Zhan Hanjue stared at her messy body, her clothes were soaked, and her hair was sticky to her cheeks, completely losing her former nobleness and elegance, and her temples hopped a few more times.

Unexpectedly, she... was even worse than Ning Xi.

Sang Bo is old and has been slowing down for a long time after getting up from the ground before he wakes up. He quickly ordered the servants to get the clothes they had changed for the father and son, and he was trembling and didn't say anything.

Zhan Hanjue saw another trace of blood on the sharp corner of the coffee table, and his eyes darkened: "What happened just now?"

"A Jue, is Ning Xi really Xiao Yeye's villa designer?" Ning Yanglihua looked at Zhan Hanjue with rain: "She just came to demonstrate to me, and I just said a few words, and she poured hot tea on me..."

She wanted to show her pitiful look to make Zhan Hanjue feel distressed, but her body was dirty at the moment, and with this pitiful look, it only made people feel very... funny and disgusting.

"She splashes you with tea first?" Zhan Hanjue's tone was slightly cold, his eyes seemed calm, but he was also surging.

Ning Xi has never been the type who takes the initiative...

"Yes, if you don't believe it, you can ask Sang Bo, ask other servants and bodyguards." Ning Yang felt more and more angry as she spoke. She came to visit their father and son happily, but Ning Xi made her look like a ghost!

"By the way, Young Master Jue, Ning Xi cursed Xiao Yeye to break his leg..."

Upon hearing this, Sang Bo hurriedly added: "Miss Ningxi just thought the young master broke his leg..."

"You mean I slander her?" Ning Yang immediately glared at Sang Bo with red eyes.

San Bo was so scared that he could not speak.

"I believe Ning Xi is not the kind of person you said." Zhan Hanjue said in a deep voice.

Ning Yang's expression was a little stiff, sometimes white and sometimes blue.

She kept staring at Zhan Hanjue. When did he become so familiar with Ning Xi?

When Ning Baby heard Ning Yang humiliating his mother so much, her dark eyes flashed with evil light like a little devil.

He patted his belly.

"Auntie Ning Yang, I'm hungry."

Zhan Chenye rarely took the initiative to ask Ning Yang for advice before. Seeing this, Ning Yang immediately asked someone to bring a bowl of chicken porridge with sprinkled sprinkled with sprinkled green onion, which made people's appetite increase greatly.

In front of Zhan Hanjue, she would be a good wife and mother no matter what: "Well, will Aunt Ning Yang come to feed you?"

"Okay, thank you Aunt Ning Yang." Ning Baby smiled, revealing two rows of neat and white teeth, but no one understands the little demon attributes hidden in his smile.

Ning Yang was in a state of great pleasure. He took the porcelain bowl, sat on the head of the little guy's bed, and gently scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to the corner of Ning Baby's mouth.

As soon as Ning Baby opened her mouth, she stretched over the spoon...

As soon as he fed a spoon, Ning Baby exclaimed and knocked the spoon over.

The spoonful of rice porridge fell on Ning Yang again...

Before Ning Yang could have time to have an attack, he heard the little guy covering his mouth, his big eyes flashing: "It's so hot, do you want my mouth to be burned?"

Zhan Hanjue was still standing aside, and the air pressure in the hall immediately became very low.

Ning Yang apologized repeatedly and wiped the corner of the little guy's mouth with a wet wipe.

"I'm sorry, my aunt didn't mean it. Is it painful to feed her after blowing it cold?"

Ning Baby spitted her tongue out and kept fanning her hands: "You will know if it hurts if you get scalded."
Chapter completed!