Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

"I don't know." Bian Yingning answered quickly, almost without hesitation.

Shang Qinghui couldn't understand anymore. For a moment, she began to believe that Bian Yingning didn't do this.

But when I think about what I did just now...

Shang Qinghui's hand that was hanging down by his side and covered by the wide sleeves moved unconsciously.

The force is mutual, and the slap at that time made her own palms feel numb.

If it's really not her, what should she do.

"Where's the cup of milk tea you gave me?"

"Throw it away." Bian Yingning put away the velvet box, and placed it neatly on the makeup table: "Okay, let's think about these bad things after the game, let's fight hard."

Bian Yingning suddenly felt that it doesn't matter who gets No.1, as long as they each try their best to perform and bring out their own abilities, the final result will be decided by the judges and teachers.

No matter who will be blackened in the future, she will not obstruct anyone's right to get what they deserve through their own efforts.

Shang Qinghui got up, she couldn't see her expression clearly with the veil on, only heard her voice without waves: "Bian Yingning, you are so strange."

Bian Yingning pursed her lips, put her hands on the table behind her, looked at her at the same level, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually deepened: "You know, women are like this."

she smiles...

Shang Qinghui looked away, turned around and walked out, her heartbeat lost its original stability.

"Wait a minute." Bian Yingning suddenly stopped her again.

Shang Qinghui stopped, but didn't look back.

She could feel Bian Yingning approaching, she squatted down, and her hot fingers touched her bare ankle.

Shang Qingfen's body tensed up.

Looking down, Bian Yingning was wearing two lake-green silk ornaments wrapped with silver rings on her ankles.

She will be barefoot when she dances for a while, but now she also wears a pair of diamond sandals on her feet.

Shang Qinghui looked down at the hair on the top of her head, and now he could no longer see the traces of her being hurt for him.

And she didn't seem to realize what she was doing at all, it was as natural as squatting down and tying her shoelaces.

After she finished, she got up and handed her two cumbersome and complicated instep ornaments: "Go quickly, and put these two on when you take off your shoes outside."

Shang Qinghui took it with her eyes lowered, and she whispered, as if she was speaking to herself: "...Thank you."

But Bian Yingning heard it, and she tilted her head, as if she was thinking about something.

Is the sun coming out west?

"Thank you? What's the use of just saying thank you, let's be honest, I'm not a materialistic woman, just kowtow."

Shang Qinghui turned around and left.

Looking at her rushing back, Bian Yingning said, "? Don't you want to thank me now?" It's too much to deceive people's feelings.

Shang Qingfen didn't even turn his head.

Bian Yingning turned to her back and shouted: "Come on, if you get good grades, I'll give you something you've always missed!"

There was no answer, and I don't know if Shang Qinghui heard it.

[Host cake painting skill experience value +10]

Bian Yingning: "What the hell?"

Hua Cancan folded her hands outside, watching Shang Qinghui walk by without turning her eyes, and then Bian Yingning came out of Shang Qinghui's dressing room, she didn't look like she had suffered such a huge blow in front of her just now.

He was so happy that he almost hummed a ditty.

It's a pity that one side of the face is still a little red.

Mainly because of her tender skin.

Seeing Hua Cancan, Bian Ying froze for a moment: "Are you ready?" After Shang Qinghui, Hua Cancan was almost there.

"Do you care?" Hua Cancan leaned against the wall, her fox eyes were not charming at this moment.

"What?" Bian Yingning didn't understand her rambling words.

"I'm definitely not ready, do you care?" Hua Cancan raised Liu Yemei on the other side.

Bian Yingning got angry when she heard the words: "What are you talking about, I don't care if I ask you?"

"..." Hua Cancan smiled silently, "Maybe."

Bian Yingning scratched her head, feeling that she was a little strange.

After thinking about it, she came over and held her hand, but luckily Hua Cancan didn't hide: "Are you afraid that I will ignore you when I play with Shang Qinghui?"

Hua Cancan covered her lips and laughed as if she had heard some international joke: "Are you kidding me, Hua Cancan will..."

"You are a unique existence here with me. I'm still waiting for you to advertise for my hotel after graduation and become an image ambassador. We will be friends forever and we will build the world that belongs to our generation together. Don't think too much about it." Bian Yingning said seriously.

Hua Cancan's red lips parted slightly, and the rest of the words were burnt to pieces by Bian Yingning's high-spirited fighting spirit amidst Bian Yingning's bold words.

The world of their generation.

Their family, up to their generation, are mostly girls.

In the eyes of many people, a woman in a wealthy family is just a tool for marriage, and will only be a vase.

But Bian Yingning, who always seemed to be passing by and never thought about the future, told her that he wanted to build their own country with her.

Hua Cancan admitted that at that moment, the surge from the bottom of her heart almost overwhelmed her, making her eyes full of tears.

Is this why she has become different from before? She has grown up, has goals and ambitions.

[Congratulations to the host for painting cake skill experience +20]

Bian Yingning: "?" What are you painting? They are discussing the future.

……

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and the two lights fell on the two big drums on both sides of the stage first, and then began to move to the center of the stage.

In the process of moving over, the white light gradually mixed with a few traces of blue, and as the dry ice smoke dispersed, it changed into an ice blue light beam, and a graceful figure appeared.

She turned sideways to the audience, with one hand on the side of her head pinched into flower fingers, and the other behind her waist, like a peacock spreading its screen.Standing on one foot, the posture is beautiful and soft.

In a daze, everyone here is a fairy official, watching a dance of goddesses that can only appear in the heavens.

Following the rhythm of the music, she moved slowly.

The moment the chorus sounded, she was like a goddess flying from Dunhuang, with both sleeves flying out and hitting a big drum.

There is a microphone next to the drum, and there is a bang, which is not abrupt in the tune and even sounds like a finishing touch.

In the next second, she kept turning around, shaking and wrapping her sleeves. The long water sleeves seemed to come alive on her body. Using the same posture again, the water sleeves fell on the other drum.

The music was getting faster and faster, and her figure was turning faster and faster. At the climax, she flew up with a punching sleeve, and her sleeves hit both sides, hitting two drums respectively.

"Wow—" the lowly person stared dumbfounded.

"Fuck, this is too powerful."

"I fucking fell in love directly, this is no better than the ones filmed in TV dramas!"

"I really didn't expect that the fairy above is really the fierce Shang Qinghui."

"I've decided, no matter how domineering she is in the future, I think she's right!"

"Wife, this is my wife!"

Hearing this, Bian Yingning couldn't help but look away from Shang Qinghui to the girl who said this.

She didn't realize that Bian Yingning was looking at her, her little face was flushed with excitement, she took pictures with her mobile phone and screamed after her sisters.

Bian Yingning stood in a side corner under the stage, not too far away, just enough to see the whole stage.

Wife?

Bian Yingning thought this title was a bit funny, and couldn't help but curled her lips.

I don't know if it's because of the "Neon Clothes and Phantom Feather Clothes", but Shang Qinghui on the stage has a figure like a swallow, and her dexterity is unbelievable.

The complicated skirt opened like petals when she jumped up and down, and the ink painting on the skirt seemed to come alive.

At the end, the smoke made of dry ice was released again. At this time, the light on the stage turned into a misty white, and Shang Qingfen loomed among the clouds and mist, which confused people's eyes.

The lake green silk belt on her body makes her more obvious under such light, thick as spring clouds and light like smoke, Shang Qingfen is the cloud in spring, floating and sinking among the mountains surrounded by thin smoke.

It's a really good dance, so I can only get second.

Just looking at her on weekdays, it is hard to imagine that she would have such a demeanor. In my impression, she should be the kind of cool girl who dances hip-hop or jazz, not such a beautiful and exciting classical dance.

How could such a girl be hanged on the crooked neck of the male lead!

Thinking of this, Bian Yingning looked at Nangong Jin at the guest table with cold eyes.

"It's so pretty."

Someone beside her was admiring: "The dress on her is also amazing."

Looks good, she exchanged all the points for it.

Bian Yingning thought in her heart.

"But didn't you hear that her skirt was destroyed?"

"I don't know, maybe there is a backup? Anyway, Miss Rich, it's normal to prepare a few more skirts."

"That's right, let's drink the newly opened milk tea in a while, I heard that his house can refill the milk tea!"

Milk cap?This is too high.

Although milk tea ruined her, what could be wrong with milk tea? It's only people who are wrong.

For someone like her who relies on milk tea to survive, she used to be a bit more restrained when she was short of money, but now, she=rich second generation=freedom of milk tea, not ordering a big cup.

The succulent grapes I drank in the afternoon were not bad, and the popping beads inside were really good.

……Grape?

Bian Yingning suddenly remembered something, and immediately rushed back to Hua Cancan's dressing room.

Hua Cancan is taking pictures outside with her cronies, there is no one in the dressing room, only Shang Qinghui's dress is thrown on the chair.

The skirt was originally white, and it was easy to see that the stain on it was pale yellow.

She still has a little milk tea left on the table, and the pink-purple fruit tea liquid can be seen in the transparent cup.

She bought four cups of milk tea, all of the same taste, fleshy grapes.

If the skirt is: Ji Xiaoxue ruined it with the milk tea she gave, then the skirt should be pink and purple at this time.

When I smell the skirt again, it smells very milky.Hers is fruit tea, which has no milk at all.

Thinking of Bian Yingning picking up the unfinished milk tea and picking up a corner of her skirt and pouring it down, the purple is not too obvious, but there is also a faint pink, which does not match the original dry color at all.

Didn't Ji Xiaoxue destroy Shang Qingfen's clothes?

Thinking about it, the heroine in the ancient novels was either the Virgin Mary or Baozi, how could she do such a thing.

But her recent inexplicable hostility towards Shang Qinghui, and her look at that time...

Bian Yingning pinched her clothes and closed her eyes forcefully.

"Crap!" She thought it was the heroine who did it, but she didn't explain anything, she just stubbornly said that she didn't do it, she was a fool for her feelings, and she was responsible for others.

Bian Ying was so angry that she threw her clothes on the back of the chair and kicked another chair in anger.

Who the hell is so vicious!

"Don't watch me dance, and take my clothes here to vent your anger?" Shang Qinghui leaned against the door of the dressing room, holding sandals in one hand, stepping barefoot on the ground, appearing quietly.

--------------------

The author has something to say:

Shang: She smiles...so seductive, she must be very good at fishing.

Chapter 22 is dizzy, I fixed a little detail (if there is a big change, I will post an explanation/bow your head