"Dad can't hit you, why are you doing so nervous?"

Xia Di's tone was helpless. After pulling out the words from behind Ning Yiyun, Xia Ming was frightened and comforted her tone, "Next time if you don't want to go to cram school, you can tell your parents that they will listen to you."

"Really?"

Xia Ming's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his tone was a lot excited, "Then I want to learn martial arts, I have to be in the same martial arts class with Sister Yun!"

Ning Yiyun's smile on his face became much stiffer when he heard this, especially when he received the suspicious gaze that Ning Cheng cast.

"Did Sister Yun just come back from the martial arts class at that time? Sister Yun is super handsome, hey! Ha! She just beat all those big bad guys away! She is really super handsome!"

But a little fan kept talking nonstop, and Ning Yiyun felt that Ning Cheng's gaze was getting weirder and weirder.

"Wait, wait, wait," Ning Cheng finally couldn't help interrupting Xia Xiao's little fan girl Ming's endless talk, and his tone was puzzled, "Our family Ayun should be attending a ballet training class, how could he go to a martial arts class?"

As we all know, Ning Yiyun, a girl from the Ning family, is very talented in ballet. In addition, Ning family has a crazy demon like Ning Cheng, who knows Ning Cheng, and almost everyone knows that Ning Cheng’s dance is great.

But how could a good ballet little swan practice martial arts?

Ning Yiyun, who received Ning Cheng's increasingly puzzled gaze, couldn't help but shrink his neck and hide behind Ming Si.

"A Yun?"

"That... I probably taught..."

Ming Si raised her hand weakly and smiled embarrassedly.

My daughter's family needs to be self-defense, so when Ning Yiyun made this request to Ming Si, Ming Si agreed without thinking. Although Ning Yiyun lost her previous memory, she was as talented as practicing martial arts.

Ning Cheng: "..."

So, he had no premonition before that his eldest daughter was moving more and more towards the direction of "toddler"?

Ning Lao Father Cheng only felt a sword stabbed in his heart.

"Tuantuan also learned a little with A Si!"

Speaking of this, Ning Tuantuan was not willing to be outdone. He immediately waved his small fist and hit him a few times. He looked quite proud and his tone was very proud. Everyone was happy to see it, and Ning Chengxin became even more frustrated.

"Acheng, we can't force such a thing."

Qi Xinran laughed and sympathized with his old friend again.

As we all know, Ning Cheng's family had a tiger, Shen Zuilan, who was also a good martial arts expert. So after having a daughter, Ning Cheng wanted to train his daughter to the ancient kind of quiet and elegant lady, but now looking at it, this direction is getting worse and worse.

"Stop talking."

Ning Chengxin waved his hand in a panic and glared fiercely at Ming Si, "The culprit", "I think I still have hope of breaking the two little girls in my family back to the right path."

Ming Si, who was disliked by her father, touched her nose embarrassedly.

"Acheng, we still have to respect the children's opinions in these matters."

Qi Xinran continued to smile and comfort her, "Look at Xia Di, this is not a very respectful decision to her daughter."

Xia Di, not far away, was very interested after hearing that it was Ming Si who taught Ning Yiyun, so he pulled the young man and asked next to him.

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Ning Cheng sighed, his tone was a little desperate.

Qi Xinran shrugged and did not continue to comfort him. Anyway, when this guy is hit a few more times, he will probably give up this unrealistic fantasy.
Chapter completed!