To be honest, Wang Ning has no status at home, Mu Rong is always like a nagging elder, always breaking thoughts in front of him, and in other people's homes, he is basically beaten out by the master's family as an evil servant, of course, Wang Ning's excessive spoiling is also the root cause of Mu Rong's "no big or small".

As for Mao Yongqing, this guy who doesn't know whether he is really stupid or stupid, naturally he doesn't see Wang Ning in his "eyes", and Wang Ning is not even as good as the seven-year-old child who eats candy with him.

At present, there are two more people in the family, maybe out of gratitude, but also more respect for him, the main family, especially the woman named Die'er, who walked around when she saw him, but fortunately, because of Mu Rong's reminder, it is now a little different.

In the end, it's a happy family.

Wang Ning is still very satisfied with this, but he is still faintly worried, he has always been afraid of getting involved with more people, now he has this kind of life is not easy to come by, if his identity is known, it will inevitably invite disaster, at that time, he may not be able to take care of the people in this family.

So every time he listened to the voices coming from outside, he was a little sad, and then his mood gradually changed.

At least not anymore! He always thought that he had to have the ability to hold on to the things in front of him.

This mentality has changed almost in a situation that he has not been able to understand, and I wonder if he will regret this "subtle" change today when he discovers it in the future!

But that's another story.

Wang Ning got up from the bed again, with a loveless face, sat at the door with a long gown, his head resting on the door frame, and yawning one after another with his mouth open.

Mu Rong stood in the distance, noticing such a depressed young master, she breathed a long sigh of relief and was no longer willing to pay attention to it, she was used to it.

Wang Ning's residence is in the backyard, and Mu Rong will come over on weekdays, so no one will see it, in fact, even if he sees it, he probably won't have any extra thoughts.

The people who live in this house, although they all have a strong interest in Wang Ning's "background", no one is willing to mention it more!

Wang Ning was a little bored after all, and he began to feel that he should do something.

So he called Mu Rong over, and told Mu Rong to go to the noodle stall at the entrance of the alley to get him a bowl of noodles back, and he squatted at the door to drink it by himself.

Mu Rong reminded "use chopsticks", but Wang Ning didn't seem to take it to heart, and she stomped away again.

She is also used to Wang Ning's bad habit of eating noodles without chopsticks.

Unlike the tranquility revealed by the Wang family's small courtyard, Jiangning City has never been truly peaceful these days.

The ministers sent by the imperial court have begun to deal with the aftermath in the past few days, and large and small turmoil is quietly staged, which seems to indicate that a grander storm is about to break out in the near future.

The few people who are in the core of Jiangning's power are not having a good time these days, the chief official is dead, and those subordinate officials have no backbone for a while, even if the center of the court sends people down, but because of factional disputes, many things cannot be carried out well.

Even if he is a senior official, the officials who came over this time did not dare to really ignore the attitude of Jiang Ning's officials, because they were all running in these days, and once the big interests were agreed, Jiang Ning seemed to be another purge.

Walking on the street, it is obvious that there are many fewer people, the shops are closed, and there are only three or two still open, and it is deserted like a dead city.

After autumn, the sun is no longer hot, and the cold wind pours down at will, even if it shines on people, there is no longer a little feeling.

Fang Heng came down from the upper floor, turned around and raised his head to look at the Wangjiang Tower behind him, the corners of his lips hooked up a smile, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had laughed like this. So he turned around with a clean and chic movement, and his back seemed to have a little more vitality.

He seemed to be in a good mood. 16k Chinese

It's actually really good.

He walked down the long street alone, without his cronies, and stood down in front of a small stall, then turned his head and looked at the stall seriously.

The stall owner is an old man in shabby clothes, of course, although the clothes are shabby, but they are very dry, there is only such a small stall nearby, and in the current chaos, most of the people who come out to set up stalls are having a bad time.

"Official, do you want to buy one back?"

The shopkeeper noticed him and said.

He smiled and walked over, really bought one, and then turned around to leave, thought about it and stopped, and said gently: "The old man should go back quickly, I'm afraid it's going to rain this day!"

The old man looked up at the sky, and although he didn't agree with his statement, he still nodded, "Thank you for reminding the big official, the little old man will close the stall." ”

Fang Heng didn't say anything more when he saw that the old man was so perfunctory, shook the rattle in his hand, and went home.

As soon as he reached the door, he stopped again, and seemed to hear the laughter of the children in the room, and he smiled softly, and then smiled again, and returned to his usual coldness.

After doing all this, he seemed to notice something unusual, and he used to stand at the door, he was trying to put away the fierceness on his face, but now he wanted to put away his smile, which was also a little ironic.

Pushing the door in, the back of his wife in the yard came into view, it was a very beautiful woman, at least in his eyes, the most cherished person.

He looked at her, a little stunned, as if he felt like he was going to be unable to see her in the next second.

When his wife heard the voice, she looked back at him, smiled at him, and said gently: "Xianggong, you are back......" The woman herself should have planned to walk towards him, but the child playing in the distance ran over first, and called Daddy happily, so the woman fell on the child with more gentle eyes, and said worriedly: "You be careful, run slowly, don't fall!"

Fang Heng lifted the foot that had fallen outside the door in, put his hand behind his back, and pushed the door shut.

Everything in front of me is so ordinary, yet warm and real. There was a struggle in his eyes.

"Dad, aren't you happy?" The little one ran not far from him, his eyes shining with a particularly clean light.

His tense face softened, and he squatted down and picked up the child, and his wife had already walked over.

The husband and wife looked at each other, but they instantly avoided each other.

He took out the gift he had bought from the stall from his bosom, walked around his wife, and walked home with the child in his arms.

"Dad, you've got your beard stuck in me!"

The woman looked at that scene, and she didn't know if the wind was a little hurried and lost her eyes.

Maybe the one who should come will come.

At least she was willing to do anything for him now, even if it was the result of the horrors that had appeared so many times in that dream.

So she laughed too.