Ning Guowei wanted to say something, but his slightly open lips closed weakly again, and his eyes were full of helplessness and heartache.

Ning Bing'er put her slender index finger to her mouth.

"Shhhh

If this stubborn old man hadn't been sick for this illness, he wouldn't have had a chance to get along with Bing'er up close!

Time passed minute by minute, reborn to the present, Ning Bing'er didn't dare to waste every minute and every second, she felt that this was God's sympathy for her tragic fate in her previous life.

There is a little joy in her regretful life, and she doesn't know when God will take away her luck, so she cherishes every minute and every second of this life.

A pair of old eyes with guilt and remorse, a pair of clear eyes full of aura, four eyes facing each other, black pupils illuminating each other's faces, clear and blurry, firm and helpless.

Ning Bing'er still couldn't hold back, a stream of warm liquid slowly flowed down from her eyes, and her eyes turned red.

Ning Guowei raised his hand vigorously to help her wipe it, but unfortunately he couldn't do anything but accompany her to shed tears, this stubborn old man, arrogant all his life, shed tears of apology for the first time.

This is another time for him to examine whether the effort he has made in the first half of his life is worth it.

Ning Bing'er looked up and saw the old tearful face, her heart twitched in pain, stretched out her hand, helped him wipe it clean, and said coquettishly: "Such a big person, still crying!"

After speaking, the father and daughter, who were like enemies, looked at each other and smiled, laughing at enmity and hatred, and laughing at vanity.

Chen Hongquan came in early, and Wang's mother had already started a day of life as a nurse.

Ning Bing'er didn't want to stay for a long time, afraid of meeting the unconscious mother and son, so she rubbed her eyebrows irritably, bowed helplessly to her father, and walked out of the ward without attachment.

"Uncle Chen, my dad needs to be quiet!" Ning Bing'er explained simply, glanced at the monitoring equipment on the bedside table, glanced coldly at the ward, and said discussively when she saw those bouquets: "In the future, try not to bring these into the room, it will not be good for the patient's recovery." ”

Ning Bing'er raised her eyes and bumped into Chen Hongquan's eyes that were shining brightly, and those eyes with the high view of the city government met her eyes that contained hundreds of rivers, and instantly dimmed and no longer disguised, showing more loyalty and simplicity.

Ning Bing'er was very satisfied with Chen Hongquan's sophistication, put on her bag, and disappeared into the corridor with a firm step.

Chen Hongquan appreciated Ning Bing'er's insight into things and his demeanor at a young age, and he always felt that this child had suddenly grown up and matured overnight.

It has become less obedient than before, or no longer like Xue Baochai's attitude of not caring about his own business and hanging high.

The eye is not only the window of the soul, but also the first door to insight into all things in the world.

Chen Hongquan looked at Ning Bing'er's disappearing back and remembered some unbearable past.

He remembered that many years ago, every time he walked into the clean and tidy mansion, there was always a cold cold light in the corner of the living room, and that beam of light came from a young child.

At that time, Bing'er liked to sit alone in the corner, obediently and quietly playing with her stuffed animals, looking up at herself from time to time, and the hostility in her eyes was as bitter as a child from a poor family who hated the landlord's food.

At that time, Chen Hongquan thought that this child was born with a murderous aura, and at a critical moment, he would unexpectedly kill a group of prey that seemed to be like wolves and tigers.

Her keen insight and ruthlessness in her eyes are the limits and difficulties that ordinary people cannot surpass.

He never dared to approach and talk to this child, who was so cold that he could ignore anything beside him.

She pretends to be casual on the surface, and everything is at her mercy, but she always makes you gasp with an inadvertent action.

Fighting back again and again, fighting for his life again and again, he saw it!

A small pet suddenly turned into a Tibetan mastiff and gave the opponent a fatal blow, which caught the opponent off guard, and fell to the ground and begged before he had time to react.

Although the ending was unexpected, she finally had some initiative.

It was still that night, the night Bing'er fought back.

As he watched Bing'er being carried into the cellar, he knew that the two beasts wanted to cut her down.

He wanted to choose to stand by and watch, but he really couldn't bear it, such a fresh and tender flower, folded on a strange man, always felt unwilling.

Chen Hongquan exerted the last bit of human nature, he adjusted the cold air to the minimum, and the cold wind blew Ning Bing'er hard, he stood at the door of the wine cellar, his palms were sweating all the time, and he was always worried about this poor child.

In the end, a miracle happened, Bing'er completely counter-killed, and they were caught off guard.

Chen Hongquan's heart finally let go, but Bing'er seemed to be a different person, the cold light in her eyes always had the ability to expose the old bottom, and she would always break out in a cold sweat when she glanced at it inadvertently.

The hatred in her heart, as well as the viciousness of looking at people, always makes people's scalp tingle.

He doesn't know if it's good or bad?!

Originally, he didn't care about the company, but now he quietly pays attention to the company's trends, he can smell a smell of gunsmoke, this kind of war can meet the future battle before it starts, Chen Hongquan feels very boring.

On the one hand, it is a shrewd and capable ruthless method, and on the other hand, it is a rookie-level mess.

This kind of battle, where the winner and the loser have long been distinguished, is really boring.

Chen Hongquan just wanted to see how this kid stabilized the company, which was what he was most curious about.

He didn't want to interfere in Ning Bing'er's decision-making too early, and even wanted to stand by and watch.

Be a good person when you fight fiercely.

Or take advantage of it when you lose both.

Or maybe say a word at the right time and get a piece of the pie at the end.

The insidiousness in Chen Hong's heart is always covered by his loyalty, or he is too good at disguise, and everyone only sees his truth and ability.

Chen Hongquan, a man with a servile face, was thinking about Ning Bing'er, a stinky child.

Suddenly there was a shudder, and a cold air came out of his body, and he had to take the time to think about this child.

"Chen Hongquan, not a simple man!" Ning Bing'er walked out of the hospital and stood at the door, the cold morning breeze shivered a little, she wrapped her coat tightly, rushed into the flow of people, and went straight to the next station.

In her life after being reborn, everything is slowly developing according to her normal track, and she will never be soft when she should clean up, and she will never owe anything to repay her kindness.

This is her consistent principle!

Raise your hand, stop a taxi, get into it, and slowly say the name of a place.

The master skillfully shifted gears, turned around, and moved forward steadily, occasionally looking at this innocent cold beauty from the rearview mirror, there was always a layer of haze on her delicate and beautiful face, and she put one hand against her chin coldly and proudly, and looked out of the window with a pensive face.