When the name Kang Yi was mentioned again, Ning Xiangtian glanced at Ning Bing'er with a displeased face, he didn't know what Bing'er's intentions were?

But this feeling of being bullied is really uncomfortable, no matter how good you do, you are just a shadow of others.

Seeing the obvious displeasure on Ning Xiangtian's face, Ning Bing'er was at a loss, her heart seemed to be evacuated, and she kicked him again in a depressed and uncomfortable manner, but this time she stepped down, Ning Xiangtian didn't look at him, just lowered his head coldly, and his whole face was full of bitterness and sorrow.

Ning Xiangtian is an honest and lightly childish big boy, he doesn't know how to control emotions, and he can't see through the development of the situation, his heart is the willfulness and nonsense of a rich boy, he doesn't know what kind of crisis is hidden in this, and he doesn't care about other people's feelings, except for the people he cares about, he doesn't care about anyone.

But Kang Yi is different, there is no smile, every sentence is just right, there is no perfunctory, and there is no sense of force, and every point shown is just right.

His simple and pure smile is too much of a smile, and a little less is too fake, always just right, making people comfortable and trusting.

But Kang Yi's sense of distance and gap will not make people feel untouchable, nor will they be afraid of annoying him, but Ning Xiangtian is different, the child's heart is changeable Just now Wang Ming's words, he is already a little uncomfortable and jealous, that handsome face is pulled, and the original stingy smile is also put away by him, unwilling to bloom again.

"Old woman, find out for me what kind of cigarette you brought last time?" Wang Ming ordered loudly, he had already seen Ning Xiangtian's displeasure, but he still stubbornly wanted to figure out the routines of these rich people.

The cigarette in his hand is too familiar, I don't know if it's because I smoked it last time, or if I saw the same kind of cigarette in them, Wang Ming must confirm it.

"Smoke and smoke, so many things!" Wang Ming's daughter-in-law got up with an unhappy face and slowly shook her body and went out

"Uncle Wang, what's wrong with this cigarette?" Ning Bing'er read some subtle emotional changes from Wang Ming's puzzled eyes.

Pondering, imagining, and suspicious, there was always a reason between his eyebrows that made people want to interpret clearly, and his expression was full of such deep meaning and curiosity.

"Wait a minute. Wang Ming raised his hand, thinking about the question in his heart, and said coldly with a posture of not wanting to be disturbed.

Ning Xiangtian, who was still in power, also noticed the man's mysterious actions and waited curiously for what would happen next.

"Is this it?" Wang Ming's daughter-in-law impatiently handed over a golden box, the appearance of the packaging is very delicate and beautiful, atmospheric, and high-grade.

"Yellow Crane Tower 1916, that's right. Wang Ming flipped the cigarette case, and the hands that were as rough as old bark kept turning the pack of cigarettes, and then compared them with the cigarette box that Ning Xiangtian had just handed over.

"A thousand cups of grace, ten years of dance, this is going to travel all over the world. It's not this, it's this. Wang Ming picked up two packs of cigarettes and said words that only he could hear.

"What is this and not that, what kind of it is?" Ning Bing'er immediately asked curiously.

From his glowing eyes, Ning Bing'er guessed that this man must know something, and they were in the right direction.

Men love cigarettes, women, and wine, these indisputable facts, they always don't have to deliberately remember, they can remember.

"I've seen this kind of smoke. After pondering for a few seconds, Wang Ming raised his head, looked at Bing'er's charming and resolute eyes, and said calmly.

"Where?" Ning Bing'er knew the meaning of what he said, and asked directly without covering.

"China!" Wang Ming said affirmatively.

"How many people?" Ning Bing'er said coldly, no longer trying the ignorance and ignorance of the little girl in her eyes, but more about the determination and calmness of a mature woman.

"Who are you, what the hell are you doing?" asked Wang Ming cautiously, his cloudy old eyes instantly lit up, and his expression was slightly excited and panicked.

"Someone who can help you. Ning Bing'er said more confidently.

"Why do you want to help me?" said Wang Ming, who had been staring at Ning Bing'er's beautiful big eyes.

He wanted to read the long-lost hope in her eyes, or the dawn of the future, and it just so happened that Ning Bing'er's affirmative eyes were full of hatred for these ugly forces, as well as sharp counterattacks under tenacity.

"It's worth it!"

Hearing Ning Bing'er's such an atmospheric and calm answer, Wang Ming'er finally landed on the ground, gave Ning Bing'er a relieved smile, nodded affirmatively, and smiled at the fat daughter-in-law with relief.

It's just that Wang Ming's daughter-in-law and Ning Xiangtian looked at the two of them playing dumb riddles inexplicably, and looked at each other at a loss, but they still didn't understand what the two were talking about.

"A thousand cups of grace, ten years of dance, this is going to travel all over the world. Wang Ming read this sentence out loud again, only this time his eyes were full of light and more hopeful.

"Does Uncle Wang like this? or do you like this kind of smoke?" Ning Bing'er smiled lightly, this time the smile was just right, so that people couldn't feel her politeness and perfunctory.

The two people, who were still playing dumb riddles just now, instantly changed a mode of communication, more relaxed and harmonious, as if the better, knowing each other's thoughts and understanding each other's thoughts.

Asking questions lightly, just the right emotional expression, I don't feel any false clichés, but I show each other's ease very really.

"Kang Yi once asked me the same question, I was saying that these businessmen will cheat, smoke and smoke, and also write poems and songs, and write crepe, strange and high-minded. Wang Ming's smile was even more moving this time, his face full of wrinkles was all wrinkled and squeezed together at once, showing them a simple and honest peasant in the countryside.

Hearing her sentence "worth it", Wang Ming seemed to have a direction for life struggle, picked up the bowl, and said to everyone: "Let's eat, only after eating can we have the strength to work." ”

"Okay, listen to you, come to Ning Xiangtian to eat more. Ning Bing'er happily picked up a piece of egg and put it in his bowl

Ning Xiangtian, who was confused, was still very happy, this was the first time Bing'er had served him vegetables, and he was willing, and he smiled and gave himself a smile.

At this time, if the dish that Ning Bing'er gave him was poisonous, Ning Xiangtian would definitely swallow it in one gulp, and it would be worth dying.

Lying on his stomach for two bites, his mouth was stuffed with white rice, and he squinted happily at Ning Bing'er and smiled, and Bing'er also smiled at Ning Xiangtian shallowly and heartily.

With this smile, Ning Xiangtian seemed to have his soul taken away, and he was fascinated and obsessively smirked at Ning Bing'er and pulled the rice.

Looking at Ning Xiangtian's cute little appearance, Ning Bing'er felt sad in her heart, how much love can she be so humble and begging?