"Knock knock, open the door for me!" Ning Xiang knocked on the door.

There is no response, this is a common thing, but Ning Xiangtian took over the company, and his self-esteem swelled a little, and he was willing to give up only if he got a response.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes.

The door still didn't open.

A flurry of footsteps wandered between the corridors, and soon the door next door opened, Ning Xiangtian took the key from his room and opened Bing'er's room by himself.

There was no one in the room, only the sound of water in the bathroom, and the hazy lines of the woman were hazy outlined on the vapor and misty glass, which was very charming and charming.

The man couldn't help but swallow, pretended to be calm and sat on the sofa, took out the lighter, and flexibly conjured up ways to distract himself, waiting for the woman.

Looking around the woman's room, the gray curtains blocked all the light from the outside world, as if her heart was forever locked, and no one could enter.

Behind the white desk is a bookshelf full of all kinds of books, a dazzling array of books in various fields such as medicine, management, and a brief history of various countries, which can't help but make men sigh and sigh to themselves.

A large bed, the color of all kinds of bedding is gray, and the pink girly complex has nothing to do with her in her teens.

Ning Xiangtian looked at the whole room carefully with emotion, he didn't bother to enter this dark room when he was a child, but he didn't want to, and then he didn't have a chance.

In order to get to know the woman better, he deliberately asked Wu's mother to give him a key to the woman's room, so that he could quietly come in and sit when he wanted her.

There was a photo frame on the desk, Ning Xiangtian walked over slowly curiously, picked it up gently, and held it in his hand to look at the characters on it.

This is a warm family photo, the father is holding Bing'er, the wife is gently holding the man's arm, and everyone has a happy smile on their faces.

In the photo, Bing'er has a bright smile, like a sweet lilac flower, pure and innocent, and her big eyes seem to have the satisfaction of the whole world, but the tears and moles at the eyebrows and eyes always give people a dull feeling.

The capable and shrewd father has a gentle face, and his loving eyes are full of Bing'er's cute appearance.

Bing'er's mother, indeed a rare beauty face, a pair of peach blossom eyes squinted slightly to feel the current of love, the high bridge of the nose with an exotic charm, the thin lips like paper, gently exposed a section of the tooth, extremely sexy.

It's a pity, it's a shame!

Auntie, you died early, and Bing'er seems to have closed herself off with you.

Ning Xiangtian pinched the photo tightly, and he didn't hear the bathroom door open.

"Why are you in my room?" Ning Bing'er wiped her hair as she stared at the perverted man in front of her with wide eyes in horror standing in front of the desk.

A fluffy and fluffy bathrobe simply wraps the woman's delicate and clear body, looming with the man's obsessive eyes.

The body that had just showered was full of the smell of essence, but those eyes were still so cold that they erased all warmth.

Ning Bing'er's first impression is that in addition to being cold, it is still cold, just like a child born of thousands of years of cold ice, and her heart is cold.

That's because they don't understand her!

Bing'er was lively and cute when she was a child, with a sweet smile.

In the last life, she was pampered by Kang Yi in the name of Lin Yiyi, and she was shy and charming, tender and warm Kang Yi.

Charming, charming, and affectionate words, no one would have thought that it was done by a cold Bing'er.

Seeing the man appear in the room, Ning Bing'er vigilantly tightened her clothes and wrapped herself.

"This is my house, I can go wherever I want, you can take care of it?" Ning Xiangtian said disapprovingly.

Not a single sad word has pierced a woman's heart, but has made herself more and more frustrated and uncomfortable.

"Your house, Ning Xiangtian, you are really shameless. Ning Bing'er snorted coldly, the corners of her mouth were tilted upward, her slightly narrowed eyes were full of sarcasm and ridicule, and her whole face was clearly telling the man that you are shameless.

"Isn't it? You dare to say it's not?" Ning Xiangtian raised his voice, slowly approached the woman, smelled the delicate and elegant smell on the woman's body, and took a deep breath in intoxication.

"Hooligans. Ning Bing'er didn't bother to take care of this boring behavior, strode to the door, opened the door vigorously, and said loudly: "Get out!"

"What's the hurry? The brother and sister haven't chatted yet, so come and sit down. Ning Xiangtian's cocked feet swayed, and he looked like a little rascal.

Blurred, flickering eyes, like a smile but not a smile of evil smile, the whole face looks like a fox, and the pair of white and slender hands like playing the piano, playing flexibly, maybe such a good skin, go out to sell, you must be able to earn a million a month.

"Shameless, get out of my room. Ning Bing'er yelled irritably.

Yuan Xuefei, who had just come home downstairs, humming a little song and happily changing her shoes, was startled, and bent over in disbelief to see what was going on.

"If you are so fierce, how will you marry someone in the future? The Ning family will not do this kind of loss-making business, and will raise a money-losing goods for the rest of their lives. Ning Xiangtian sat down with a dead face, teasing the angry lioness.

Glancing at the man fiercely, the quiet woman was surrounded by an aggressive cold, looking at the man coldly, without saying a word, like a surgeon's scalpel slowly pulling at the man's flesh.

"It's useless to stare at me, Dad is sick now, and now I have the final say in the entire Ning family, be polite to me. Ning Xiangtian looked at his lighter playfully, flipping left and right and playing.

"What a shame. Ning Bing'er scolded coldly.

Yuan Xuefei tiptoed upstairs, saw the sneers of these two people, grabbed the woman's long hair with both hands, and scolded fiercely: "Little slut, dare to come back?"

A sudden catastrophe befell him, and he was so sudden that he didn't know what to do.

Bing'er reacted quickly, approached the woman, reduced the pain of her scalp being torn, bent over, hit the woman's lower belly with one elbow, and stepped on the woman's toe with a hard foot.

"Ahh

There was a figure moving quickly in the room, Ning Xiangtian hurriedly ran over, pushed Ning Bing'er away with one palm, and asked worriedly, "Mom, are you okay?"

Seeing the black hair in his mother's hand, he gasped in distress, and quietly squinted at the woman who had lost her hair, or the iceberg face, looking at their mother and son indifferently.

"Ning Bing'er, how can you treat the elders like this?" Ning Xiangtian stood up justifiably and scolded angrily.

The heart is inexplicably painful, the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, one is a mother, the other is a woman he loves, what do you want him to do?