing'er thought of those unbearable pasts, swept away all the colors of her entire life, and only shed darkness for her, boundless darkness, endless.

"Grandma knew it was too late to say this, but Grandma had to say it, and if she didn't say it, she would kill her. Old Madam Ning paused, and glanced at this child who looked at herself indifferently, like a joke.

The great grievances in my heart can only be endured, I dare not stretch, I dare not complain, I dare not resist, I can only bear it, after all, the attitude of admitting mistakes must be sincere.

It's like she must go upstairs by herself and knock on Ning Bing'er's door in person, and she doesn't want to summon this child to her room to talk.

It's not that I want to act in a bitter drama to win Ning Bing'er's favor, nor do I sit for a long time to exercise, but I want to get to know this child sincerely, and I really want to contact this child.

Since the house is hers, can she think of this hateful grandmother for the first time, and can they move back in?

It can be seen how kind-hearted this child is, and his bearing is so great, respectable, admirable, lamentable, and praiseable!

"Don't talk nonsense, there's no need. Ning Bing'er stood up, not wanting to continue listening to the old man.

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