"Why are you looking for me? Are you really planning to have a scandal with me? " p
Ding Ning joked with a smile, but she didn't seem to be smiling at all. She just stared at him with her beautiful eyes, which made him touch his nose in embarrassment and laugh dryly, "This joke isn't very funny." p
"Give me your bank account number." p
Song Ziyi's face was straight, and her tone was terrifyingly calm, full of no room for doubt. p
"What?" p
Ding Ning said with a cheeky smile. This girl seemed to be really angry. p
"Give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the money to you. Aren't you a headhunter? Aren't you trying hard to make me leave Xing Yi Art? Fine, I'll transfer the eight billion to you now. Just pretend that I've never seen you. " p
Song Ziyi's tone was emotionless, and she said coldly. p
Ding Ning's heart suddenly ached, and his face darkened. He said with a strong sense of mockery, "What's wrong with you? Why would I want your money? Did I say that I'm a headhunter? I'm trying hard to make you leave Xing Yi Art? Am I f * cking crazy? You can go wherever you want. It's none of my business. Let go and close the door. " p
"No, I've thought for a whole night, but I still can't figure out why you helped me. There are only two possibilities. You're either a headhunter, or you want to get a girl. Since you're not a headhunter, and you don't care about money, you must be a rich and powerful playboy. You're helping me because you want me, right? Fine, I can't repay your kindness. I'm right here. You can do whatever you want and get whatever you want. " p
The more Song Ziyi spoke, the angrier she became. She didn't want to get angry, but seeing Ding Ning's indifferent look, her emotions finally exploded. p
"Song Ziyi, please behave yourself. Don't let me look down on you." p
For some reason, Song Ziyi's self-abandonment made Ding Ning's heart ache. He gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice. p
Song Ziyi smiled sadly, tears glistening in her eyes. "You have never thought highly of me. In your heart, are all female celebrities vain, shameless, and willing to sell themselves to achieve their goals?" p
Looking at her sad appearance, Ding Ning's heart inexplicably softened. He said softly, "You think too much. I don't discriminate against anyone, and I won't look down on you. In my heart, you are really a pure girl …"
"Then why aren't you willing to give me your contact number? Am I not even worthy to be your friend?" p
Song Ziyi lowered her head with a heartbroken look. In a corner that Ding Ning couldn't see, her beautiful eyes sparkled with cunning. She didn't look sad at all. p
"I … it's not that I don't want to give you my number, but I'm not from Beijing. I'm here for business and will be leaving soon." p
Ding Ning explained incoherently. How could he leave his phone number? He only had a cell phone. If he gave her his number, his identity would be exposed. p
"Can't I leave a phone number from another place? Don't tell me that I can't contact you after you leave Beijing? Yeah, I know that in your heart, I'm just an actress. I don't deserve to be your friend … "
Song Ziyi's singing and acting were excellent. She shed tears without hesitation. Her pitiful look made Ding Ning feel very distressed. He had an idea and said, "Don't cry, okay? It's not that I don't want to leave you my phone number, but I didn't bring the phone number of my hometown. I'm going to get a local phone number in Yan Jing tomorrow and then tell you." p
"You, really? You're not lying to me? " p
Song Ziyi asked with tearful eyes and pouted her lips. p
"Honestly, of course it's true. I don't have to lie to you, right? I'm proud to be able to be friends with the Great Empress Song. How could I lie to you?" p
Ding Ning said sincerely, but he felt ashamed in his heart. "Sorry, Song Ziyi, I can't get involved in love affairs anymore. When I leave Yan Jing, we will go our separate ways." p
There were still tears on Song Ziyi's face. She looked straight at him as if she was trying to figure out whether he was telling the truth or not. Ding Ning felt uncomfortable under her gaze. He gave a hollow laugh and said, "Think about it. You haven't terminated your contract with Star Art. How can I leave without worry? I planned to call you tomorrow morning. I know your phone number." p
"How do I know my phone number?" p
Song Ziyi opened her mouth in shock and asked in disbelief. p
"Uh, I know if I want to know. If you don't believe me, I can tell you. Your phone number is 139." p
Ding Ning felt very tired. People really shouldn't lie. Often, a lie had to be covered up with thousands of lies. He couldn't tell Song Ziyi that he got his phone number from Jenny, could he? p
"You have a conscience. I'm leaving. Call me tomorrow. Good night." p
Song Ziyi immediately believed him. She wiped her tears and smiled coquettishly. She gently closed the car door, happily clasped her hands behind her back, and left happily like a little girl. p
Ding Ning rubbed his face gloomily and muttered in a low voice, "I have been very low-key. I have pretended to be like this. Why do I still attract so many girls? Alas, my charm is too great. It's really troublesome." p
In the dark, as the Hummer went away, the smile on Song Ziyi's face gradually faded. She murmured with blurred eyes, "Ning Ding, I seem to like you. What should I do?" p
"Ziyi, I'm sorry. I can't let them down." p
Ding Ning murmured in the car, but there was an inexplicable pain in his heart. p
What Song Ziyi didn't know was that a Magic Mosquito had been secretly protecting her. Ding Ning knew her every word and action clearly. p
It was already past one o'clock in the morning when he returned to Yan Jing Hotel. Ding Ning opened the door in a bad mood, but was surprised to find that the money bag was not in the room. p
The spiritual connection showed that the money bag lived with Wen Rourou and the other two girls, which made Ding Ning feel very gratified. "This girl seems to be a little more sensible now and doesn't stick to me anymore, which is a good thing. After all, even if her IQ is that of a child, her body is that of a big girl. It is also a great torture for me to sleep with a young man like me all day long." p
But he had to admit that habit was really a terrible thing. Since Money Bag didn't sleep with him, he tossed and turned until the sky was almost bright and he couldn't fall asleep. In the end, he simply didn't sleep and simply sat cross-legged to meditate and began to cultivate. p
On the 9th of the next day, it was the appointed day with Xiang Tiange of the National Warrior's Mansion. Ding Ning washed up early in the morning. After having breakfast with the four girls, he went straight to Mount Yan under their resentful gazes. p
Probably only Yagyuu Asamayu was the happiest. She wished that Ding Ning would not be with them all day long, so that she did not have to work so hard to pretend to be a mentally retarded child, lest he would see through her. p
The Mount Yan mountain range was one of the famous mountain ranges in the north of China, located 40 kilometers southwest of Yan Jing City. It was dangerous, beautiful, strange, and majestic. The water in the mountain flowed continuously all year round, and the stream roared in the mountains and valleys. With the reeds beside the stream, it created the charm of the Jiangnan region in the north and made people feel more beautiful. p
The Cloud Dream Mountain in the Mount Yan mountain range was more than 1,400 meters above sea level, with beautiful scenery and pleasant temperature. The top of the mountain was rarely visited because it was covered with clouds and mist all year round, and the National Warrior's Mansion was located on the top of the Cloud Dream Mountain. p
Because the top of the mountain was steep and difficult to walk, the winding road went straight to the mountainside, so Ding Ning could only abandon the car and walk along a winding path leading to the top of the mountain on foot. p
As he got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, the terrain became steeper and steeper. The surrounding mist blocked his vision, and the winding path stopped abruptly. Ordinary people could hardly walk here, and only martial artists could continue to move forward. p
Ding Ning guessed that this should be the intention of the National Warrior's Mansion to prevent tourists from trespassing the National Warrior's Mansion by mistake. Otherwise, it would be useless to explain to tourists who trespassed by mistake every day. p
"The visitor is Doctor Ding." p
When Ding Ning was relaxed and happy and breathing the fresh air, a clear man's voice broke the silence in the mountain. p
"Yes, may I ask who you are?" p
Hearing the voice, Ding Ning looked over and saw a figure flashing in the mist more than ten meters away. This man was in his early thirties, with a medium build and a cold face. He wore a white exercise suit and exuded a sharp aura, like a sword out of its sheath. At this moment, he was looking at him attentively. When he saw that Ding Ning walked here without blushing or panting, without even a drop of sweat, and his clothes were neat and tidy, and he didn't look embarrassed at all, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. p
Then he remembered that this man could persist for so long under the siege of the Corpse-driven Sect and the Demon Cult, so he must also be a martial artist with good cultivation. This simple mountain road was naturally not a problem for him, so he immediately felt relieved. p
But when he remembered that Seventh Martial Uncle said that Ding Ning had lost an arm and a leg, but he had recovered to be no different from ordinary people in just three days, he paid more attention to Ding Ning. Immediately, he squeezed out a smile and said, "I'm Qisha from the National Warrior's Mansion, and I was ordered to bring Doctor Ding into the mansion!" p
"Hello, Brother Qisha!" p
Ding Ning cupped his hands to salute, but he secretly cursed, "Oh, Qisha, Ravenous Wolf, and Pooler? What a joke!" p
"Doctor Ding, please follow me. Remember, follow me closely and don't go wrong. There is a tactical matrix here. If you take a wrong step, you will return to the original place." p
Qisha reminded him with a serious look, and his tone was a little proud. p
"Then, please lead the way, Brother Qisha." p
Although Ding Ning didn't take it seriously in his heart, he didn't want to expose that he was proficient in tactical matrices, so he cupped his hands to salute and followed Qisha closely. p
Qisha became famous at a young age and became a strong Great Grandmaster in his early thirties. Naturally, he was proud and arrogant. Ding Ning was quite dissatisfied with his Martial Uncle's great praise, so he deliberately wanted to test him. He walked very fast, wanting to see how fast Ding Ning was. If Ding Ning couldn't keep up, he would go one more time at most. p
Ding Ning wanted to keep a low profile, but he saw Qisha deliberately quicken his pace. Although he was not slow, he couldn't catch up with the speed of a Great Grandmaster. Of course, if he spread his wings, he could definitely keep up, but he couldn't expose the secret that he had bone wings at will. In addition, the surrounding mist limited his vision, so he lost Qisha in the blink of an eye. p
This made him very unhappy. He came to the National Warrior's Mansion because he was invited by Xiang Tiange. Anyway, he was a guest, but Qisha, a greeter, didn't lead the way. Wasn't he deliberately making things difficult for him? p
Thinking of this, Ding Ning snorted coldly, moved his feet, and went deep into the Maze Matrix. In just a few steps, he took a shortcut and got ahead of Qisha. p
From Qisha's cautious attitude, he could see that he just memorized the way to pass through the Maze Matrix and didn't master the Maze Matrix. p
This guy had never been a very generous person. It was okay that he got ahead of Qisha, but he deliberately hid in the Maze Matrix, leaned against a big bluestone, and leisurely crossed his legs. He wanted to see how Qisha would explain it to Xiang Tiange later. p
Although Qisha left Ding Ning far behind, he had always been paying attention to his movements. Seeing that Ding Ning only walked a few dozen meters and got into the Maze Matrix by mistake, he couldn't help but shake his head. "This guy's speed is really not good, and I lost him so easily." p
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