"You want to drive me away so soon, we are also brother and sister, and you treat me like this brother?" Ning Xiangtian didn't want to leave at all, and sat down on the sofa again, brushing his hair casually, and maintaining the integrity of his hairstyle at all times.

"Brother, you deserve it too!" Ning Bing'er stretched out her slender index finger and pointed to the door and shouted, trembling with excitement.

The whole little face was red, the lips were chapped and white, and the dark eyes were full of cold hatred, and the whole body trembled.

"I haven't said anything yet, are you in such a hurry to drive me away?" Ning Xiangtian sat with a grim face, just unwilling to raise his feet and leave.

"There's nothing to say between us, get out of here!" Ning Bing'er angrily went directly to pull the man, and the slender and white little hands became red and eye-catching due to excessive force.

Ning Xiangtian saw that the woman hated herself so much, and there was no turnaround, he stood up with a cold heart, looked at it coldly, pursed his lips, glanced at it gently, and immediately turned to hatred and said: "Ning Bing'er, don't be too happy!"

"Get out!" Ning Bing'er raised her voice and shouted, stimulating all the energy in her body, just to lose and not lose.

Standing tall in front of him, like a great wall, very depressed, Ning Xiangtian stood up and walked out of the room silently, his face was full of helplessness and pain, he didn't know when the brother-sister relationship was so stiff.

Since he was a child, as long as Ning Bing'er had something in his hand, he had to grab it, he just wanted to get the attention of this girl.

This woman of the same age was too withdrawn and cold, no matter how much he bullied her, he just coldly avoided it, or returned a vicious look, and had no intention of fighting back.

Later, he grew up, sober and refined, elegant and indifferent, and looked down and generous, becoming more and more charming, but the tear mole between the eyebrows and eyes was too eye-catching, which always made people feel that it was a thin life.

Every time he saw her stubborn eyes glaring at him, he bullied her even harder, and even bullied her with his mother.

He thought to himself, if the girl is bullied and wronged, crying and being coquettish, he may be soft-hearted.

But Ning Bing'er was not a woman at all, her hateful gaze poisoned their mother and son, and she looked at their mother and son with a cold face all day long.

He's more annoyed, he's even more angry!

Won't she cry?

Isn't the meaning of a tear mole a lot of tears?

He bullied her even harder, whether at home or at school, wherever he could see her, he tried every way to make her angry.

It's a pity that she is always as strong as a cockroach, she can't step on it, she is not afraid of fighting, and the more she hits, the more ruthless her eyes become.

Every time he beat Ning Bing'er, he always rushed in front of his mother to educate, just wanted to raise his hand high, put it down lightly, and block his mother's arrogant and unreasonable punches.

And this woman never seemed to have discovered his good intentions, and she had no sense of gratitude, and she was always-for-tat and sharp.

Ning Xiangtian sighed helplessly and went downstairs to leave.

The word "long-term love" has become Ning Xiangtian's emotional description of Ning Bing'er.

The door was slammed shut by Ning Bing'er, she looked around the room angrily, took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and immediately cleaned up the room.

She is so heartless, and the past survives like smoke by the side of this shameful mother and son.

In her last life, she was a well-known gold medal organizer in the country, cleaning up her big apartment, and getting it done in minutes.

The black leather band quickly tied up his hair, and the high ponytail looked like a child, put on gloves, and began to clean up.

Faced with a house full of broken things, she found a storage box, put it all away and threw it downstairs, and the whole room immediately became empty, except for the sofa, wardrobe, and bed, there was no extra furniture.

After more than half an hour, the room became clean and tidy, all the objects were classified and placed reasonably, and it looked very comfortable and comfortable.

Her hands are like a magician's magic wand, capable of turning decay into magic and creating a different world

She was so tired that she slumped on the couch and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he saw Yuan Xuefei's big red lips that never changed color and ate human blood, stretched out his hand with a hateful face, wanting to strangle himself, and muttered in his mouth: "Go die, go die, go die!"

The eyes were so big that they were about to fall out of their sockets, and they rushed towards him fiercely, while Ning Xiangtian on the side smiled sinisterly, looking at his mother bullying him proudly.

This mother and son are really a perfect match!

"Don't, don't!" Ning Bing'er shook her head vigorously in her sleep, and retreated frequently in fear.

Ning Xiangtian suddenly grabbed her hand and said coldly: "If you don't leave the Ning family, how can I enjoy the family property alone?"

Suddenly seeing Ning Xiangtian raise the kitchen knife and about to slash at herself, she shrank into a ball in fear, closed her eyes in fear, and waited for death to come.

"Ahh

It turned out to be a dream!

Scared the hell out of me!

Ning Bing'er straightened up, slowly came to her senses, and escaped from the panic just now.

Then he slowly got up, stood in front of the closet, looked at the black and white clothes, took out one at random, took a shower and changed clothes.

There are always only two colors in her closet, black and white.

Like her world, there is a clear distinction between black and white, good and evil.

When she took off her clothes, she was covered in scars, and the warm water washed every inch of her skin, and the soreness, spicy pain, made her clench her teeth.

The three days of rebirth, every day was like a catastrophe, every day was extremely difficult, and she thought that the man would come out quickly to protect herself.

Those new injuries and old scars on the back carry more than ten years of humiliation and grievances.

She quickly took a shower, changed her clothes, and restlessly wanted to see Kang Yi.

Perhaps Ning Xiangtian's intimidation made her feel aggrieved.

Or maybe the lover is by his side, always wanting to stay together, and he doesn't want to be separated.

Or maybe she wants to have this man as soon as possible and really protect him.

A black sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants, simply dressed, rushed out of the apartment like a student.

She stood downstairs at his house, looking up at the community shrouded in darkness, dotted with stars in the haze, she mustered up her courage, and slowly went upstairs with trepidation, standing at the door, only to find that there was a seal.

Ning Bing'er sat on the stairs unusually disappointed, pestle her cheeks, and thought seriously.

Where will Kang Yi stay tonight?

Feng Jiena?

Is he in a better mood?

Has he been reprimanded by his superiors?

......

Ning Bing'er ran downstairs worriedly, and she inadvertently saw the familiar black Santana, and she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The car is there, the people must be there!

She walked over slowly, raised her hand to block the light, and opened her eyes to see if there was anyone in the car, those big cute eyes, blinking, watching carefully.

"Knock knock!"

Stretching out his slender little hand and gently tapping the window glass a few times, he looked at the man with a look of surprise and smirked sweetly.