When the vase hits the shadow queen [GL]

Under the water, the white skirt winds like flowing clouds, surrounding Shen Youqing and Zhao Ningxi. Shen Youqing in a black dress, like a fallen angel breaking into the white clouds, is bringing the holy angel into hell with a kiss .

Obviously...

In the eyes of fans, Zhao Ningxi is the one who clings to Shen Youqing.

However, from this photo, people feel inexplicably that Shen Youqing is the one who involved Zhao Ningxi in his own world.

The program team made a photo album of the photos and sent them to the two.

Zhao Ningxi smiled while holding the photo album: "Our wedding photos have been taken in advance."

Shen Youqing wrapped her in his arms: "Then I saved a lot of money."

Zhao Ningxi was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she said angrily, "You are actually saving money?"

"How is it possible." Shen Youqing kissed her: "How can one set of wedding photos be enough? One set in the water, another set on the shore, one set on the mountain, one set in the city, one set in the amusement park, and one set this year , One set next year...an extra set will be taken on every Friday, and two more sets will be taken on every tenth..."

"Who wants to take so many photos with you?" Zhao Ningxi was very happy to be coaxed by her. After all, which girl doesn't want to be able to preserve the memories of herself and her loved one every year, but she still said stubbornly: "It's enough to shoot one set, why waste it so much, besides, you don't necessarily have time every year..."

Shen Youqing: "That's not sure."

The wedding photos taken by the two of them on the show stimulated Yao Hong. Originally, the two decided to travel around the world first and then come back to take wedding photos to prepare for the wedding. After seeing the wedding photos of Shen Youqing and Zhao Ningxi, Yao Hong directly hired a The shooting team followed in the footsteps of the two people traveling and photographed the entire journey along the way.

This was a lot of expenses, and Song Wenhui, who was used to being frugal, felt very distressed by the money Yao Hong had spent.

"Is it good for the two of us to take pictures together soon?" She didn't think it was necessary to hire a special team to follow up the shoot, not to mention the cost of hiring the team. After just a few more people, the cost of the entire trip doubled: "You refunded, refunded, it's a waste of money."

Regarding her thoughts, Yao Hong only felt distressed.

She didn't feel that Song Wenhui was against herself by rejecting her, because she clearly knew the trajectory of Song Wenhui's growth and how she got to where she is today.

I raised my daughter alone and worked hard in big cities with my children, so I got used to breaking one cent into two cents...

However, Song Wenhui in memory is obviously not like this.

At the age of 16, she would save her breakfast money just for a luminescent hair flower in the night market—now Song Wenhui, under the torment of time, resists all good things, Yao Hong buys her gifts, Even though she is happy on the surface, she still dislikes the things Yao Hong bought that are flashy and have no practical value.

But the practical value of many things lies in its beauty.

"Put on this skirt." Yao Hong pulled out a bright red skirt from the shelf and handed it to Song Wenhui.

The latter didn't even look at the style of the skirt, but when he saw the color, his expression changed: "Oh, I'm already old, why do I wear such a red skirt? These are skirts worn by young people."

Yao Hong frowned, she was wearing a long dark red dress, she asked: "Don't you think I don't look good in a red dress because of my green paint?"

"I'm not talking about you," Song Wenhui explained anxiously, "I just don't think this dress suits me."

Yao Hong said: "You haven't even worn it, how do you know it's not suitable for you?"

The Chinese shopping guide on the side enthusiastically said: "Madam, you have a fair complexion, and you will look very elegant in this red dress. You have to trust this lady's vision."

Song Wenhui held the skirt with hesitation on her face.

"Our fitting room is right here." The salesperson made a gesture of invitation: "You go this way."

Yao Hong quickly answered the next sentence: "I'll wait for you right here."

When Song Wenhui faced the shopping guide in the clothing store, she always seemed very weak.

In the past, when the family had no money, she had to raise Zhao Ningxi by herself, saving food and expenses. The clothes on her body were either eliminated by this colleague or given to her by that colleague who didn't fit. In short, her clothes can be seen at a glance. dire economic conditions.After all, women love beauty. Occasionally, Song Wenhui will go to a clothing store, choose some beautiful clothes that she can’t afford, try them on in the clothing store, and look at herself wearing new clothes in the mirror, as if she really owns them. Same as this beautiful dress.

But not every shop will condone her behavior. Most of the shopping guides in clothing stores either ignore her and treat her coldly when they see her attire, or they pretend to be casually arranging their clothes while turning a corner. Some scolded her for coming to the store to take advantage.

Over time, Song Wenhui developed a resistance to things like shopping.

Even though she has money later, she can wrap up all the clothes in a store with her hand, but she is still not used to going out to buy clothes by herself, as long as the shopping guide greets her, she will think of the humiliation she has suffered.

Yao Hong has discovered this problem a long time ago, but escaping is never the solution.

Ignoring Song Wenhui's eyes asking for help, Yao Hong let her be led into a fitting room by the shopping guide.

Yao Hong's fingertips slid across the hangers, and the hangers made a crisp sound when they collided. The shopping guide greeted warmly: "The latest clothes we launched this season are very suitable for your temperament. I think you You can try..."

"No need." Yao Hong interrupted her: "I haven't seen anything I particularly want for now."

The shopping guide tactfully restrained the enthusiasm on his face, and stood aside with a cute smile, allowing Yao Hong's long fingers to move over their expensive clothes one by one.

In their business, the most important thing is to have eyesight. You can often tell who has money and who has no money the moment you enter the store.

Although the clothes on Yao Hong and Song Wenhui cannot be seen from the brand, but in terms of fabric and texture, they are obviously not clothes that can be made by ordinary brands, and the bags in their hands have no logo or brand in a conspicuous place However, the shopping guide who memorizes the various high-end brands recognizes at a glance that this is the latest model placed in the counter of country F. Currently, it only accepts reservations, and it is not that ordinary people cannot get the goods at all.

What's more, Yao Hong has the temperament of being used to being a rich wife, or the temperament of a rich man. When her eyes pass by the clothes on the shelves, it is no different from looking at the clothes on the street stalls in the night market.

After a while, a head poked out from the fitting room.

"Xiaohong, Xiaohong, come here quickly..."

Yao Hong walked over, still carrying their bags in his hands: "What's wrong?"

Song Wenhui looked embarrassed: "Can I change a skirt?"

The expression on her face made Yao Hong understand the reason instantly. She took off the skirt very quickly. At that time, Song Wenhui was still looking at other places and didn't notice the style of the skirt. If I remember correctly, this skirt should be a sleeveless design with a large open back.

Song Wenhui has a beautiful back, even though she hasn't been able to see her wearing that skirt with her own eyes, when Yao Hong saw that skirt, she had already imagined how beautiful she would be when she put it on .

Yao Hong pretended to be confused: "Is the skirt size not suitable?"

Song Wenhui shook her head: "No."

"What is that?" Yao Hong acted as if you had to tell me a reason, otherwise she would never let you change: "This dress is very suitable for you, and you will definitely look beautiful when you wear it."

Song Wenhui bit her lip, her childish gesture made Yao Hong want to kiss her very much—if it wasn't in public.

Although the two have obtained a marriage certificate, Song Wenhui is still not used to being intimate with her in front of outsiders. In fact, even when they are together, they are very restrained—Yao Hong is not right. Song Wenhui has no desire, but she knows that the two of them got married too hastily, and it's not yet time to proceed.

Yao Hong moved a step, covered Song Wenhui's exposure from the crack of the door with her own body, deliberately pretended not to understand what she meant, and continued to ask: "Is it not easy to wear, do you want me to come in?" help you."

"No, no, no." She took off her clothes just now, she had the nerve to let Yao Hong in, so she shook her head like a rattle, she hesitated for a long time, seeing that the shopping guide didn't look in this direction, she cautiously said: "This The skirt is too revealing, please change it for me."

"Where is it exposed?" Yao Hong pretended to be puzzled.

Song Wenhui only thought that she didn't notice the shape of the back when she picked out the skirt, and said shyly, "The back is completely empty, not even a lace."

After being with Yao Hong, Song Wenhui gradually became able to accept those see-through clothes, but it was really difficult for her to accept putting a whole piece of her back on the outside.

Yao Hong said: "I don't believe it, I'll come in and have a look."

The innocent Song Wenhui didn't know how deep her tricks were, so she quickly pushed against the door: "Wait a minute, I'll go and give you the skirt."

Yao Hong nodded, but the moment she turned to get the skirt, she opened the door and slipped in, all in one go.

Song Wenhui was startled, and was so frightened that she quickly covered herself with the skirt she held in her hand: "What are you doing?"

"I'll come in and take a look." Yao Hong said as a matter of course: "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you when you wear so many."

It's reasonable to think about it, but outside, Song Wenhui is always a little bit reluctant to let go, but after Yao Hong said this, Song Wenhui thought for a while, if an ordinary same-sex friend was here, would she be included as a reference to the clothes? ——The answer is yes.

If Yao Hong and she didn't confess their feelings, they took a bath together, fell asleep, and changed clothes in front of each other, she didn't feel any embarrassment at all, but after the two were really together, these things were normal between the same sex. Getting along with each other became inexplicably strange.

She finally handed over the skirt in her hand: "Look, the whole piece is exposed."

Yao Hong took the skirt, but her eyes didn't fall on the skirt.

Zhao Ningxi is a landlubber who doesn't know how to swim at all. As her mother, Song Wenhui has good water skills. After the two are together, Yao Hong doesn't like to dance in the square. Jumping around—not to mention because of her outstanding appearance, she will be invited by several different uncles from time to time, and she was once a thorn in the side of many square dance aunts.

In the end, Yao Hong got a gym card. Song Wenhui didn't like that kind of strength training, but liked swimming. The muscles are very smooth, and at first glance, it is completely impossible to tell that this is the figure that a woman in her 40s would have.

Zhao Ningxi's whiteness is hereditary, and may be influenced by her father's genes. Even if her whiteness is maintained by expensive cosmetics, it is far less natural than Song Wenhui's fairness. From face to neck to arms, thighs, The white and tender color is very pleasing, she is wearing a complete set of white underwear, and under Yao Hong's naked gaze, her entire skin quickly turns crimson.

"What do you see me doing?" She blushed and asked softly.

"Look at you." Yao Hong said with a smile: "As long as I think that such a beautiful woman is my wife, I feel that I will make a lot of money in this life."

"Who is your wife, don't talk nonsense."

Yao Hong was startled and said, "Could it be that after receiving the marriage certificate, it's still not my wife?"

"Of course not." Although at first I was a little excited because of the marriage certificate, but apart from legally changing the relationship between the two, the daily relationship between the two did not change much. , Song Wenhui gradually didn't take the marriage certificate seriously. She blushed and lowered her head and said, "Again, I didn't do anything..."

As soon as Song Wenhui finished speaking, Yao Hong moved closer to her in an instant, causing her to take a step back in fright, and leaned against the wall of the fitting room: "You, what are you doing..."

"You said I didn't do anything?" Yao Hong raised the corners of her lips, her smile was a bit evil: "Do you want me to do something to you..."

"Yeah. It's not...um."

Being short is hereditary, Zhao Ningxi is short, and Song Wenhui is not that tall either.

Although Yao Hong is not as outstanding among the actresses in the entertainment industry as Shen Youqing is, she still has an absolute height advantage in front of Song Wenhui.

Song Wenhui was held in her arms, like a well-behaved little rabbit, who could only be forced to greet her kisses.

It's not that the two have never kissed before, but the previous kisses were limited to a simple kiss, rather than a kiss. Yao Hong has never dared to do too much for fear of scaring Song Wenhui, but this time , Outside the door are shopping guides and customers walking around, and inside the door are two people kissing together passionately.

Song Wenhui's entire head was dizzy, and her legs and feet were weak, so she could only be forced to lean against the wall. If Yao Hong stretched out her legs and pressed between her legs, she might have slipped to the ground go.

The kiss at the beginning was very strong, like a violent storm, it fell on Song Wenhui's lips roughly, biting, tossing and turning, she was so painful being sucked by Yao Hong, but she could only spit out a little moan from her throat to express herself protest.

Gradually, her kiss softened, like a sudden rain, full of tenderness and love for the rose left in the storm.

Her lips are beautiful, and Zhao Ningxi, who is rated as a template for plastic surgery, has a mother who is also like a template.

The lips were very soft, like jelly, Yao Hong licked them softly, and Song Wenhui even lost her mind.

Yao Hong's technique is really good, how can she persuade her not to buy that dress, it's a bit too revealing...

"You're not paying attention." Yao Hong's hoarse voice sounded, and as soon as she raised her head, she met Yao Hong's eyes, and those eyes were dizzy with layers of ripples, how to touch the deep sea in the dark night, mixed with The love affair seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

She was fascinated by these eyes.

Unable to restrain herself, Song Wenhui stretched out her hand to touch those eyes.

Yao Hong was amused by her action, and she chuckled softly. Only then did Song Wenhui realize what she had done, and before breaking free from her embrace, Yao Hong's kiss fell again.

The petals of the peach blossom fell into the Tan water, and the long-silent pool water suddenly rippled with layers of ripples.

Yao Hong's aura was extremely aggressive, and Song Wenhui felt as if her whole body was wrapped in her aura, she was in her mind, and she was also in her chest.

The heart was pounding and beating non-stop, and the time seemed to flow back to the time when I was 16 years old in a flash.

"Song Wenhui, you actually accepted a love letter?!" The girl with a high ponytail looked at her angrily while holding up a pink envelope.

At that moment, panic flashed in my heart, as if I had been caught by my parents for doing something wrong, Song Wenhui bit her lip and calmed down secretly: "I don't know what's going on, it should be someone else put it on my desk. in the hole."

"Then do you want to watch it?" Yao Hong stared at her covetously.

"Of course I have to read it." Song Wenhui said as a matter of course: "I at least need to know who it is so that I can return this letter."

"If you still want to return it, I will let you return it."

Yao Hong's movements were fast, and she tore the envelope in her hand to pieces, and then threw it out of the window. The broken pieces of love letters turned into white feathers and flew in the air. It is so big that it floats across the playground.

"What are you doing?!" Song Wenhui didn't understand why she did this, and asked loudly, but the girl with the high ponytail jumped off the stool she was stepping on, sat back in her seat, put her hands in front of the table, Then he turned to look at her proudly.

This love letter floating on the playground was finally picked up by the principal. Because of Song Wenhui's name, she was fined to sweep the entire playground in the name of littering.

"It's all your fault." Song Wenhui looked at the huge playground and complained, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have to sweep such a big playground."

Yao Hong was very unconvinced: "Who told you to accept the love letter?"

Song Wenhui turned her head away from her and went to the other side with a broom.

The cold war between the two is like the chirping of cicadas in summer, full of dryness,

Yao Hong felt that she was justified, so even if she was extremely unhappy, she never bowed her head first. Song Wenhui felt that she was too kind to Yao Hong, and every time she apologized first, so that the other party lost her sense of proportion, and let her try herself Ignore her taste.

However, she did not regress, and Yao Hong also clung to her pride.

If one person secretly looks at another person during class, it is obvious that the other person's eyes are also on the other person's body, but when she looks over, he turns his head pretending to be proud, pretending that he is not looking at her.

Both of them were full of irritability, but neither of them wanted to speak first.

Until Song Wenhui found a love letter secretly put in by a male classmate in Yao Hong's book cave.

As if she had grasped Yao Hong's handle, she proudly took out the love letter, and when Yao Hong returned to the classroom, she tore it up in front of her face: "Didn't you tear my things? Tore yours too."

Instead of being angry as imagined, Yao Hong seemed very happy, and the complacency on Song Wenhui's face gradually disappeared in her smile.

The summer wind blew in from the window, bringing with it a piece of verdant fallen leaves, which fluttered on the extremely clean floor.

Yao Hong rushed over happily and hugged Song Wenhui: "I'm so happy, you don't like me receiving a love letter either. Huihui, let's be good friends for life, no one should get married, and no one should be with other people , we’ll just be each other’s friends, just the two of us.”

"When you tore up my love letter." After being released, Song Wenhui lowered her head and asked softly, "Did you just like me?"

"Isn't it?" Yao Hong asked back.

Song Wenhui's eyes were red.

She couldn't explain why, but suddenly, boundless grievances flooded up.

Although Yao Hong always said on Weibo that the two of them had a relationship since childhood, she always thought it was just a simple friendship at that time.

But recalling it now, if it was just friendship, why would she be so angry when Yao Hong received the love letter, as if her most important thing was about to be taken away by others.And... when Yao Hong was tearing up the love letter someone gave her back then, she actually had a faint sense of joy in her heart, but her rationality realized that this joy was wrong, so she used anger to help her cover it up.

Her eyes were slightly red, scaring Yao Hong.

"What's wrong, did it hurt you?"

Song Wenhui touched her lips, then took a deep breath, no wonder she felt her lips were numb, it turned out that they were really swollen from being kissed.

Facing her condemning gaze, Yao Hong's eyes began to drift, pretending that he didn't see anything.

Song Wenhui sighed, this person has been like this since childhood, what else can he do with her.

But in her heart, she silently sighed that this life might be over.

The rest of my life will be planted on this person.

Under Song Wenhui's strong protest, Yao Hong still didn't let her wear the skirt out, but after going out, she asked the shopping guide to pack the skirt.

Love is always selfish. Before Song Wenhui put on the skirt, she thought about how beautiful she would be in it. However, when she really wanted to wear it, Yao Hong regretted it.

She was unwilling to share every inch of Song Wenhui's skin with others, even the gaze of her eyes, so she asked the shopping guide to pack the skirt with a playful smile, while teasing her in Song Wenhui's ear, waiting for her to go back and wear it for herself look.

Song Wenhui stared at her: "You think beautifully."

However, at night, Yao Hong was reading a book, and when she looked up, she saw Song Wenhui wearing a daytime red dress, awkwardly stepping on a pair of red high-heeled shoes, looking at her shyly: "Does this really look good? "

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