The wealthy family is also pretending to be poor for each other today

"The hand of God!"

Cun Qihei couldn't help but praise, his eyes filled with excitement.

He has never seen such a powerful young man, and the other person is still a young girl. He really wants to try a few tricks with her!

But... the eldest lady would probably disagree, right?

"Whether you say it or not, it actually doesn't matter to me."

Ye Ning casually picked up a stick with her feet and held it in her hand. She tapped each stick in her palm with a wicked look on her face, "As long as I want to know, I will find the answer sooner or later, but you Your life will be different——"

Her eyes suddenly brightened and she smiled faintly, "There is no tomorrow."

The plaid suit shivered hard.

Qiao Yayun looked at her daughter with complicated eyes, as if her heart was being torn apart by a pair of invisible hands.

The more careless her daughter looked, the more painful she felt, as if she was suffocating!

"Well……"

The plaid suit man tried his best to pronounce a single syllable with a cold sweat on his head.

The blade was cut across both sides of his cheeks, and even if he breathed, the sharp blade would continue to cut him to the edge of the incision. The pain made his heart shrink, as if he was being grabbed hard and about to be pinched hard. It was like an explosion, so making this sound almost used up half of his life strength at the moment!

And Ye Ning knew that he meant to speak.

As a result, the butterfly knife was withdrawn as fast as lightning, and the cheeks of the plaid suit suddenly lightened as if a thousand pounds of pressure had been relieved. Then the whole body collapsed on the ground, and the two lips trembled and squeezed out. One sentence, "Kill me...anyway...you will pay the price for this..."

Anyway, he didn't complete his mission, and he couldn't escape death.

"Do you think I will be afraid?"

Ye Ning had some free time and squatted down, spinning the butterfly knife back and forth between her fingers, but there was no trace of blood left on the blade.

But the plaid suit just looked at Qiao Yayun again with a sneer.

But he didn't say a word.

"Humph."

The anger in Qiao Yayun's heart happened to be still burning, so she pointed the gun directly at his head and pulled the trigger without hesitation——

'boom'!

The plaid suit fell down and lay on the ground like dead flesh.

Never move again.

Then, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

Cun Qihei looked here and there, and finally said, "Um... Miss, you two can talk."

Then, he quickly retreated and looked at the door.

Qiao Yayun looked at her daughter at a loss, and suddenly felt confused whether she was right or wrong in 'breaking' her daughter's secret today.

"mom."

Ye Ning lowered her eyes and fiddled with the butterfly knife, not daring to look at her at all, and said in a calm tone, "I'm sorry, I lied to you and dad. Actually..."

"Ningning!"

In desperation, Qiao Yayun stepped forward and hugged her tightly, gently stroking her long hair with her palms, and said in a trembling voice with great distress, "Don't say anything, mom can understand, it's okay, you can No need to say anything, mom... I just hope you can be happy..."

Ye Ning's body shook slightly, and tears rushed out of her eyes uncontrollably, "But..."

The next moment, a surge rushed across his face.

"There aren't that many buts, Ning Ning."

Qiao Yayun didn't know how to calm her daughter's uneasiness for a while. She could only hold her tighter, pressing her cheek against her daughter's already moist face, her voice became more choked, "No matter what kind of thing, it will change." Apart from the fact that you are our daughter and we love you very much, you know that?"

Ye Ning opened her mouth, as if something was stuck in her throat.

Thousands of words seemed to be stuck in my mouth at this moment, but it seemed that I couldn't pick out the key points of even a single word.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Feeling her daughter's choking, Qiao Yayun felt even more distressed as she patted her back, "My baby has suffered, suffered..."

"mom……"

Ye Ning's tears have soaked her mother's shoulders, but she still can't make any other sounds except this word.

And this word seems to cover everything invisibly.

"Hey, mom is here."

Qiao Yayun sighed with trembling breaths, but her smile was so gentle and beautiful, "Forever and forever, mom will be by your side, and dad, we love Ning Ning the most..."

Meanwhile, outside.

Cun Qihei sat in front of the closed door, lit a cigarette and smoked quietly, listening to the sour but seemingly warm words from the mother and daughter.

"Mom, do you really not care at all?"

"What do you care about? Our Ning Ning is the best daughter in the world. We only need to know this."

"The rest, it doesn't matter at all."

"For your father and I, the most important thing is you, not the things related to you, isn't it?"

"mom……"

Ye Ning was still choking, but seemed to feel relieved, "Thank you..."

"Silly boy."

Hearing this, Cun Qihei couldn't help but smile, and then took a long puff of cigarette.

The eldest lady is living a good life now. The president will definitely be able to see it in the sky and feel gratified, right?

He hoped so much.

At this time, the door was opened, and the mother and daughter walked out holding each other's arms.

Cun Qihei looked back at them and couldn't help but smile happily from the bottom of his heart, "Miss, little miss."

The Red Dragon Society has a successor!

But Ye Ning was a little confused, "Mom, this uncle is..."

"Fangzheng."

Qiao Yayun introduced her daughter, "He has been with your grandpa since he was young. Because his skin is slightly darker, he is very proficient in inch boxing, and he is the seventh eldest child in the family, so he has an 'inch-qi black' nickname."

Ye Ning nodded, "Hello, Uncle Fang."

"Young lady, you don't have to be so polite, just call me Cun Qihei!"

It had been many years since someone had called her by her original surname and first name, and Cun Qihei still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Come on, Ning Ning."

Qiao Yayun took her daughter and sat down beside her, her expression gentle and frank, "Mom, let me tell you about the past."

Ye Ning shook her head hastily, "No need, Mom, I..."

"It was before even your father knew about it."

Qiao Yayun's eyes seemed a little sad all of a sudden, her smile was bitter and helpless, "Ning Ning, mother can only tell you something."

Ye Ning couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Originally, her mother did not deliberately pursue her past, and she did not want to ask more about her mother's secrets, nor did she want to make her mother feel embarrassed.

Who is the person carrying secrets who doesn’t have too many last resorts?

And if you have a choice, who would be willing to bury these secrets deeply, even with the one you love most recently?

But now, my mother obviously lacks a listener...