Especially his eyes, the pupils are brown and the ends of the eyes are slightly upturned. These eyes can be said to be the most outstanding feature of his features. They are as quiet as a deep pool, deserted and cold, which makes people's hearts tremble when they look at them.

Suffocated, Luo Yin looked at it and felt uncomfortable for no reason.

How could this man's eyes look so cold-blooded like a snake's?

Wang Ping got out of the car, stood in front of Luo Yin, met her gaze without avoiding it, and spoke calmly.

"Hello, Mrs. Nan."

The voice was low and flat, without any fluctuation.

Luo Yin still looked at him intently, without any reaction.

"Hello, Director Wang."

Nan Ningsong followed Luo Yin out, stretched out her hand, shook Wang Ping's hand, and touched Luo Yin calmly.

Only then did Luo Yin come to her senses slightly, retracted her probing gaze, and kept staring at the person. It was indeed not polite.

"Director Wang, I have long admired your name."

Luo Yin put on an official smile and said, "You're here to pick up Xiaowen, right? You're already here, why don't you go in and sit down?"

Wang Ping did not answer immediately, but glanced behind her.

He Xiaowen had already come out, but the moment the two people's eyes met, she retracted her head again.

"..."

After a while, Nan Song came out and said to Wang Ping with a smile: "Wang Ting, you are all here, come in and sit down."

Wang Ping pursed his lips slightly, forming a straight line.

The mother and daughter have exactly the same temperament and temperament, and even their tone of voice is exactly the same.

"Okay, but that's disrespectful."

Wang Ping did not refuse anymore, but asked the driver to open the trunk, took out a box of wine and a box of tea, and carried them inside.

Luo Yin declined symbolically. The reason why she declined was symbolic because she still hadn't learned how to be polite in reciprocity.

Her habitual practice is usually to accept whatever people give her, but then give her a gift of almost equal value. This is her "reciprocity". Nan Song followed suit and basically did the same thing, so

The mother and daughter just looked at each other, thinking that the royal court seemed inhumane, but they still knew the etiquette. No wonder the official career was prosperous and success was not unreasonable.

Only in this way can we enter the rose garden.

As soon as they entered the door, Wang Ping and He Xiaowen looked at each other.

He Xiaowen didn't expect that Wang Ping would really come in. She was still petty in her heart, thinking that he was completely insincere when he came to pick her up and didn't get out of the car. But when he actually came down, he brought wine and tea, as if he was officially visiting.

It seems, and I feel sweet in my heart.

You know, in the past, Wang Ping rarely brought gifts wherever he went. After being nagged by her for a long time, he reluctantly accepted this "courtesy".

He Xiaowen whispered to him several times, "I really don't know how you got to where you are today..."

However, when he took off his clothes and she looked at the scars on his body, she knew that he had made this day entirely by himself.

Wang Ping looked at He Xiaowen. He Xiaowen felt guilty and put her hands behind her back and twisted them.

It was also rare for Nan Song to see such a little woman like He Xiaowen. He was watching the excitement and thought to himself: One thing really brings down another thing.

Wang Ping's expression was as usual, but there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand towards He Xiaowen.

He Xiaowen walked towards him like a little obedient cat.
Chapter completed!