The person who can make a voice is Ning Xiangtian, this man who is extremely hateful and hates him in his heart, no matter how good it sounds, she is unwilling to deal with it.

The crisp sound of marble and wooden slippers quickly disappeared into the hallway, and the mother and son responded only with a muffled sound of the door closing.

The moment the door was closed, Bing'er's heart was also isolated from this home.

She was still lonely, still pitiful and just a person, and all the pain and scars needed to be licked off by herself.

Dropping the bag, he sat alone on the cold ground, holding his knees with his hands, burying his head in it, but his heart was surprisingly quiet.

The room was pitch black, as if darkness was the dominant color in his world.

There are four tastes of life, sweet and sour, she has only tried sweetness for a short time, but she has been soaked in the bitter pond since she was a child, and when she wants to get up, she is already full of suffering.

The sound of her heart pounding slowly became long and beautiful in the silent room, and the suppressed pain in her heart made her unable to extricate herself.

From entering the house to meditating, for more than half an hour, Bing'er didn't want to turn on the light, just shrunk her head like an ostrich, slowly thinking about life and thinking about the next road to take.

The mother and son in the living room stared at each other dryly, Yuan Xuefei's fiery red lips were still breathing openly, and the color of her lipstick was always bewitching and bloody.

"What do you think? Don't think about those useless things every day, if you have this leisure, you will care more about the company. Yuan Xuefei grinded her nails while slowly talking about the dissatisfaction in her heart.

From the time the door rang to the time the door closed, Ning Xiangtian's hand holding the newspaper kept in that posture, and even the longing in his eyes was undisguised.

Mother and son are connected, although Yuan Xuefei is grinding her nails while watching TV, there is always a lingering glance in those narrow Danfeng eyes towards her son.

Zhi'er Mo Ruoniang, that's what she said.

Since the showdown with her son that night, Yuan Xuefei has started a new round of planning, always wanting to get rid of this obscure woman.

"What do you say?" Ning Xiangtian put down the newspaper in annoyance and walked upstairs alone.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, I can't agree, are you messing ......?" Yuan Xuefei glanced at Wu's mother who was cooking supper in the kitchen, and swallowed the word "Lun" stiffly.

This word carries too much weight, and when the facts are unclear and unclear, she can only warn her son in a grand manner.

There was another crisp sound of marble and slippers in response to this unreasonable woman, and Ning Xiangtian didn't want to deal with this woman at all.

Although this is his mother, he has grown up and is an independent individual, who can distinguish who is right from wrong, and the trick of vexatious trouble has passed.

When he was a child, he was instigated by her to bully Bing'er, he had no choice, and the important thing was ignorance.

Growing up slowly and becoming sensible, Tian'er's various practices towards Bing'er are just to get her attention and want her not to lock herself up so tightly.

Proper relaxation and socialization can make the mind a little lighter.

Now that the Ning family is in his hands, he wants to completely conquer this woman, and even regardless of external public opinion, he has an urge to marry her.

Only by taking advantage of his own position, having all the initiative, fighting quickly, solving Bing'er, and then slowly conquering her.

Ning Xiangtian stood at the door of Bing'er's room, hesitating, and his raised hand was reluctant to knock on this door that cut off everything.

"Tian'er, what are you standing there for?" Yuan Xuefei opened her big red lips and shouted coldly.

A woman's sharp intuition can always easily capture her son's whereabouts, guess her son's thoughts, and watch her son walk upstairs uneasily, knowing what he wants to do without guessing.

Ning Xiangtian finally walked back to the room and slammed the door shut.

The crystal chandelier in the room was dazzling, and when it was opened, it was as bright as day, inversely proportional to the black rumbling room of Bing'er.

People who always stand in the sun don't know the loneliness of the night, let alone the dazzling of the day.

Models made of various Lego bricks, and close-up posters of the star's flamboyant movements are pasted on the walls.

NBA stars have all kinds of cool competitions, handsome shooting, dunking postures, every difficult posture, and use their giant-like postures to try out wonderful and difficult moves.

These are limited edition posters, signed by the celebrities, and left fragrant kisses.

It was a masculine room, and every item in it had a cynical connotation, with the smell of drunkenness, and there seemed to be a hint of immature childlike innocence in it.

All kinds of puzzles, CDs, ornaments, and any corner of the furnishings can not feel the culture and connotation.

Ning Xiangtian stood next to the computer and took out a book from the pile of books in the corner.

Les Misérables!

The book had been flipped through a little yellowed, and only he knew whether the contents were truly familiar.

Taking out a photo from the book, I can only see a girl on her side, with long hair fluttering, sitting quietly by the stream, holding a book in her hand, wearing a white gauze skirt, looking at the book seriously.

The blue sky was full of white clouds, and the evergreen on the boulevard beside her stood tall and tall, and the stream was gurgling, while the girl was still quietly slowly flipping through the books.

The photo was taken secretly by Ning Xiangtian unintentionally, and the girl in it was Bing'er, and the book in Bing'er's hand was this one.

Les Misérables!

Ning Xiangtian carefully rubbed the woman in the photo, every inch of her skin wanted to be touched and cherished with her own hands, and this strong desire had been suppressed for many years.

I used to think that they were brother and sister, and it was impossible.

When I grew up, after knowing some of my mother's dirty practices and behaviors, I doubted my background even more.

The most snickering thing was that Bing'er's determined eyes told him that he was not the Ning family's species.

This great good news, like a thunderclap, shocked him and awakened the longing in his slumber.

"Knock knock!" A quick knock on the door broke Ning Xiangtian's contemplation, he hurriedly hid the photo, put the book away, and went to open the door with a toy model in his hand.

Disguise is the best way for him to hide his heart.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Ning Xiangtian asked calmly.

Yuan Xuefei gently pushed away her son who was standing at the door and walked into this familiar room, where every object and every toy was bought for him.

She spoiled him, she really loved him, wanted to be good for him, wanted to leave him a little more.

She is afraid of losing all this, afraid that her son, like herself, has an unbearable past and has too many stains on his body.

"Tian'er, what are you doing?" Yuan Xuefei walked to the sofa and touched the sofa casually, this unintentional approach seemed random, completely investigating where her son had sat and what he was doing there?

The slender white little hands touched the sofa and stroked the side of the bed again, where there is warmth is too easy for delicate women to feel.