Seeing Ning Xiangtian constantly retreating in horror, Ning Bing'er laughed in her heart.

Cheap, timid, and afraid of loss are the humble things that most men are when facing the girl they like.

Obviously very happy and excited, the woman he likes took the initiative to get close to him, close to himself, and stick to himself, but every inch of her, every inch of the distance, Ning Xiangtian was flustered and beating uncontrollably, and he was cringe and timid, and he was suddenly very afraid of the dyspnea caused by such a quiet distance contact.

Ning Xiangtian kept bending down to avoid Ning Bing'er's approach, it seemed that such an ambiguous atmosphere made him unable to breathe, and he looked at her in a panicked little appearance.

"Say, who did he see the night before he disappeared?Who did he talk to?" Ning Bing'er hugged Ning Xiangtian closely, their distance getting closer and closer, and the distance between the two faces was on the verge of danger.

"Dad, he went to Dad's hospital room for a long time that night. Ning Xiangtian quickly answered this question without a trace of hesitation.

Because he hesitated any longer, his waist would be broken, and now he was forced by Ning Bing'er to bend into a bow, or an arched bridge. If it weren't for good flexibility, his waist would have been broken, broken, wasted, really flashed, and completely wasted.

Hearing "Dad", which was expected and unexpected, Ning Bing'er reflexively reached out to pull him and straighten him up, when these cold little hands touched his tough back, a warm sun gradually rose, colliding with the cold and bone-eroding cold air in his body, and his body also warmed.

Why is that? Why him, not Kang Yi?

Ning Bing'er succeeded in her first attempt, and a sense of loss instantly permeated her body.

What kind of creation is this, what kind of creation is this? Why do you play tricks on her?

Seeing Ning Bing'er blushing, staring at her hands with an annoyed face, smooth and soft, fine skin and tender meat, and the slowly rising temperature made these hands have a healthy beauty.

It was Ning Xiangtian, who was teased by Ning Bing'er and was at a loss, he contracted his eyes of desire in horror, looked at her cautiously tentatively, and thought blankly about what he said wrong?

"You said that Dad can't talk or move, what instructions can he give Uncle Chen, or arrange for him to perform any tasks?" Ning Bing'er leaned on the computer desk, holding her cheeks, thinking thoughtfully about her father's small movements.

Every time there was a critical moment, my father would bang the bedrail, disrupting her rhythm, distracting her, and hindering her progress, slapping the bed with a force that was not like that of a paralyzed old man who could not move.

Metal sound transmission not only requires air as a medium, but more importantly, the sound source and the sound emitter itself.

The sound emitter was under the weight of the futon and dozens of pounds of men, and if it wanted to make such a strong sound to stop the movement of the living room, the sound source had to use the power of the wilderness to knock out the bursts of sound.

The hand, as the only source of sound, is impossible to do if it is really paralyzed.

After careful analysis and careful consideration, Ning Bing'er felt more and more that something was wrong, or rather suspicious.

"Could it be...... Is your father pretending?" Ning Bing'er almost shouted out the doubts in her heart, this big guess was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and her brain exploded.

If you want to explain everything clearly, there is only this kind of analysis, the father is pretending, pretending to be sick, and he is snooping everything behind his back.

Is that so?

If that's the case, Dad, you've hurt Bing'er too badly.

Bing'er came back from rebirth, worried about you, for the sake of worry, for the sake of sadness, but you deceived your daughter like this, Dad, what kind of trick do you say you played?

Ning Bing'er was woken up suddenly, and she straightened up and looked at Ning Xiangtian in horror, and the man with a cute face didn't know that her heart had just undergone such a drastic change.

Seeing that her eyeballs were about to fall out of her sockets, Ning Xiangtian was still guessing, what kind of wind was this woman going to smoke again, or did she think of something again, to torture herself?

Standing vigilantly and standing upright, waiting for Ning Bing'er to review herself, or torture herself.

After pondering for a few seconds, Ning Bing'er finally showed a long-lost smile, with an answer in her heart, her eyebrows were clear, and things were much clearer, looking at the frightened man in front of her with ease.

"What kind of wind are you smoking? What are you doing? Take a break. Ning Bing'er was in a good mood and spoke in a witty tone.

"Report sir, you can really take a break, right?" Ning Xiangtian grabbed his hair with his five fingers, the collapsed hairstyle came to life again, and his whole face looked sunny and handsome, revealing the vitality of youthful sunshine.

Holding his hands, holding his cheeks, his index finger and thumb constantly rubbing his pointed chin, looking at Ning Xiangtian with a gloomy face, he was stunned, with a tall and handsome nose, three-dimensional and handsome facial features, fair and delicate skin, thick and dark eyebrows, and those eyes with a little melancholy, his appearance is indeed not bad, but he always feels that Kang Yi is a big difference.

Is this the prejudice against other members of the opposite sex that arises from love?

No matter how handsome and excellent a man stood in front of Ning Bing'er's eyes, she would instinctively block it, unwilling to deal with it, and even look at him more.

However, since she found out that Ning Xiangtian was the man who warmed herself, Ning Bing'er stared at the man in front of her carefully for the first time.

Yes, Ning Xiangtian is not bad!

In addition to the ability to be almost good, this little white face is very handsome, and as a boyfriend, it can still be used.

Ning Xiangtian, who was being carefully scrutinized, blushed inexplicably, lowered his head, and wondered what was going on with Ning Bing'er, who was strange tonight?

"Bing'er, did you think of something?" Ning Xiangtian finally felt embarrassed, first broke the embarrassment, and asked softly.

"You say, why is Uncle Chen so valued by his father? Does he have great ability, or is he capable of covering the sky?" Ning Bing'er asked thoughtfully.

Hearing this question, Ning Xiangtian was stunned for half a second again, thought about it, paused, organized a few minutes of vocabulary, and said slowly: "Uncle Chen is realistic, sincere, scheming, far-sighted, and responsible. ”

Hearing Ning Xiangtian objectively express the thoughts in his heart, although it was just his guess or assumption, saying such a thing showed that he didn't have any brains.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him, let's talk about these contracts, right?" Ning Bing'er immediately turned around and sat back on the stool with a cold and serious attitude, casually flipping through the documents and contracts on the table.

"Which one?" Ning Xiangtian leaned over with compliments and cooperation, looking at which one Tian'er was holding in his hand.

"The purchase and sale contract of Chinese medicinal materials?" Ning Xiangtian repeated the name of the contract, and quickly thought about how to answer his mistake in a daze.

Thinking of the signing of this contract, it seems that the third uncle is fueling the flames in the middle, so it won't be another conspiracy, right?

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