Silence returned to the courtyard once more, and the faint sound of shredded conversation in the kitchen could be heard.

The hand dragging her cheeks was a little sore, and Ning Bing'er realized that this nymphomaniac's posture had been maintained for a long time, and Kang Yi seemed to be in deep thought again.

Did something happen last night?

What was Kang Yi thinking?

Turning around, he saw the contemplative child on the bed, staring at himself with an obsessive face, and those big eyes were as smart as bright pearls, unusually shining and dazzling.

"Lin Yiyi, are you hungry?" Kang Yi said softly as he walked over, his face calm, ignoring the woman's gaze.

Lin Yiyi, who came over in a panic, had a crimson face, naturally touched her stomach, and looked at the man with an aggrieved face, she hadn't eaten all night, and she was indeed a little hungry.

looked at Bing'er and nodded, looking like a budding rose, delicate and charming.

"Then get up quickly, and after we finish eating, we will go out for a walk. Kang Yi stood next to Bing'er and looked at her with a satisfied expression.

The woman on the bed seemed to think of the purpose of coming here, and quickly got up, and glanced at the bed with disdain: a sheet with a big red peony flower had turned yellow, and all kinds of water stains or mimeographs had been applied to it, and the spots looked disgusting, and the burlap and floral sheets against the wall had been washed and white, never folded, and the folds were very miscellaneous and messy.

The yellowed thick cotton mosquito net on the top of the head, the remains of the mosquitoes still stubbornly stuck to it, and the blood stains left by the tragic death had already turned dark red, just like the freckles on Dong Shi's face, which was even more cheap.

Turning his head to see the wooden cabinet whose paint was peeling off to reveal its true color, every detail showed the embarrassment and misery of this room.

Looking at all this in front of her, Ning Bing'er couldn't help jumping out of bed, moving quickly and quickly, without the slightest hesitation and dragging.

Glancing around a little dimly, the ten centimeters of the wall had turned yellow, as if it had been soaked in water, and it had never been noticed or rectified.

The room had a faint musty smell, so bad that it reminded people of the environment in which they had been imprisoned in their previous life, and it was disgustingly damp.

Jumping out of bed, before he could put on his shoes, he was uncomfortable by the unknown black bumps on the concrete floor, and the soles of his feet were uncomfortable.

Inexplicably a burst of nausea, a burst of discomfort, a burst of rejection.

I slept in a room like this last night?

It took so long to find out the true appearance of this room, and I was really unconscious by the handsome guy, and I didn't even mind the basic hygiene knowledge.

The pair of white and smooth little feet kept rubbing each other from side to side, and their bodies swayed like a cute tumbler.

Compared with the miserable experience in the previous life, what is this?

Before Ning Bing'er could adjust her mentality, she was picked up by Kang Yi and gently placed on the bed, with a hint of sadness in her deep eyes, she bent down and helped her take her shoes, wanting to help her put on her shoes.

"Don't!" Ning Bing'er quickly lifted her feet to the bed, and looked at Kang Yi innocently with a blushing little face.

Did he do anything to me last night?

Why do you want to help me put on my shoes?

Did he hug me?

Did he hug me again?

Ning Bing'er was crazy in her heart, but her face showed shyness flatly.

The hand holding the shoe paused, raised his head, and looked at the panicked Bing'er with deep eyes full of love.

Ning Bing'er looked at him with a frightened face like a frightened deer.

Kang Yi felt that since he slept last night, he had to be responsible for her, although there was no substantive behavior, but it had constituted a crime ideologically.

Responsibility is a man's trait, just as metal is an essential element that distinguishes it from plastic and wood.

Kang Yi is so neurotic, and the word responsibility is deeply imprinted in his heart.

Even if the pain of the last time has not been buried and cremated, this time there is still no hesitation to take action.

"Don't want my help, then get down and put on your shoes yourself. Kang Yi handed the shoes to Bing'er, with a gentle face, not seeing anything wrong, and raised his hand to touch her hair by the way.

Touching the head to kill?

Kang Yi in the previous life also treated himself as gently as he did today, his eyes full of love and did not hide it, and he showed it all.

Could it be that Kang Yi is in love with himself?

How can it be?

How could Kang Yi fall in love with someone so casually?

What's more, he surrendered before I even launched a general attack?

Bing'er put on her shoes in a panic and stood beside Kang Yi with a shy face, the little bird was as shy and cute as a human.

"Let's go, let's eat. Kang Yi naturally took the woman's hand, looking like he took it for granted, without any sense of disobedience or pretentiousness.

Ten fingers interlocked, just hold your hand like this, together to eternity.

Life and death are broad, and the son is a book

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Following behind Kang Yi obediently, Ning Bing'er was like a docile little sheep, obediently led forward by Kang Yi.

Since Ning Bing'er was reborn to the present, she has been longing for such a scene all the time, wanting to have Kang Yi again, and even trying her best to get close to Kang Yi in her dreams.

She is too humble, too small, too insecure, always feels worthless, full of sin and is not worthy of Kang Yi at all, and has never boldly said a sincere word.

"Uncle Wang, Auntie, good morning!" Kang Yike greeted gently, and the faint smile on his face was still just right.

Wang Ming and his wife lowered their heads and drank white rice porridge, heard a magnetic voice, suddenly looked back, and saw Kang Yi standing in front of them, with a handsome and handsome face, a tall and straight figure, and turned their heads to see a child behind him.

Clever and cute little appearance, a pair of bright big eyes, smart like a night pearl shining, fair and red skin, tender and smooth like a boiled egg white, high tied up ponytail, cute and cute like a child.

Anyone who sees Ning Bing'er will have the first impression of a child, a budding child, but a slim child.

So smart, so delicate, so cute!

If it weren't for Kang Yi's young, handsome, charming, and a few years older than now, those who don't know would definitely think that the father was taking his daughter out to play.

Ning Bing'er was wearing a black sweatshirt and a pair of loose trousers, very elegant, very light, although she was dressed in black, she exuded a youthful atmosphere without feeling a trace of depression, and even felt that this child was simple and generous, very pure.

"Did you sleep well?" Wang Ming looked at them honestly and smiled, with an honest face wrapped in a simple and rustic atmosphere.

"Thank you Uncle Wang for taking me in, you slept well. Kang Yi still smiled lightly, and said and clenched the wet little hand in his palm hard.

"That's good, sit down and have breakfast together. Wang Ming stood up and greeted.

"Wife, give them a bowl too. Wang Ming said briskly at his woman.

I saw Aunt Wang slowly get up, moving her body full of fat, and slowly went to the dilapidated cupboard to get the bowl, the sturdy back formed two sharp contrasts with Wang Mingxiaosuo's thin figure.

If you want to be rich, you must take a fat daughter-in-law.

These rumors in the countryside are really not credible, how can Wang Ming's wife be raised with such a fat and shabby home?

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