Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

On April 20, 2X4, the weather: thunderstorm.

Today is the third day that Bian Yingning lays the floor in front of Shang Qinghui's room.

She still wanted to enter the room and go to bed, but the boy didn't speak, so she didn't dare.

Sad, sad, cold.

The warm fragrance behind the door is a place she can't even think of entering, thinking of this place - it's even more sad.

The rain outside is ticking, and occasionally there are one or two muffled thunders. Today is the weekend, so I don’t have to go to school.

In addition, Shang Qinghui was still in a cold war with her, so Bian Yingning didn't go to the company. What job is more important than her son.

She lived with Monk Qinghui.

When Bian Ningying said she was surprised during the [-]-day commemoration, she wanted to take Shang Qinghui to her apartment near the school.

When she was in school, she would occasionally go there to take a nap. It was originally well decorated, but she secretly added some details later, making it warm and comfortable.

It's not that it's not good to live at home, it's just that both of them live in the villa area, and every time they go back, they waste a lot of time on the road, plus...at home, it's always inconvenient.

Bian Yingning always wanted to come out and live with Shang Qinghui.

However, judging from the current situation, the two seem to be cohabiting on the surface, but in fact...not completely cohabiting.

The two are currently arguing.

What's the noise?

This matter is a long story, and it is essentially arguing about who loves who more.

Yes, this one can be noisy too.

One questioned why the other party erased her memory, and the other said you look at how you recovered your memory, she doesn't want her to live in guilt and the past.

One obviously understands the other party's good intentions, but it just feels uncomfortable.

The two quarreled like this for a few days, and then Bian Yingning said:

"I don't dare to bet, I dare not bet whether you like me because of me or because of guilt."

Shang Qinghui replied: "What are you thinking? There are many ways to repay someone. If I don't like you, why should I pretend to like you to repay you?"

"I'm not because of your favor, but because you like you."

Bian Yingning was satisfied, holding Shang Qinghui in her arms, she wanted to live a life without shame or impatience.

But how could Shang Qinghui let her go so easily.

The slender fingers rested on her forehead to prevent her from approaching: "But you, you even want us to never know each other."

"Have you ever thought that our reunion may be the result of my begging in front of the Buddha."

Bian Yingning fell silent.

Then, now it has turned into a unilateral cold war between Shang Qinghui and Bian Yingning, Bian Yingning tried to get her little brat to deal with her every day, so much so that she barely hugged Shang Qinghui's thigh and howled.

The fire in the restaurant was caused by the back kitchen.

At that time, a natural gas pipeline was just replaced, and chefs always like to use high heat when cooking, and at that time, a chef accidentally put too much oil in the cooking, and a flame burst out directly.

Normally, it was fine, but the newly replaced pipe connection was not done properly at that time, and natural gas leaked out. When it encountered a fierce fire, it exploded, and the back burned up.

At that time, Bian Yingning was supposed to cook for Shang Qingfen in the kitchen, but suddenly there was a conflict between a guest in the front hall, Bian Yingning couldn't help but go out to have a look, and escaped the catastrophe.

When a fire broke out and it was in her own restaurant, Bian Yingning immediately threw herself into evacuating the crowd and putting out the fire. She didn't have time to report to Bian's mother and the others, which made them think too much.

"Ding-dong-"

Bian Yingning was thinking about it when the doorbell suddenly rang.

She quickly got up and picked up the quilt on the ground and stuffed it into the small room next to her.

In fact, Shang Qingfen didn't let Bian Yingning sleep in the same room with her, and Bian Yingning could go to the guest room, but she didn't, she would sleep in front of Shang Qingfen's door and perform bitter tricks.

Don't look at her little brat not letting him into the room, but she is still willing to come out to live with her and not go home, what does that mean?It shows that she loves herself!

Her cub is just still angry and needs to be coaxed by himself!She has always firmly believed that as long as she works tirelessly, she will definitely be able to... go to the room and make a bed on the floor!

But... a bitter trick, it's still not enough for outsiders to see.

Bian Yingning tidied up the traces of being kicked out of the room quickly, and then walked towards the entrance with a cold face.

It was past nine o'clock in the morning, who knocked on the door so early.

I looked at the cat's eye, it was a courier.

But she didn't seem to buy anything.

When I opened the door, a small box was delivered. The box was quite exquisite, pink in color, and looked very cute.

Bian Yingning looked at the name.

It turned out to be her little boy's courier.

Damn it, why is the boy so cute even the delivery box.

I don't know what I bought, it only has the recipient's information on it.

Bian Yingning signed and took the courier in, and shook it lightly.

I kind of want to tear it apart.

But she held back.

Opening the curtains, it was still raining outside, the sky was as dark as the evening, and the temperature was low.

At this time, in this weather, she should lie on the bed and sleep with her cub.

Ugh.

Forget it, Japan has a long way to go.

Bian Yingning comforted herself and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Shang Qinghui's timing was just right, as soon as Bian Yingning put a sumptuous breakfast on the table, she got up and came out after washing up.

As if he couldn't see Bian Yingning, he passed her into the kitchen, searched around but didn't find his cup, turned around, Bian Yingning came over with a cup of warm water and handed it to her.

"My little boy is awake, come and drink water."

Shang Qinghui: "..."

She took it, and just after taking two sips, Bian Yingning said courteously: "Breakfast is ready, what do you want to eat today?"

Before Shang Qinghui could make a sound, Bian Yingning continued on her own: "Whatever you want to eat, I will do it!"

Shang Qinghui: "..."

Is she talking to her.

After drinking the water, Shang Qinghui went out and sat at the dining table.

As Bian Yingning said, no matter what she wants to eat, she has it.

Sweet, salty, sugar-free... There are porridge bread sandwiches.

Although there are many types, the portions are not large.

Shang Qinghui picked and ate while Bian Yingning sat down opposite her.

"By the way, there was a courier for you just now." Bian Yingning got up again and found the powder box.

"What is it, do you need me to help you dismantle it?"

Shang Qingfen didn't raise his head, he looked at his phone while drinking millet porridge, as if he didn't care at all: "Tear it down."

Bian Yingning got the order, and immediately performed for her to open the box with bare hands.

When she saw what was inside, Bian Yingning was taken aback.

No wonder there was nothing on the courier slip.

It turns out that this is called - confidential delivery.

"Gulu..." was the voice of Bian Yingning swallowing.

It turned out to be... that kind of supplies.

The first thing that catches the eye is a lot of finger cots, including but not limited to threads, particles, pop beads...

Bian Yingning shook her hands, turned the bottom, and found a piece of "clothes" besides other small toys.

This should also be called clothes.

Although there are only a few ribbons hanging on the hook.

Bian Yingning didn't dare to look any more, and quickly closed the box, blushing and heartbeating, sitting or standing, like ants on a hot pot.

Why did the brat buy these? It's not for her, is it?

But she doesn't like to move every time, she just likes to lie down and enjoy.

This should be bought for myself to use on her...

Thinking of this, Bian Yingning almost spit out a nosebleed.

Could it be that her little brat is going to hit her hard to increase the relationship between them?

This... this is so embarrassing.

Bian Yingning began to fidget, her heart beat faster, and from time to time she looked at Shang Qinghui eagerly, waiting for her to say something and see what she was going to do after eating.

Maybe her gaze was too substantive, Shang Qinghui finally looked up from the phone, and looked at her with a slight frown, as if he didn't understand why she was staring at him.

Because of remembering that matter, Bian Yingning was so guilty now that she didn't dare to ask, she just murmured, "Where should I put this..."

"Leave me in my room." Shang Qinghui said calmly, then looked down at the phone again, as if very busy.

Bian Yingning pursed her lips, carried the box and ran into the room.

What her room is obviously their room.

As soon as she left, Shang Qinghui looked up from the phone, and the corners of her lips curled up.

The curtains in the room were also drawn, but today there was no sun and the weather was gloomy, and the room was dark.

The quilt on the bed was still in the same state as when Shang Qing woke up, obviously he hadn't come in all night, but Bian Yingning felt that the atmosphere in the room was completely different.

The scent of roses made her heart soften, and she just wanted to hug her little boy and bury her in the soft quilt together.

Bian Yingning originally wanted to put the box on the bedside table, but after putting it away, it seemed a bit obvious after thinking about it.

She put it under the bed again.

It seems that it is not easy to put it under the bed.

After going around and looking for a lot of places, she finally put it solemnly on the bedside table.

Looking at the pink color, Bian Yingning covered her face, her little heart jumped with joy.

How did the cub learn badly.

After Shang Qinghui had breakfast, under Bian Yingning's expectant gaze, she sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, turned on a light... and read a book.

Bian Yingning was stunned.

All the new toys are placed by the bed, is she still in the mood to read? !

What book to read, what book is so good-looking?

Like a restless kitten in his arms, Bian Yingning kept scratching her chest, making her itchy.

The two of them...have not done anything for many days.

By noon, the rain stopped outside, only the wind was blowing.

Shang Qinghui looked up out of the window, and seemed to be talking to himself: "It would be great if we could eat roasted sweet potatoes in this weather."

Bian Yingning: "!"

What is this called, this is called express!

She immediately changed clothes and went out.

However, there are very few people selling roasted sweet potatoes during this solar term. In the end, Bian Yingning bought two at a milk tea shop.

She returned home with two roasted sweet potatoes in her arms, only to find that the house was quiet.

There was no one in the seat where Shishang Qinghui was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the lights were turned off, and the book she just read was casually placed on the sofa.

Bian Yingning shook the sweet potato in her arms and shouted.

No one answered.

Bian Yingning went straight to the bedroom.

Kick the door open.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn back again, and only a warm-colored desk lamp was turned on in the room. It wasn't bright, but one could vaguely see the scene, and the dim light had a special artistic conception.

On the messy bed, the person she was looking for was sitting leaning against it.

A few strands of waterfall-like long hair fell on the collarbone, and two silk ribbons hooked two white feathers across the chest.

It is worthy to live on the top of the peak.

But he was helpless against that mountain peak, so he had no choice but to let it be exposed to her eyes.

The slender and straight legs are eye-catching, the left leg is half hooked, and the knee is slightly pressed on the other knee.

There was another white feather in the hiding place, covering the last line of defense.

The warm orange light, the fair skin, the whiter feathers with ribbons... Also, there is the eye-catching gemstone on the abdomen.

is pink.

Sparkling.

Her eyebrows and eyes were hooked, but it was just a sideways glance, with rolling eyes, which made people lose their minds.

There was a muffled sound.

It was the sound of the baked sweet potato in Bian Yingning's hand falling to the ground.

Bian Ying was moved.

Just as she moved up to get closer, the goblin-like man who harmed the country suddenly said coldly: "Stop."

Bian Yingning paused.

A premonition suddenly came to my heart.

Sure enough, the seductively plucked delicate flower gasped and uttered the most ruthless words with a provocative voice.

"Just stand there and don't move, if you dare to come over..."

The unfinished words carried endless threats.

Bian Yingning: "..."

If she is guilty, God will punish her instead of letting her stand here like a wreck.

Light white thin fingers lifted the hair on her collarbone, flicked it lightly, and let it fall behind her shoulders.

Descending down the ribbon, circling around the peaks.

Every step of the slide, where there is no simple movement, is clearly hanging Bian Yingning with a rope, making her bungee jump.

Push it down, pull it up, push it down again, and repeat.

The feather was pushed, and the position suddenly became one up and one down.

A touch of color, stuck out, squeezed, looked pitiful.

Bian Yingning's hands were shaking.

Who could bear to see a little vermilion fruit being treated so inhumanly.

Indeed, that person went too far.

She caressed, rubbed, pressed, and played with it like this, while sweeping Bian Yingning with her eyes.

I know you feel sorry for it and want to save it, but I like to see you helpless.

The smile on the corner of the mouth is seductive.

Bian Yingning couldn't stand anymore.

From the bottom of my heart to my head, I was clamoring, in the past, in the past, in the past to take over her work, instead of being here, I can only watch and not let go.

She has been in love for so many days, and she is waiting for herself here.

She is really, really ruthless.

Bian Yingning can rush over directly, and if he doesn't care, he will be taught a lesson.

However, she dare not.

Now is the time for her to beg for forgiveness, if this really happened, Shang Qinghui ran away in a fit of anger, what would she do.

She can't kill the chicken to get the eggs, she has to take a long-term view.

Thinking of this, this kind of torture doesn't seem too difficult.

Shang Qinghui seemed to notice that she was distracted.

She touched it, and out of nowhere came out a small bag.

Putting it to her lips, her pink tongue was revealed, and she lightly bit on the small, square bag, and opened one in front of her.

"Ah... so cold."

She whispered coquettishly on purpose, and the fluid dripped on her body.

Bian Yingning trembled all over, pinching the flesh around her legs with both hands, the beautiful scenery in front of her was Shang Qinghui torturing her, and the pain in her legs was her torturing herself.

In front of Bian Yingning, Shang Qinghui slowly took out the contents of the small square bag and put it on her hand.

Bian Yingning went crazy.

When she peeled off a single feather and reached in, Bian Yingning couldn't stand it.

She jerked.

Just when the smile on the corner of Shang Qinghui's mouth...turned around and rushed out.

There was a bang, the sound of the door closing.

"..."

"???"

"Bian Yingning! Get your father out of here!"

There was a roar with the momentum of wanting to eat Bian Yingning in one bite.

Three seconds later, Bian Yingning ran back holding a piece of cream cake.

She approached the bed step by step, biting her lower lip and smiling:

"I heard that cream and vermillion fruit go better together."

Yay, she doesn't have to sleep by the door tonight.

-

On the day Shang Qinghui graduated from university, Bian Yingning put more than a dozen black cards in his pocket and brought more than a dozen cartloads of gifts, and went to Shang's house in a mighty manner.

"We used to have an obsession that lasted until death, but later, it was gone."