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Huo Ye, your sweet wife reborn is so hard to provoke Chapter 8

Huo Ye, your sweet wife reborn is so hard to provoke Chapter 8

Zhou Yiping sat relaxed beside Ning Mingzhe, not paying much attention to Ning Ran’s behavior, and pinched Ning Mingzhe’s shoulders, “Lao Ning, don’t be angry. She is only 18 years old, so young.”

“Little, what small. Look at Ziyan, who is a year younger than her, why is she so sensible and well-behaved.”

Ning Ran silently picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

A few minutes later, Aunt Zhang came downstairs in a hurry, “Miss, sir.” She hesitated, her eyes floating, “I went to the second lady’s room to see, but the second lady was not there, and she looked like It seems that he has never come back, and that bed is like he has never slept in it.”

Ning Mingzhe froze, and the corners of Zhou Yiping’s eyes couldn’t help twitching a few times.

For a minute, there was no sound in the entire living room, full of dullness and embarrassment.

“Oh…” A minute later, Ning Ran blinked her eyes and made a playful voice, “It seems that it wasn’t me who didn’t go home, it was Aunt Zhou who made a mistake…”

“Dad.” She hadn’t forgotten to laugh at Ning Mingzhe, “Your well-behaved and sensible daughter didn’t come home all night. It seems that you and Auntie don’t know her well enough…”

Ning Mingzhe didn’t want to take into account Ning Ran’s deliberate mocking. He couldn’t believe that Ning Ziyan didn’t come back, and Zhou Yiping, who was so devoted to him, actually lied to him.

Just at this moment, Ning Ran’s eyes flashed, and she suddenly saw a familiar figure dodging outside the door.

She smiled slightly and shouted at the door, “Ning Ziyan, you’re back!”

The discovered Ning Ziyan could only bite the bullet and come in. Her clothes were still the same as last night, but there was a silk scarf tied around her neck with a strong sense of discord, which made Ning Ran take a few more glances.

She had just walked in and had not had time to speak. Suddenly, Zhou Yiping stood up, charged towards Ning Ziyan, and slapped her in the face.

The sudden action made everyone else present a little stunned.

“What’s the matter with you, I want you to take good care of Xiao Ran, but you didn’t come back overnight. You are always so well-behaved, but now you’ve learned so badly, you’re going to be mad at me and your dad, woo woo woo …”

Ning Ziyan covered her face for a moment, and suddenly seemed to understand something. He walked quickly to Ning Mingzhe, knelt down with a snap, and reached out to grab Dad’s legs.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I drank too much last night, so several sisters arranged a room for me. When I woke up, it was already dawn. I’m really sorry. It’s all my fault and I didn’t take good care of my sister.”

The one she cried was called a pear flower with rain, and I felt pity for it. In addition, on weekdays, Ning Ziyan’s image and personality have always been well maintained, but suddenly she made a mistake, and Ning Mingzhe also subconsciously excused her.

Seeing his daughter kneeling at his feet, Ning Mingzhe felt uncomfortable, and quickly helped her up, “Get up, kneel down and do something, I’m not dead yet. It’s okay, don’t cry, you’ve grown up and drink a lot. It’s normal to forget to come back. Dad is also worried about you, afraid that you will mess around outside, so it’s fine.”

For her father’s double standard, Ning Ran saw it in her eyes with irony in her heart.

Just when the father and daughter were deeply in love, she walked over.

Zhou Yiping’s heart froze, and she had an inexplicable ominous premonition. The hand she stretched out to stop it had just been raised halfway, when Ning Ran suddenly accelerated and grabbed the silk scarf around Ning Ziyan’s neck, pulling it hard. .