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Yan Zhenbang slightly collected his eyes and glanced at several red marks on Zhang Yuan's neck scratched by nails.

Associating Zhang Yuan's words with the reaction of Ning Qingcheng's mother and daughter just now, Yan Zhenbang suddenly woke up.

His eyes moved to Ning Qingcheng's thick coat, and his heart suddenly understood.

In fact, Ning Qingcheng doesn't have a cold at all. She wears so many clothes just to worry about him seeing the wound.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhenbang's heart suddenly felt sour, like overturning lemon juice.

He glanced at Ning Qingcheng for a long time, his throat rolled slightly, and a sigh like nothing overflowed from his lips

At the moment, Zhang Yuan has already been dazzled by anger. Where is she still in the mood to see Yan Zhenbang's face.

With an iron blue face, she stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of Ning Qingcheng: "Yan Zhenbang, this is my home! But I was beaten by two outsiders in my home today. If this matter comes out, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?"

Hearing Zhang Yuan say so, Ning Yan'er suddenly couldn't bear it.

She took a step forward, and Ning Qingcheng grabbed her wrist before she could even say anything.

Ning Qingcheng's eyebrows twisted slightly. She pursed her lips and gently shook her head.

With Ning Qingcheng's eyes, even if Ning Yaner's heart is no matter how reluctant, he can only swallow the words that have come to his mouth.

Seeing Yan Zhenbang didn't speak, Zhang Yuan was a little reluctant: "I didn't agree when you let her live in. Look, how long has she lived in? She's already done it to me. Next time? Do you want to drive me out of this house directly?"

Yan Zhenbang slowly clenched his hands on his side into fists, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst up.

He first looked back at Ning Qingcheng, who was wronged by the sofa, and then turned his eyes to Zhang Yuan with an aggressive face.

He vomited a mouthful of turbid gas from his lungs. He shouted in a calm voice, "enough."

Seeing Yan Zhenbang angry, Ning Qingcheng exchanged eyes with Ning Yaner.

She walked slowly to Zhang Yuan's side. The expression on her face had been extremely wronged: "it's all my fault. What happened just now is that I'm not good."

"Who are you pretending to be pitiful to?" Zhang Yuan angrily stretched out her hand and pushed her. She snorted with a smile on her face: "you weren't like this when you were in front of me just now!"

Didn't you just clamor to be the mistress of the family?

Pushed by Zhang Yuan, Ning Qingcheng stepped back two steps unsteadily.

The back waist hit the shelf with various decorations. She snorted with pain, and her facial features wrinkled into a ball.

"Qing Cheng." Yan Zhenbang let out a cry when he was out of control.

He walked quickly to Ning Qingcheng, looked her up and down, and asked in a hurry, "how are you?"

"I'm fine." Ning Qingcheng covered his waist with one hand and gently waved the other hand towards Yan Zhenbang.

"Aunt Yan, are you going too far?" Ning Yaner took a look at Ning Qingcheng, and stood up and came out: "you just told the villain that I would beat you with my mother, and now you are still fighting against my mother in front of Uncle Yan."

"I'll tell the wicked first?" it seems that she heard something very funny. Zhang Yuan's eyes widened and she ironically hooked her lips: "your mother and daughter can really confuse black and white! Look at my injuries. Did I catch them and frame you!"

"You're not the only one with a wound!" Ning Yaner rolled her sleeve to the elbow, revealing some shocking blood marks on her arm.

After making sure that Yan Zhenbang saw the wound on her body, she went to Ning Qingcheng and pulled her coat: "not only do I have injuries, but also my mother."

"Yan'er, don't make trouble." Ning Qingcheng grabbed his collar hard, and his tone seemed to have a taste of condemnation.

"Mom!" Ning Yan'er stamped her feet vigorously. She pursed her red lips slightly, and the expression on her face was wronged: "I know you want to make things small, but now people have poured dirty water on us..."

Looking at Ning Qingcheng's wronged appearance, Yan Zhenbang's deep eyes quickly flashed a cold light.

Turning his head, he stared at Zhang Yuan with fierce eyes. His attitude was very cold: "you say, what's going on?"

"I......" Zhang Yuan hesitated. For a moment, she didn't know how to explain it.

Yan Zhenbang's eyes gripped her, and the corners of his mouth rose coldly: "didn't you just say that their mother and daughter united to fight you? Then explain to me what happened to their injuries?"

"How do I know how their injuries came?" Zhang Yuan murmured, "just now it was them who attacked me together."

"Aunt Yan." at this time, Ning Yan'er had some tears in her eyes. She sucked her nose with some grievances, and her voice was filled with a cry like nothing: "obviously you scolded my mother as a fox spirit and asked her to get out of the house as soon as possible!"

When talking, Ning Yan'er didn't forget to steal a glance at Yan Zhenbang's face with the remaining light from the corner of her eyes.

Seeing Yan Zhenbang's face darkened, she added: "you even grabbed my mother's hair and slapped her."

She covered her weeping face with her hands and said, "at the beginning, I just wanted to separate you two. How can you accuse me of beating you?"

"You..." Zhang Yuan was so angry that her nose was crooked by Ning Yan'er's words.

When she was about to rush up to argue with Ning Yan'er, her wrist had been gripped by Yan Zhenbang.

"Yan Zhenbang, what do you mean?" she tried desperately to get rid of Yan Zhenbang's hand, but she tried several times in vain.

"You treat them like this in front of me." glancing at the corners of your mouth, Yan Zhenbang snorted coldly: "it can be imagined what kind of attitude you treated them when I was not at home just now."

"They are all your distinguished guests. How dare I treat them?" Zhang Yuan mocked.

Yan Zhenbang looked at her eyes and took a deep breath. He roared angrily, "Zhang Yuan, don't look for trouble."

"I have nothing to ask for?" Zhang Yuan snorted angrily and smiled. She stretched out her hand and slowly pointed to the direction of Ning Qingcheng: "do you mean to believe their words that confuse black and white?"