Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

At 06:30 in the morning, Ouyang Fei knocked on the door of Shang Qinghui's room. After knocking for a long time, Shang Qinghui opened the door wrapped in a quilt.

She didn't even open her eyes, she was in a dazed state, and the tiredness on her face made one suspect that she hadn't slept all night.

Ouyang Fei immediately frowned: "What did you do to sneak around last night? Did you stay up all night?"

I don't know which word stabbed Shang Qinghui, she was extremely sleepy and suddenly regained her spirits, stood up straight with her body leaning against the door frame as if she had no bones, and said unconvinced: "Don't talk nonsense, you can Don’t look at what time it is, it’s not even dawn yet.”

In winter, the nights are long and the days are short, and the sky at this point is not yet clear.

Ouyang Fei didn't care about her excuse: "Didn't I see you sleepy like this in the past?" Thinking of her, she lowered her voice: "Didn't you go to Bian Yingning's place last night? What did you do? What time did you go to sleep?"

Shang Qinghui suddenly felt uncomfortable, and shrank back into the quilt again: "What can I do, just play with my phone, and then go back to sleep."

Weird.

Wherever you play with your mobile phone, it's almost the same with her.

This bumpkin, as if he had never seen a umbilical nail, was speechless.

Thinking about it, the bases of the ears wrapped in the quilt quietly became red hot.

Ouyang Fei wanted to say something more, but the door next door opened with a squeak, and Bian Yingning, who was neatly dressed and energetic, came out, and saw the two smiling brightly: "Morning, Auntie!"

When it was over, he looked at Shang Qinghui, who was in stark contrast to her and was sluggish: "Sister Anhui, good morning~"

Shang Qinghui's fist holding the quilt hardened.

Fell her head, she is the younger sister!

Also, this person's time flows a little slower than hers, right?

Everyone only slept for three or two hours, why did she look like she had slept for ten years?

"Morning, Ning Ning." Ouyang Fei quickly replied: "Ning Ning is amazing, she got up so early, and your mommy is still washing up."

Bian Yingning nodded, her eyes hadn't moved away from Shang Qinghui, she asked in a puzzled manner: "What's the matter, sister Anhui hasn't woken up yet? Is it because I'm not used to sleeping on the bed?"

She also deliberately prolonged the words "Sister Anhui", so she managed to see that Shang Qinghui's eyes were burning.

"Isn't that right? I don't know what she did last night. Take a look at your sister Ningning, and then at you. Hurry up and wash up and get dressed. We're going to morning class."

In contrast, Ouyang Fei was not satisfied with what her daughter thought.

Sure enough, other people's children are the children they want.

Shang Qinghui was so angry that she couldn't speak, she closed the door with a bang, turned around and went into the room to wash.

Ouyang Fei was almost pissed off by her, looked at the closed door and smiled coquettishly at Bian Yingning: "Look at her, she's still angry after a few words."

Bian Yingning put on a well-educated and sensible look: "Where, Anhui should just wake up too early and feel uncomfortable.

No matter how you say it, this place is no better than home. The environment suddenly changed, so I'm sure I didn't sleep well. I just squinted a few times last night. "

"Auntie, why don't you go to the morning class with my mother first. Anhui is familiar with this place. I'll wait for her and just go there with her in a while."

Ouyang Fei glanced at the time, and it happened that Bian's mother had washed up at this time, and the two of them went there first.

The father and son of the Shang family and Bian Jiageng got up earlier, they got up at five o'clock to experience ringing the bell, and now they don't know where they are. Once they left, only Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui were left in the wing room here.

Shang Qingfen didn't bolt the door, but just covered it up.

Bian Yingning pushed the door and went in, then bolted the door behind her back.

The layout of her wing room is similar to that of her own, and it can be seen at a glance. There is no one in the room, so it should be in the toilet.

The quilt she had just put on was now thrown on the bed. The charcoal fire had been burned overnight, and the temperature in the room had dropped a bit.

Bian Yingning sat down on her bed, obviously it was the same dusty quilt as her own, but now it looked inexplicably beautiful on the bed she had slept on.

She touched it, still with temperature.

Bian Yingning was not polite either, she sat down on the bed with a pillow on her waist, and pulled the quilt to cover herself.

When I pulled the quilt over, I brought a breeze, carrying a faint fragrance of roses.

Bian Yingning pulled a corner and put it on the tip of her nose, it was very fragrant, it was her body smell.

After Shang Qinghui finished washing, he saw Bian Yingning sitting on her bed with her feet stretched out beside the bed, sniffing and sniffing her quilt.

Her face became hot, and she came over and pulled the quilt away in two or three steps.

"What are you doing!"

Bian Yingning, who suddenly lost her warmth, was so innocent: "What did I do?"

Shang Qinghui crumpled the quilt and threw it to the corner of the bed, saying nothing to her thick skin.

After washing up, she felt much more refreshed. She took out her hat from the bag at the foot of the bed and put it on, ready to go out.

Turning around, she found that Bian Yingning was still sitting on the bed without moving.

Seeing that she was looking at her, her eyes were extremely resentful, and her tone was low: "Anyway, if you throw it away, you won't cover it for me."

Those who didn't know thought that he had done something disastrous to her, seeing how pitiful her expression was.

"Is that your name Gai?!"

Shang Qingfen gritted her teeth.

She was ashamed to see that.

Bian Yingning pouted: "I just think that the quilt smells good. It's a bit strange. Could it be that the quilt given to you in the temple is still sprayed with perfume?"

Speechless words were engraved on Shang Qinghui's face: "Is it okay if my body fragrance is infected?"

"Then I didn't miss you last night, why didn't I get infected?"

"I'll cover you up!" Shang Qinghui's face was burning hot, she didn't dare to think about everything last night, she turned around and ran to open the door, if the door wasn't locked, she would have rushed out.

"Wait a minute, give me a kiss before leaving."

Someone is acting coquettishly behind.

Shang Qinghui, who had already pulled the door bolt, paused, and in the next second, she pushed the door bolt back and turned back.

He cursed, "Trouble."

Then he knelt on the bed, leaned forward, pressed Bian Yingning's head with both hands, grabbed her lips and bit them.

The first bite was a bit heavy, numb and painful.

Bian Yingning hummed, without resisting, put her arms around her waist naturally, raised her head and let her bite her lip to vent her anger, and even poked the tip of her tongue to pick Shang Qinghui's lips.

Again and again, like a little snail sticking out its tentacles in the shell.

In the cold winter, a little bit of heat is infinitely magnified, not to mention that at this time the two of them are breathing intertwined, and the warm breath blows over, even people and their hearts are like being soaked in hot water.

Slowly, venting anger seems to lose its original meaning.

After a night of practice, both of them have made amazing progress in their skills.

But a simple kiss, but the more you kiss, the more peachy it becomes.

Shang Qinghui only felt his body go limp, his knees could no longer support him, and finally his whole body went limp in Bian Yingning's arms.

The hands that were originally holding Bian Yingning's head turned into hugging her neck.

But Bian Yingning held the back of her head domineeringly with one hand, and tightly bound her waist with the other, making it impossible for her to escape.

She didn't want to escape either.

Both of them have just finished washing. The toothpaste here has a simple mint flavor. The fresh and clean taste spreads in the intersection of lips and tongue, making people want to indulge in it.

In a quiet corner, the thick and soft sound of water, like a bewitching note, envelops the two of them in a world that belongs only to them.

After an unknown amount of time, Shang Qinghui grabbed Bian Yingning's gap to take a breath and opened her head sideways, and a scorching kiss landed on her face.

She was so kissed that her voice was panting lightly: "Don't...don't, I have to go to morning class..."

Bian Yingning took a deep breath, her heart was beating fast, she was a little bit reluctant, but she also knew that what she said was right.

He had no choice but to forcefully press her into his arms with both hands, and took a bite of her tender cheek as if unwilling to reconcile, to vent the desire and dissatisfaction that was blocked in his heart.

"Ugh..."

The feeling of being bitten by a big bite brought the illusion that the whole person was swallowed into the stomach, Shang Qinghui's scalp was numb, she trembled all over, and she let out a cry like a cry.

Bian Yingning was dazzled by her sound, rubbed her head, and didn't want to let go: "What should I do, I don't want to go."

Just fell in love, who wants to let go of the cubs who are in love, and run to listen to the monks chanting.

Shang Qinghui's response was that he sneaked in from the hem of her clothes, pinched the soft flesh on her waist forcefully, and twisted it at an angle.

"hiss--"

The burning pain was really exciting.

"Shang Qingfen!"

"Ok?"

"You have no heart!"

"..."

The latter two still went to the morning class.

During the break, Mother Bian looked back and saw two people in the corner.

The two of them were dressed quite uniformly, covering themselves tightly, and buried most of their faces, only showing their eyes and the bridge of their noses.

The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, their heads were touching each other.

"The relationship between the two little girls is quite good."

Ouyang Fei followed Bian's mother's line of sight and saw the two of them, and said with a smile.

Mother Bian pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth.

She didn't remember what her daughter was involved with the members of the monk's family, why the two suddenly became so close.

Think about Bian Yingning's recent actions, such as giving many projects to Shang's family if they can give them to his family... Perhaps, there is something her daughter has been hiding from them?

Bian Yingning added WeChat to Monk Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui suddenly remembered that he and Bian Yingning did not have WeChat friends yet, so he hurriedly asked her to bring out her mobile phone to add them.

Shang Qinghui released her WeChat QR code for Bian Yingning to scan, and Bian Yingning scanned it, and found that the system showed that the other party was her friend.

Although the chat history is blank, the other party is indeed his WeChat friend.

As soon as her heart beat, she subconsciously covered her phone screen back.

Shang Qinghui was still waiting for her: "Have you added?"

"Wait a minute." Bian Yingning cursed in her heart that there was a bug in the system, while quickly sending a message to Shang Qinghui.

The phone in Shang Qinghui's hand vibrated, and he saw:

[Ghost]: "I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting"

Shang Qingfen always felt that something was a little strange, but he couldn't tell.

"Damn? Why did you take that name?"

Bian Yingning lived and died at the same time, and quickly ran to her homepage to change her WeChat name.

"Yeah, just take it casually." Bian Yingning didn't even know what she was afraid of, but her body was trembling uncontrollably.

Shang Qinghui clicked on her homepage, deleted the annoying ghost in the notes, thought about it, and finally added the word annoying ghost.

This note suits her quite well.

……

After three days and two nights of underground strikes in the temple, Bian Yingning went back very busy.

The end of the year is approaching, and the annual vacation is coming again, and she has been out to play for a few days. Many projects and annual summaries have to be sorted out and analyzed. She is so busy that she doesn't even have time to talk about love.

Shang Qinghui is relatively free. Apart from going shopping with her sisters, she just looks at her professional courses and picks out activities she wants to participate in.

It didn't take long for such a day, and Shang Qingfen got tired of it.

There are only those professional courses that you can learn and learn. She has a clever mind and learned a lot very quickly.

She also took the time to learn a Leni language.

Not for anything else, but because I heard that Bian's hotel has opened to Leni Country, and she is free.

In terms of shopping, she also browsed all the stores in City H, and there was nothing to buy, and besides buying for herself and her family, she even bought for Bian Yingning's family of three.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, Bian Yingning dragged her tired body back home, and when she opened the door, Aunt Zhuo's face was on the verge of smiling.

Bian Yingning didn't think much about it, and just asked, "Is Aunt Zhuo's face cramp?"

Aunt Zhuo: "..."

After changing her shoes and entering the house, Bian Yingning faced the overcrowded shopping bags in the upper living room, and that Baozijing who was sitting obediently chatting with her mother.

A steamed stuffed bun that she had been thinking about for days.

"I'm back." Bian's mother, who smiled until the fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, asked casually when she saw Bian Yingning come back.

Bian Yingning, who was too tired to move, suddenly felt that she could do it again: "Why don't you go to bed so late?"

Mother Bian glanced at her unhappily: "Isn't this waiting for you to come back? I know work all day long."

Bian Yingning: "..."

If you don’t work, you say I’m not motivated, and if you don’t work hard, let’s work and you say I only know work, what’s the matter?

Bian's mother continued: "It's better to be A Fei. There is such a sensible and filial daughter as Anhui. It's a pity that A Fei is also a career-minded person. Alas, it would be great if we were mother and daughter."

Mother Bian looked at Shang Qinghui lovingly as she spoke.

Shang Qinghui was too obedient in front of her: "It's okay, we can hang out together when Auntie is free, I'm pretty boring myself every day."

Bian Yingning washed her hands, sat down on the single sofa, twirled a cherry on the table and stuffed it into her mouth, and answered in a somewhat vague voice: "Why are you sighing, just let her call your mother."

When Mother Bian heard this, she quickly glanced at Shang Qinghui's face, and scolded: "What's the matter, you don't want to recognize me as a mother now, do you?"

Shang Qinghui secretly trembled her eyelashes.

The three of them spoke a few more words, and Bian Yingning turned over the shopping bag next to her.

There is everything to eat and wear.

She asked Shang Qinghui: "You bought it for me?"

Shang Qinghui shook his head: "It's not just yours."

Bian's mother laughed beside her: "Anhui is too sensible, come and play as soon as you come, and buy so many things."

"I saw something suitable for you when you were shopping, so I wanted to bring you some." Shang Qinghui blushed slightly, vividly expressing the image of a shy and obedient girl.

Bian Yingning saw her teeth itching, and wanted to take a bite of her baby fat.

After sitting for a while, looking at the time, Bian Yingning said: "Stay here tonight, come on, pick out what belongs to me, send it to my room, and let me see what treasures have been bought for me."

Aunt Zhuo came out in time: "Do you need me to tidy up the guest bedroom?"

"No, my bed is big enough." Bian Yingning stood up and prepared to go upstairs.

Shang Qinghui tried her best to control her facial expression, and said ignorantly: "Don't worry about it, I'll just go home, I have a car."

As expected, Bian's mother hurriedly asked to stay: "What's the trouble, it's late at night, it's not safe, stay here with Auntie for one night, and you can still play with Ningning."

"That... that's good."

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Shang Qinghui entered Bian Yingning's room.

The second and first floors belonged to Bian Yingning.

In the carpeted room, stepping on it with bare feet is as soft as if you are in the clouds.

A dark green flower-shaped cushion was taken down by Bian Yingning and thrown on the carpet. She sat on it and opened a shopping bag to see what was inside.

Shang Qinghui looked around the room, the bed was lake green, the bed skirt was white, and the overall color of the room was white and green intertwined.

She couldn't help but said, "Your room...is so green."

Bian Yingning didn't raise her head: "Isn't green good? It's full of vitality. It's the color of life. Besides, green also protects the eyes."

Shang Qingfen was taken aback.

She seems to have heard such a conversation somewhere.

"Is the door locked?" Bian Yingning suddenly raised her head and asked.

Shang Qinghui's thoughts were interrupted, she turned around and locked the door subconsciously: "It's locked now."

After she finished speaking, she burned her face first.

What is she doing? She!

It's okay to run to Bian Yingning's house by myself, but I still stay at her house, go to her room, and lock the door voluntarily...

"Have you taken a bath?" Seeing her standing by the door in a daze, Bian Yingning got up and asked again.

Shang Qinghui: "..." Come on, she is the kind of fat sheep that is delivered to the door by itself, and who washes herself clean automatically.

Without giving her much time to think, a familiar hug came over, and she was pulled into a hug that she had been thinking about for a long time.

The longing for many days seems to have a home at this moment.

She sighed next to her ear, and she seemed to have thought about the feeling of being close to each other for a long time: "I don't have a conscience, I don't know if I have nothing to do, come to me."

Shang Qinghui put his chin on Bian Yingning's shoulder: "Who dares to look for you, heh, busy man, Mr. Bian."

"I'm afraid that when I first arrived at the company's front desk, I told me that entry is forbidden without an appointment... um..."

The moist and hot breath hit her, and she bit her earlobe: "Sophistry, you just didn't want to come to me, you thought you were filming TV."

The slightly aggrieved voice blew into his ears with steam, and Shang Qinghui's body went limp almost for a moment.

"Then why didn't you come to see me?" Now the hardest part of Shang Qinghui's body is probably his mouth.

"I'm earning my wife's money, and I'm afraid I won't be able to support the prodigal women at home."

"You are the prodigal bitch!"

As Shang Qinghui said, he bit her neck and went back.

Bian Yingning took off her coat when she got home, and only wore a round-neck sweater, which was even more convenient for Shang Qinghui.

"Okay, okay, I am, I can do it."

Thank you, Shang Qinghui felt that she was even angrier.

……

The two hung out for a while, Bian Yingning went to take a bath and asked Shang Qinghui to play first.

"Can I take a look casually?" Shang Qinghui, who was lying on the bed, supported his head and asked.

Bian Yingning picked up the messy clothes thrown by the two of them on the ground, lowered her head and pecked her bright red lips again: "You can wear any underwear you want."

Shang Qinghui: "..."

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, Shang Qinghui, who had been lying still just now, immediately got up covering the quilt, picked up a nightgown that Bian Yingning had put down, put it on, and began to inspect.

In a place like a room, I always feel that there is a word of privacy everywhere.

Adding that it was Bian Yingning's room, Shang Qinghui was even more curious, feeling her heart tremble.

The dressing table does not have as many cosmetics and skin care products as hers.

Game consoles and various game discs are quite rich.

Snacks on the ground, no matter what.

There is another door on the side, Shang Qinghui pushed the door and entered.

He turned on the light beside him, and the dazzling array of clothes instantly dazzled his eyes.

Although the cloakroom is larger than my own home, it seems... there is room for a little more.

Wanting to see what kind of clothes she has, what styles are less, so that he can buy them later, Shang Qinghui walked in.

After roughly knowing it in my heart, I also came to the end.

There is another door in the cloakroom.

Shang Qingfen felt a little funny.

How is this the same as a movie, and there is a dark room.

Touched, the door is not locked.

She opened it, and by the light in the cloakroom, she could roughly see the study room inside.

Turn on the light, put two large bookshelves against the wall, and there is a door outside, that should be the main entrance of the study, she came to this door only for the convenience of Bian Yingning.

The big desk is in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the chair is still in the state when the person got up, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Shang Qinghui immediately imagined a scene.

After finishing her work, Bian Yingning turned her chair and looked out the window, her eyes might be deep, her face might be tired.

She sat up gently.

Her face was faintly reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

So, after she finishes her work, will she miss her?

Looking out, there is a beautiful view of the garden nearby, where the plum blossoms are in full bloom, and in the distance is the night of City H with mottled lights.

At this moment, she truly realized that she seemed to have really entered Bian Yingning's world.

From the time the two quarreled and didn't want to see each other, to the fact that the other party made various guesses about small things, and their mood fluctuated because of it, to this moment, they came to her house just because they missed her.

They are really together.

Not looking at her files much, Shang Qinghui sat for a while, turned the chair back to face the desk, and got up to go back to the room.

At that moment, the moment she got up, her eyes were dazzled by something reflective.

Shang Qinghui sat back and looked along the light.

On the top shelf of the bookshelf diagonally opposite, a crystal trophy was quietly placed there.

It's just sitting at the desk where you can just look up and notice it. If you were standing, you might not have noticed it.

Trophy?

Shang Qinghui suddenly became interested, and Bian Yingning even won an award.

She walked over and wanted to take it down to read, but the bookshelf was quite high, and she had to stretch her hands on her toes to reach it.

A crystal trophy with a dancing figure on it. There are only three words "first prize" on the trophy.

First prize?

Looking at the shape of this trophy, is it a dance competition? Can she still dance?

"Why did you come here?"

Just as he was engrossed in his thoughts, Bian Yingning's voice came, and Shang Qinghui turned around holding the trophy.

Bian Yingning, who had just loosened her hair, saw the things in her hands clearly, and the gentle smile on her face froze for a moment.

Shang Qinghui didn't seem to notice, and asked teasingly: "Is this your trophy?"

The smile on Bian Yingning's face faded a bit, her tongue twitched in her mouth, but after a few moments she thought of the words: "No, we sponsored a competition together, I thought it looked good, so I took it back and put it on display."

Shang Qinghui chuckled lightly: "Oh, I thought it was your ex-girlfriend who gave it to you."

As he spoke, he seemed to lack interest, so he wanted to put the trophy back.

Bian Yingning approached, her chest pressed against Shang Qinghui's back, and her head rested on her shoulder.

She had just finished taking a shower, and she was only wearing a thin bathrobe, and the peak feeling was obvious through the clothes, not to mention that she deliberately rubbed the back in front of her, with that moist aroma.

Shang Qinghui felt it, and flinched all over, almost losing her grip on the thing in her hand.

Bian Yingning followed her hand, held the bottom of the cup, and helped her put the trophy back: "Feelings, take a look here, do you want to see if there are any traces left by other people?"

"Otherwise, why, are you guilty of being a thief?"

Bian Yingning kissed her on the face: "Yes, I'm so scared, so, did Holmes find anything?"

Shang Qinghui pushed her face away: "If I find you, I will be beaten."

Bian Yingning clung to her again reluctantly, and hugged her waist face to face: "Don't look for it, you just want to find an excuse to beat me up, let's go, I'll lie down on the bed and beat you up - you can do it."

"Who cares?"

That being said, her fingertips were honestly touching the bottom of the V-shaped neckline of Bian Yingning's bathrobe.