Chapter 410 Cognition of the strong

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Ding Ning wants more reason, and can't help himself from the heart. This war totem doesn't know how to make it clear, and the harmed one wastes a few days.
Back to the Shengshi Huating, Xiahou couldn't wait to get into the auxiliary building next to the main building, which was equipped with an independent practice room. It is estimated that he would not sleep at night to try to practice.
Ding Ning noticed that her bedroom had a slight sleepy sound, and it was a warmth in her heart. It must be the snow falling. This girl was worried about herself, waiting for herself to fall asleep.
Fearing to wake her up, Ding Ning slammed into the room, and did not open, a water purifier on the body, wash the dust on his body, carefully put the bed jade in his arms.
The person in his arms slept very sweetly, and he fell asleep on his body like an eight-footed spider.
Ding Ning is full of warmth, but the whole person is a stalemate. The light of the snow in the spirit of the sea is clearly in the next room. The person in the arms may have her, and the hand that climbs the peak is taken away with the electric shock.
If you are poured out of a cold water like a pocket of desire, the heart secretly complained, God, not falling snow, turned out to be a sister, count this time, it is the second time to my sister's chest.
I have the heart to get up, but my sister is already asleep at the moment, so that he does not dare to move, lest she wake her up even more embarrassed, can only let her soft and mature Jiaotu snuggle in his arms, secretly run "Bodhi Heart", enter The heart is like the state of cultivation of water.
Nothing in the night, when Ding Ning opened her eyes in the morning, her sister didn't know when she had left, letting him secretly sigh, but when he thought of the scene last night, he would let his face burn hot.
"Brother, it's time to get up."
Falling snow is done early, carefully drilling into the room, whispering to Ding Ning who closes his eyes.
However, he was suddenly pulled to the bed by a big hand. During this time, Ding Ning avoided his sister's embarrassment, but it was very hard to bear. This early morning was the most masculine moment, and he could hold back, suddenly filled with room temperature. Spring is infinite.
"Brother, my relatives are coming."
A whisper of a flushed snow, like a clear sky, so that Ding Ning is like a thunder, wanting to cry without tears, the whole person is paralyzed.
What's special, this is still alive, and it's hard to catch the chance that my sister is not at home. I want to steal a love, but the red light is high, which makes him discouraged.
Snow fell lightly on the lips, softly said: "Brother, or I will help you."
"Forget it, get up early and eat."
Ding Ning pityed the head of the fallen snow, and refused to force the spirit.
"Oh, yes, Ling Shu called me and said that the restaurant has been renovated. I want to go over it today. You said it is good."
Falling snow carefully observed his look, lest he was not happy.
"Okay, wait for me to accompany you."
Ding Ning knows that falling snow is boring at home all day, cooking is her biggest hobby, he naturally will not stop, said with a smile.
"Brother, you are so good."
The snow fell brightly, and a kiss like a water on his lips leaped out like a happy butterfly, screaming like a silver bell.
Ding Ning showed a hint of tenderness and warmth in his eyes, shouting loudly: "Slow down, don't fall."
Downstairs, twelve pretty little nannies look at each other, a small nanny Xiahe whispered enviously: "The feelings of the young master and the second lady are really good. If I have such a painful brother, I will be fine."
"The feelings of Missy and Young Master are also very good."
Another nanny Qiuju said that he was not convinced.
"The feelings of Missy and Young Master are good, but they are always a bit like, not like Miss Two and the young master. It is like a couple."
Xia He has big eyes and is very wise.
"Hey, Xia He, what are you talking about, if you let Zhang Guanjia know that you are chewing on the back of your tongue, you have to deduct your salary."
A small nanny who had made a good deal with her, her face changed, and her mouth was warned.
"I know!"
Xia Hexin had a lingering look at the unhappy or not slow, and the Zhang Guanjia who walked in the footsteps, the heart had a lingering spit and spit out the tongue.
When they came here as babysitters, they didn’t just want to earn a few more money. Zhang Guanjia’s lifeline was their own lifeline. They took the salary and said things, and they managed to let them die. I am afraid and respectful.
It’s just that the little nannies are surprised that Zhang Guanjia, who has always been rigid and unspeakable, has a smile like a spring breeze. It seems that he is in a good mood, and even the voice is softer: "Is the young master up?"
"The young master is washing, and when he waits, he will come down with Miss Two."
Xia He replied respectfully.
Zhang Guanjia waved his hand: "Go and go."
"Yes!"
Twelve nannies were eccentric, but did not dare to ask more questions.
"Qiu Ju, what do you say about Zhang Guanjia today? It looks like a good mood."
Xia He is a small eight-year-old woman. She just whispered when she left the building to clean up.
Qiuju reveals a thoughtful color: "Last night, an old foreign devil sent Missy back. I went to open the door with Zhang Guanjia. When Zhang Guanjia saw the old foreign devil, his expression was very excited, as if he knew him. I don't know if it is related to this."
"Old foreign devils? What kind of old foreign devil?"
Xia He suddenly flashed his eyes and broke the casserole to ask the end.
"I don't know how to say it. Anyway, I feel that the old foreign devil and Zhang Guanjia are a bit like they are wearing a serious, manner, manners and demeanor like a gentleman."
Qiuju scratched her head in distress. "I can't say it, it's like what Zhang Zhangjia said all day..."
"Aristocratic etiquette?"
Xiahe blurted out and debuted.
"The right pair is the aristocratic etiquette. The old foreign devil looks like an aristocrat. He also talked with Zhang Guanjia a few words. You don't know, Zhang Guanjia's excited old face is laughing and the attitude of the foreign devil is better. Missy is also respectful."
Qiu Ju nodded and nodded, and said: "I heard that Zhang Guanjia used to be a housekeeper in a foreign aristocratic family. Will that foreign devil be not his former master?"
Xiahe’s mouth glimpsed, full of malicious speculation:
I heard that Zhang Guanjia has no children, do you say that he will be the same with foreign devils?

"Which?" Qiu Ju asked with a ignorant look.
Xia Heyi smiled and whispered something in her ear. Qiuju shyly flushed her face and scorned: "You are a dead Nizi, don't talk nonsense, let Zhang Guanjia hear, Be careful to tear your broken mouth."
Xia He spit out his tongue. "If he is not an old lover with a foreign devil, you say how excited he is to see a foreign devil, and he is still in a good mood today."
"Hey, the young master is early."
Qiuju's face changed, and he quickly licked Xia He's arm.
Xia He looked up and saw that Ding Ning seemed to smile and smile. He suddenly jumped in his heart and quickly turned a blessing: "Young Master!"
"early!"
Ding Ning and Yan returned with a bang, and passed them to the downstairs.
Just as Xia He was relieved, the voice of the young master suddenly sounded in his mind: "Little Xiahe, not so gossip in the future, it is very rude to behave in the back of others."
Xia He was a stunned look, and suddenly turned his head and saw that the young master had not returned. He was walking towards the table, and Zhang Guanjia was attentively helping him to open the chair.
"Xiahe, what's wrong with you? Go!"
Qiuju’s face was stunned and she lost her soul and lost her life. She didn’t know why she was so happy.
"Qiu Ju, have you heard the young master talk?"
Xia’s throat swallowed and asked with a look of a ghost.
"No, the young man didn't talk, Xiahe, what's wrong with you today? Is it uncomfortable?"
Qiu Ju reached out and touched her forehead. "Not hot."
"Oh, I am fine, it may be an illusion!"
Xia Hesi did not belong to the head, and her heart was shocked to the extreme. She believed that she had never heard the mistake. The handsome young man was actually able to speak in her mind. It was terrible.
Ding Ning, while eating early, looked at today's newspaper, and casually asked Zhang Guanjia, who was standing beside him and saying nothing: "Zhang Bo, is there something?"
"Young Master, Missy said that you know Holman?"
Zhang Guanjia was somewhat cramped and smashed his hand, so that one person who asked his own person with the etiquette standards of the nobility could see how excited and embarrassing he was.
"Holman?"
Ding Ning groaned, stopped the action in his hand, looked at his fanatical eyes, and suddenly understood why Xiahe would chew his ear behind him. This is clearly the feeling that fans will see when they see idols. I know, what happened?"
"That, young master, can you please do something, help me to sign a Holman general manager."
Zhang Guanjia is like a primary school student who sees a teacher. His old face is reddish and he is a little embarrassed.
"What? Are you a fan of Holman?"
Ding Ning has never seen such a Zhang Bo, can not help but joking.
Zhang Guanjia smiled a little embarrassedly, and his eyes showed a fascinating color of worship: "When I studied etiquette at the English Aristocratic Etiquette School 40 years ago, Holman was the honorary principal of our school. I had the good fortune. His aristocratic etiquette class, he has become my only idol since then, for more than 40 years, I did not expect to see him again last night, and I have a cordial conversation with me, excited me I didn't sleep well all night. I didn't expect that after so many years, he still has the same style, and nothing changed 40 years ago."
"Hey, you still have this source, but you said that he hasn't changed for more than 40 years. Isn't it possible? How can it be old if it is better?"
Ding Ning thought that Zhang Guanjia had a special liking for idols, so he flattered him and smiled.
"No, no, I will never be wrong. He did it more than forty years ago. It hasn't changed at all."
Zhang Guanjia stunned, and he said with certainty, and then there was a suspicion in his eyes: "You don't say that I haven't thought about it yet, this is really strange. I dare to use my reputation guarantee. I will never remember correctly. He was the same figure more than forty years ago, and there was no change at all. Otherwise, I would recognize him last night."
Ding Ning stunned, if it was as Zhang said, more than 40 years ago, Holman was sixty or seventy years old. Forty years have passed. Is he now at least a hundred years old?
The next words of the manager can make his heart more shocking, realizing that he is still underestimating the true strength of Holman: "I remember that Holman was a teenager older than the current Queen of England."
Ding Ning had previously noticed that Holman had an extraordinary skill. Even he could not see his strength. It was probably a master-level powerhouse. However, it was normal for the imperial English royal family to have a master. He did not go to the heart, but now I want to It seems that this platinum manager is not easy.