Ning Meng looks at the leather shoes in his hand and throws them to the ground.
After seeing him put on, he looked at his hand and asked, "Dad, you have no foot?"
Ning Wentao: "..."
Ning Meng ran to the bathroom to wash his hands, and looked at the bubbles rubbed out by the hand sanitizer. Thinking of Huo Beichen's anger last time, he couldn't help shivering.
Is he going to peel her off this hug?
Ning Meng sighed, dried her hands and walked out. She saw Ning Wentao standing outside. She asked with luck, "Dad, is it possible that Huo Beichen won't know about this today?"
The voice just dropped, Ning Meng's cell phone rang.
She looked down impatiently, was about to hang up, but after seeing the above call display, she almost threw her cell phone away!
Ning Wentao glanced at him: "Huo Beichen?"
Ning Meng's face is bitter and astringent, and his small face is almost wrinkled together: "if I don't see it, if I don't take it, will it be better?"
Ning Wentao pointed out seriously, "I'm afraid it will be even worse."
“……”
Ning Meng summoned up his courage, and then he pressed the answer key. He heard Huo Beichen's low command tone and said, "go home."
After that, he hung up directly.
Ning Meng: "..."
She was about to cry. She grabbed Ning Wentao's sleeve and didn't let go. "Dad, what can I do?"
Ning Wentao sighed, a face of justice lingran, patted her on the shoulder, said: "early death and early transcendence?"
Lemon:??
Is that what a father should say?
Ning Wentao pushed her out: "honey, lemon, you go to the front line first, dad will come to save you!"
Lemon:
At the critical moment, this dad is too unreliable!
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in the villa.
Ning Meng stops the car outside, opens the door of the living room with light hands and feet, and plans to see the situation first.
No one on the sofa.
There's no one in the restaurant.
Ning Meng looks at the back garden again. Except for Tibetan mastiff Xiaotiantian, who sees her jumping up excitedly, he doesn't see the shadow of huobeichen.
Where the hell is this man?
Turning around, he saw Huo Beichen standing on the balcony of the study on the second floor, tall and upright, just like a sculpture, holding a teacup in his hand, looking down at her.
Ning Meng:!
At that moment, her legs were soft.
Ning Meng pleasantly waved to him, squeezed out a smile and said, "hi ~"
Huo Beichen didn't speak, his eyes fell heavily on her, and he took a sip of tea with a indifferent look.
Ning Meng said nothing: "what tea are you drinking?"
Huo Beichen looks down at the teacup in his hand.
Ning Meng knew that he didn't speak much. She thought of the tea on the desk when she went to his study the day before yesterday to change his dressing. She farted: "it must be Longjing! Only the top-grade West Lake Longjing is worthy of your temperament. The subtle bitterness is like your mature charm. The more you taste, the more you feel. "
“……”
See him still don't speak, Ning Meng blinked an eye, continue to say: "husband, can you say a few more words?"
"Because of this, I can appreciate you a little more."
Huo Beichen: "..."
Seeing what she was going to say, he couldn't help but say, "come on."
Lemon:?
When he said this, the eyes of the evil locked on her, making her feet as disobedient, and slowly entered the room and went upstairs.
Push open the study door, Ning Meng walks in gingerly.