Chapter 605

"What are you looking for me for? You're really going to have an affair with me."

Ding Ning smiled and joked, but saw that she didn't mean to laugh at all. A pair of beautiful eyes just looked at him seriously, made him feel his nose and said with a dry smile: "this joke is not very funny."

"Give me your bank card number."

Song Ziyi had a straight face and a calm and terrible tone, which was full of no doubt.

"What are you doing?"

Ding Ning said with a smile, this girl seems really angry.

"Give me the card number and I'll transfer the money to you. Aren't you a headhunter? Didn't you plan to let me leave Xingyi? OK, I'll transfer the 8 billion to you now, just as I've never seen you."

Song Ziyi's tone was not mixed with a trace of emotion, and said indifferently.

Ding Ning felt a sudden pain in his heart, his face became gloomy, and said with a thick sarcasm, "what's wrong with you? What do I want your money for? Did I say I'm a headhunter? I'm deliberately trying to let you leave Xingyi? I'm very sick. It's none of my business where you want to be. Let go and close the door."

"No, I've been thinking for a whole night and I don't understand why you helped me. There are only two possibilities. You're either a headhunter or a headhunter. Since you're not a headhunter and don't care about money, it must be a rich and powerful childe. Don't you want to get me by helping me? Well, I don't think I can repay your kindness. I'm here, you can Do whatever you want and get everything you want. "

Song Ziyi became more and more excited. She had never owed so much in her life. Originally, she didn't want to get angry, but Ding Ning's indifferent appearance completely angered her. Isn't she so charming? He didn't even want to accompany her for a while, which made her feel both wronged and unwilling. The mood that had been suppressed all night finally broke out.

"Song Ziyi, please respect yourself. Don't let me look down on you."

I don't know why, song Ziyi's self abandonment made Ding Ning feel distressed like a needle, and she cried in a low voice.

Song Ziyi smiled sadly, and tears twinkled in her eyes: "you haven't looked up to me from beginning to end. In your heart, are all female stars greedy for vanity and shameless, and don't hesitate to sell their women in order to achieve their goals?"

Ding Ning looked at her sad appearance and said in a soft voice: "you think too much. I don't discriminate against anyone, and I won't look down on you. You are really a clean girl in my heart..."

"Then why don't you leave me a contact number? Don't I even deserve to be your friend?"

Song Ziyi lowered her head and looked heartbroken. In the corner that Ding Ning couldn't see, there was a cunning look in her beautiful eyes. Where did she look a little sad.

"I... it's not that I don't want to leave you a phone, but I'm not from Yanjing. I'll leave soon after I come to Yanjing to do business."

Ding Ning explained incoherently, how did he leave the phone? He just a cell phone, leave the number to her, and his identity will help.

"Can't I keep the phone from other places? Can't I contact you when you leave Yanjing? Yes, I know I'm a dramatist in your heart. I don't deserve to be friends with you..."

Song Ziyi's singing and writing were excellent, and her tears came down immediately. She looked pitiful, which made Ding Ning very distressed. She said in a hurry: "don't cry. It's not that I don't want to leave you a phone, but that the phone in my hometown didn't come at all. I'm going to do a local mobile phone number in Yanjing tomorrow and tell you."

"Are you serious? Didn't you lie to me?"

Song Ziyi asked with a small pout with tearful eyes.

"Heaven and earth conscience, of course, is true. I don't have to lie to you. I'm too proud to be friends with song Dadian. How can I lie to you?"

Ding Ning said sincerely on his face, but secretly ashamed in his heart. I'm sorry, song Ziyi. I can't provoke emotional debt anymore. When I leave Yanjing, we'll face the sky and go half way.

Song Ziyi still had tears on her face and looked at him straight. It seemed that she was identifying whether his words were true or false. Ding Ning was uncomfortable when she saw it. She said with a dry smile: "think about it, your contract with Xingyi hasn't been terminated. How can I leave at ease? I'm going to call you early tomorrow morning. I know your phone number."

"How do I know my phone?"

Song Ziyi opened her mouth in amazement and asked incredulously.

"Well, I want to know. If you don't believe it, I'll tell you. Your phone number is 139 *******************************************************

Ding Ning feels very tired. People really can't lie. Often a lie needs to be rounded with thousands of lies. He can't tell song Ziyi that her phone number was obtained from Jenny.

"If you have a conscience, I'll go. Call me tomorrow. Good night."

Song Ziyi immediately believed, wiped her tears, broke her tears into laughter, gently closed the door, carried her hands happily, and left happily like a little girl.

Ding Ning rubbed his face with a depressed face and muttered in a low voice: "I'm already very low-key. I'm disguised as this virtue. How can I attract bees and butterflies so much? Alas, it's so charming. It's really distressing."

In the dark, as the Hummer went away, the smile on Song Ziyi's face gradually faded, and his eyes mistily whispered, "Ningding, people seem to like you. What should I do?"

"Ziyi, I'm sorry, I can't sorry them."

Ding Ning whispered in the car, but he felt inexplicably torn pain in his heart.

What song Ziyi didn't know was that a magic mosquito was always secretly protecting her. Ding Ning knew everything she said and did.

It was already more than one o'clock in the morning when he returned to Yanjing Hotel. Ding Ning opened the door in a bad mood, but was surprised to find that the money bag was not in the room.

In the spiritual connection, it shows that the purse and gentle and soft live together, which makes Ding Ning very happy. The girl seems to be a little sensible now and doesn't stick to him much. This is a good thing. After all, her IQ is a child again, but her body is a big girl. Sleeping with him all day is also a great torture to him.

But I have to say that habit is really a terrible thing. At first, the money bag didn't sleep with him. He tossed and turned until it was almost dawn. Finally, he simply didn't sleep. He just got up and began to practice cross knee meditation.

On the 9th of the next day, on the day agreed with Xiang Tiange of the Imperial Academy, Ding Ning finished washing early in the morning, had breakfast with four girls, and then went straight to Yanshan with their sad eyes.

Probably only Liu Sheng and shallow Dai were the happiest. She wanted Ding Ning not to be with them all day, and she didn't have to work so hard to wear retarded children's clothes, lest he should see the clue.

Yanshan mountain range is one of the famous mountains in northern China. It is located 40 kilometers southwest of Yanjing city. It is dangerous, beautiful, strange and majestic. The water flow in the mountain is continuous all year round. The streams roar in the high mountains and valleys. Together with the reeds along the stream, it creates the charm of the south of the north, which makes people feel more beautiful.

Yunmeng Mountain in Yanshan Mountains, with an altitude of more than 1400 meters, has beautiful scenery and pleasant temperature. The top of the mountain is inaccessible due to the diffuse clouds all year round. The imperial scholar's office is located at the top of Yunmeng Mountain.

Because the top of the mountain is steep and difficult to travel, the winding mountain highway is built to the middle of the mountain. Ding Ning can only abandon his car and walk along a winding path leading to the top of the mountain.

As we get closer to the top of the mountain, the terrain becomes more and more steep, the surrounding water mist is diffuse, the vision is blocked, and the Panchen path suddenly stops. Ordinary people can't walk here. Only martial artists can continue to move forward.

Ding Ning guessed that it should be the intention of the imperial palace to prevent tourists from entering the Imperial Palace by mistake. Otherwise, just explain to the tourists by mistake every day, and you don't have to do anything.

"It's Dr. Ding."

Just as Ding Ning was relaxed and breathing fresh air, a clear man's voice broke the tranquility in the mountains.

"Yes, sir?"

When Ding Ning heard the sound, he saw a figure in the mist more than ten meters away. He was in his early thirties. He was of medium build, with a cold face. He was dressed in a white martial arts suit and exuded a sharp breath all over. He was as sharp as a scabbard sword. At the moment, he was staring at him. When Ding Ning came here, he didn't blush, gasp and sweat, His clothes were clean and tidy, but he didn't look embarrassed. A different color flashed in his eyes.

Then he remembered that he had been besieged by the corpse driving sect and the Witch and demon sect for so long. He must also be a martial artist with good cultivation. Naturally, he couldn't help it on this mountain road. He was relieved at once.

But when I remembered that the seventh martial uncle said that he had broken an arm and a leg. It was only three days. He was no different from ordinary people. He paid more attention to Ding Ning in his heart. He immediately squeezed out a smile and said, "seven murders under the command of the imperial scholar's house, and was ordered to pick up Dr. Ding into the house!"

"Brother Qisha!"

Ding Ning saluted with a fist, but secretly feigned in his heart, ah, seven murders, greedy wolves and breaking the army. It's really funny.

"Dr. Ding, please follow me. Remember, don't go wrong. There are arrays here. If you take a wrong step, you will return to where you are."

Seven kill looked serious and reminded him, with some pride in his tone.

"Then let brother Qisha lead the way."

Although Ding Ning doesn't think so in his heart, he can't stop him even though he's just lost in the array, but he doesn't want to expose his mastery of the array. He bows with his fist and follows behind the seven murders.

Qi Sha became famous when he was young. He became a great master in his early thirties. Naturally, he was arrogant. He was not satisfied with the great praise of his martial uncle Ding Ning. He deliberately wanted to take an examination of the school. His pace was very fast. He wanted to see how fast Ding Ning was. If Ding Ning couldn't keep up, he could go again at most.

Ding Ning wanted to keep a low profile, but he saw that Qisha deliberately accelerated his pace. Although he was not slow, he could not keep up with the speed of the great master. Of course, if he spread his wings, he would certainly be able to keep up, but he could not freely expose the secret of his bones and wings. In addition, the water mist around him was diffuse and his field of vision was limited. In the twinkling of an eye, he lost the trace of Qisha.

This made him very unhappy. He came to the imperial scholar's residence at the invitation of Xiang Tiange. He was also a guest. Seven kill a welcoming person and didn't honestly lead the way. Didn't he deliberately make it difficult?

At the thought of this, Ding Ning snorted coldly, his steps shook and went deep into the maze array. Only a few steps later, he took a shortcut to get to the front of the seven murders.

From the good cautious attitude of the seven kill step, he can see that he just memorized the path through the maze array and didn't master the maze array.

This guy is not a very generous person. It's just to catch up with the seven murders. He deliberately hid in the maze array and tilted his legs against a big Bluestone. He wanted to see how the seven murders turned back and explained to Xiang Tiange.

Although Qisha threw Ding Ning away from him from a distance, he always paid attention to his trend. Seeing that he had only walked dozens of meters away, he went the wrong way and mistakenly entered the maze array. He couldn't help shaking his head. The boy's speed was really not very fast, so he lost him.