Sang Youming squatted in the corner, holding his head and shivering, begging for mercy: "Dad, I can call you dad, please stop fighting!"
Why is his biological daughter so tough? Can he let go of her?
Sang Ning looked at Sang Youming condescendingly, standing with her body slightly slanted, and holding an empty wine bottle in her hand. She was acting like a big sister and looked very untouchable.
"Do you dare to drink again in the future?"
As soon as Sang Ning finished her cold words, Sang Youming shook his head like a sieve: "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore!"
If he dared to say "no", the wine bottle in Sang Ning's hand would probably hit him on the head.
A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, but he still dared to do so when Sang Ning couldn't see him!
Seeing that Sang Youming had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, Sang Ning put down the empty wine bottle, patted the dust in his hands, and said casually: "From today on, I will officially return to Sang's house. Please inform my mother and my brother.
I'm going to have a simple family meeting in the evening and ask them to come back before dinner. I'm going to rest now. When I wake up, I don't want to see this pile of garbage in the living room again, understand?"
An alcoholic like Sang Youming is more or less dependent on alcohol. Sang Ning doesn't expect him to quit drinking anytime soon. It would be good to find something to do for him to temporarily distract his attention.
"Understand, understand, understand!" Sang Youming responded repeatedly, "I'll start working now and make sure you don't see a speck of dust when you wake up!"
He was so drunk that he was so frightened that he just wanted to send away the irritable Sang Ning. He pointed at the bedroom where Chu Xi had lived before. After Sang Ning walked into the bedroom and closed the door, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. p>
There was still some wine left in the empty wine bottle that Sang Ning had just put on the ground. He picked up the bottle and quickly poured the remaining wine into his mouth, swallowed it, and then put the empty wine bottle back as if nothing had happened.
He was so frightened that he had to drink some wine to calm it down!
After he calmed down a little, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and started calling to notify them one by one.
The first call was to my wife Hu Zhi.
"Hey, what's the matter? Wait, touch!"
"Ah, what are you talking about? Can't you hear me clearly? Xiao Ning turned into a tigress and came back?"
"What are you talking about? Didn't Xiao Ning make it clear that she won't go back to Sang's house?"
"Stop talking, I'm dead. My clear and powerful pair will mess with me soon."
Sang Youming was so angry that the sound of playing mahjong on the other end of the phone completely drowned out his voice. Hu Zhi listened to nothing and completely missed the point.
He became anxious and roared into the phone: "The house is on fire, come back quickly to put out the fire!"
"What!" Hu Zhi finally heard it clearly this time, pushed the card, and stood up in a hurry, "No fight, something happened at home, I have to leave!"
The poker players looked at each other in confusion, but then they breathed a sigh of relief. Hu Zhi's hand was so good that they could lose less if he left.
After hanging up the phone, Sang Youming realized later that the voice he had just spoken was too loud. He looked in the direction of the bedroom with some fear. After making sure that Sang Ning was not moving, he took a long breath and hid in the room again.
In the bathroom, call your son Sangchuan.
The background sound on the other end of the phone this time was from an Internet cafe, with various national curses intertwined, and Sang Chuan's voice mixed in.
"Damn, you son of a bitch, didn't you see me rushing forward? Are you still being slutty behind, are you preparing to collect your father's body?"
Sang Youming didn't have the patience to explain to Sang Chuan this time, and shouted in a low voice: "You son of a bitch, you want to be a father while I'm still here? There's a fire at home, come back quickly!"
Sang Chuan's cell phone was on speakerphone and placed next to the mouse. He automatically blocked everything Sang Youming said and only heard the words "There is a fire at home."
He could no longer remain calm, so he took off his headset and jumped up from his chair.
His gaming equipment! He wants to go back and save them!
After all the personnel were notified, Sang Youming breathed a sigh of relief. One of the tasks assigned by his aunt was finally completed.
He came out of the bathroom and started cleaning. There were too many empty wine bottles in the living room. He was afraid that the sound of the bottles colliding would disturb Sang Ning, so he thoughtfully turned on the stereo to play soft music.
If he hadn't been afraid that Sang Ning would rush out and beat him up, he would have played a heart-clearing mantra for her.
It’s not okay for a beautiful girl to be so angry.
In the bedroom, Sang Ning was lying on her back on the bed, with her hands folded behind her head, staring at the ceiling in a daze, and beginning to think about her next path.
In her previous life, she did not find a serious job after graduating from her Ph.D., but became an outdoor adventure live broadcast blogger.
She is a person who loves challenges at heart. The entertainment industry is a completely new field for her, so it seems good to continue on the path of the original owner.
The original owner just graduated from film school this year. In her junior year, she took on an online drama adapted from a popular novel and played the female lead. With this online drama, she successfully became a popular star.
The original owner's appearance is a coquettish bitch type, with a pair of seductive fox eyes, red lips, and that kind of coolness that is so beautiful that it is highly offensive and is unique in the entertainment industry. There is no substitute for it.
The future was originally bright, but the original owner couldn't stand it and wanted to commit suicide.
Acting like a big name, trying to win over other female stars, flirting with male stars to deliberately stir up scandals, insulting fans...
It can be said that there are so many crimes that it is difficult to describe!
There is a saying in the fan circle that the star in the entertainment industry who is least afraid of house collapse is none other than Sang Ning, because she is already in ruins and has no house to collapse.
Sang Ning doesn't care much about this. The original owner is a black and red flower, which proves that there is still some attention. Aren't there many celebrities in the entertainment industry who have whitewashed themselves?
She believes that she will definitely be one of them.
Thinking this way, Sang Ning took out her mobile phone and opened Weibo. She currently has 20 million followers.
The corners of her lips curved into a satisfactory arc, so what if she was black? She had her own fan base, so she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to turn over?
She clicked on the message interface, @my, comments and private messages were both 999.
The smile on her face suddenly stopped the moment she clicked on @我, which was filled with all kinds of weird lists, and people in the comment area were going crazy @ her——
The most bitchy female stars, the most eye-catching acting skills of the year, and the embarrassing variety show moments...
She topped all the lists with the absolute advantage of being number one.
She clicked on the comment again, and this time the curve of her lips completely flattened, and even drooped slightly.
All netizens are scolding her in fancy ways.
[Daily question, did Sang Ning die today?]
[If you don’t learn to use swords and guns, you’ll be mean if you learn to do it; if you don’t practice swordsmanship, you’ll be mean!]
[People have their feet bound, but your cerebellum is bound.]
[When the scene strikes a chord, you took up two characters.]
……
It’s really hopeless that the popularity among passers-by is so bad!
Sang Ning felt unlucky and was about to throw the phone aside, out of sight and upset.
She just made a gesture ready to throw it, but then she thought about it, took her phone back, and clicked on the private message.
She has set it up so that only fans can send private messages. She has 20 million fans. It’s impossible to follow her just to scold her in private messages, right?
Haha.
So naive, all the private messages were scolding her.
Absolutely amazing!
Only now did Sang Ning truly understand what black and red is. If you suck black powder, you can suck 20 million. I just want to ask you if you accept it?
When I saw it, I was so jealous that I spewed out the real fire of samadhi.
Among all the private messages scolding her, she saw a very special private message.
The content displayed in the small box is: Sister, you look like a fairy, which is rare in the world, just...
The small frame could only display so much content. Sang Ning suddenly felt a little relieved. It seemed that she still had true fans.
The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she clicked on the message to see what the fan said next.
But after seeing the complete content, the corners of her raised lips dropped again.