Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

The silver ornaments on Shang Qinghui's insteps have not been taken off yet, and even the silk rings on her ankles, an exotic atmosphere rushes towards her face.

And the ten fingers are round and lovely like pearls and jade, and they are slightly pink, adding a touch of purity to the style.

The movement of carrying her shoes makes her look very casual.

Bian Yingning stopped her movements, and obediently straightened the chair that she had kicked crookedly: "I want to tell you something."

Shang Qinghui leaned against the door frame, she didn't know if it was because she behaved well just now, but she seemed very patient: "Say it."

Bian Yingning moved her eyes down, looked and looked at her feet.

It is worthy of being produced by the system, even the matching accessories are so beautiful.

"Why don't you put your shoes on first?"

"...you care about me?" Shang Qinghui tilted his head, as if he was thinking about something.

Bian Yingning frowned: "Don't you think it's very unclean? Thinking about this floor, I don't know how many people have stepped on it, and those people probably went to a lot of places, maybe even went to the toilet, and stepped on it..."

"Snapped--"

Before Bian Yingning could finish speaking, Shang Qinghui let go of her hands, and threw the shoes she was carrying on the ground. She leaned sideways to support the door, bent down and took off the jewelry from the toes to the ankles, and put on the shoes.

"What's the matter?" Compared with Haozheng Yixia just now, Shang Qingfen who put on her shoes after doing all this seemed to have a little more coldness in her tone.

Bian Yingning guessed, could it be that there was no floor to cool her down, and her temper became irritable again?

Women, don't get angry so easily, you have to keep a good mood to live a long life.

But being too entangled in this point, Bian Yingning took off the skirt from the back of the chair and spread it out for Shang Qinghui to show.

"Come and see... the milk tea I bought is fruit tea, and the cup I gave you is also succulent grapes, and the traces of milk tea left on your skirt should be caramel milk tea, Hong Kong style milk tea or cappuccino of that type.”

Shang Qinghui originally remembered the last sentence she said to herself just now, and instead of contacting her sister first, she went back to the dressing room.

And when she arrived at the door and saw her angrily kicking chairs and skirts here, she guessed that it had something to do with her.

Shang Qinghui moved over, and as Bian Yingning said, there was a large area of ​​light yellow milk tea stains on the skirt, and the milk fragrance was very strong.

"Look at this corner, this is what it looks like after I pour the milk tea I bought on it, the color is not right at all, is it?"

Shang Qinghui pursed her lips and hummed.

Bian Yingning went to look for the milk tea order she had placed on her mobile phone again: "Let me show you, the milk tea I just bought is fruit tea."

Shang Qinghui didn't look at the phone she held in front of her, but looked up at Bian Yingning's eyes: "Then why did you come to me and tell me not to get too entangled with No.1?"

Bian Yingning moved her eyes with some guilt: "Why else, of course, I'm afraid that you are so serious but you can't get No. 1 and find others to vent your anger."

"..."

The heart seemed to be scratched by a feather.

"I am in your heart, is this kind of person?" Shang Qinghui asked with an unnatural expression.

What does it mean to take out others' anger? Isn't she just afraid that she won't get No.1... sad.

Bian Yingning was shocked: "Don't you know yourself at all? You look in the mirror so many times every day, but you don't have any self-knowledge?"

"?"

If you can't speak, just shut up.

"Then who did you give that cup of fruit tea to?" For some reason, Shang Qinghui suddenly wanted to know the answer.

If Bian Yingning didn't realize that the milk tea she bought didn't match the one on her skirt, but it was clearly not her doing, why didn't she explain, why didn't she tell where the cup of milk tea went.

She was thinking... who was she protecting?

"Didn't I say, throw it away." Bian Yingning moved away from Monk Qinghui's staring eyes, lowered her head and pretended to straighten the skirt in her hands.

"Then tell me, where did you throw it?" Shang Qinghui snatched the skirt from her hand, opened the trash can in the dressing room, and looked inside to make sure there was no milk tea in it before throwing the skirt in. .

Bian Yingning didn't have time to stop her: "No way, you can just throw away such an expensive dress, it can still be worn after washing."

Shang Qinghui sneered: "Didn't you throw away such a big cup of milk tea without drinking it?"

"..." The words are poor.

"Tell me, where did you throw it?" Shang Qinghui pressed her hands together and continued to ask.

Bian Yingning looked left and right: "Throw it in the trash can outside."

"Come on, tell me which trash can it is." Shang Qinghui said and went out first.

Bian Ying did not move.

Shang Qinghui turned to look at her: "Let's go."

"Then you don't want it, it's none of your business if I throw it away, right?" The rabbit bit someone in a hurry, she obviously didn't want to say that she was so pressing on herself!

"It's because I didn't want it just now that I regret it very much now and want to get it back."

"It's all in the trash can. What's the use of finding it back? Can't you still drink it?"

Shang Qinghui nodded: "Yes, if I can really find the milk tea you threw in the trash can, I will drink it for you on the spot."

Shang Qinghui was sure that Bian Yingning had been hiding it all the time, which meant that the cup of milk tea she didn't want had been given to someone else long ago, and she said to throw it away because she was afraid that she would doubt the person she gave it to, and she wanted to protect her.

If she guessed correctly, there is only one person Bian Yingning has gotten close to recently who needs her protection.

Ji Xiaoxue.

Oh, she wants to see how long she can keep her mouth shut.

Bian Yingning: "..." Actually, it doesn't have to be like this.

"What? Did you lie to me?" Shang Qinghui stared at Bian Yingning with delicate eyeshadow eyes.

Under her stare, Bian Yingning felt as if she had been stripped naked.

"I……"

"I remember there is a trash can not far from the door of my dressing room, did you throw it there?"

"..." Bian Yingning choked speechlessly, looked up at the ceiling, trying not to let her tears fall.

"Hurry up, don't waste time." Shang Qinghui was still urging her, with an evil look in her eyes like watching a scene.

Bian Yingning could only bite the bullet and keep up.

... She has said so much, if she suddenly said that it was actually given to so-and-so, it wouldn't seem embarrassing for her.

If she didn't wait until the trash can, she would just say that the milk tea might be picked up by the aunt and sold in plastic.

Wonderful.

Shang Qinghui walked in front, Bian Yingning followed slowly.

After passing the door of Shang Qinghui's dressing room, and at the trash can near the toilet in the corridor, Shang Qinghui looked at Bian Yingning's expression, wanting to see when she would stop, but unexpectedly saw her It looks like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Shang Qinghui was so angry that she immediately opened the trash can to see if she had anything else to say.

As they expected, there was nothing in the trash can.

People don't come here very often, and the school arranges for an aunt to clean it every morning and evening, and most of them are things like used paper towels and food wrappers.

So the pink-purple large cup of succulent grapes lying quietly on it with a cup sleeve and a straw is very obvious.

Seeing that a cup of milk tea really appeared inside, Bian Yingning and monk Qing Huigu were taken aback.

Then Bian Yingning came to her senses immediately, coughed dryly, and urged anxiously: "What are you still doing, pick it up!"

Shang Qinghui: "..."

She wanted to cover the trash can again, but Bian Yingning rushed over to stop her.

What a joke, after seeing her flaunt her might for so long, now it's her turn to stand up and sing.

Thank the hostess for not drinking her milk tea!

Bian Yingning threw away the lid of the trash can, and threw the lid to the ground with a bang. She approached Shang Qinghui and said in a low voice: "What did you just say, you won't forget it so soon, right?"

Shang Qinghui was a little flustered, bit her lower lip, and wanted to speak hard: "You...how are you sure that this cup of milk tea is yours?"

"Pick it up, take a sip and taste the taste, and you'll know?" Bian Yingning raised the corners of her mouth, and the joy in her eyes was about to overflow.

Look, look, look, look at the bewildered look of this unruly young lady, it makes people feel at ease physically and mentally.

Shang Qinghui held the anklet in the palm of his hand, and the two of them got very close, so close that the heat from each other's body was transmitted over, making people unable to help but feel their faces warming up and their hearts beating.

"Bian Yingning, don't go too far!" Shang Qinghui bluffed and shouted.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Bian Yingning pinched her face.

The small face, which was already chubby, was squeezed and became chubby. It was so itchy that I wanted to rub it hard like kneading dough, and the red lips were forced to show a gap.

Bian Yingning's smile looked treacherous to Shang Qinghui.

"Too much? Am I too much? Is it me who is too much? I slapped me indiscriminately first, and then aggressively asked me who I gave the milk tea to, aren't you too much?"

The smile on Bian Yingning's face dissipated little by little with the words, and finally turned gloomy.

"I don't care about the past, I will prepare clothes for you and find the truth for you. I really feel that I have a good temper like a saint. If I die one day, I may drop relics from my body."

"Shang Qinghui, when you talk about others, can you think about yourself first, don't be so double-standard.

You are no longer a child, you are an adult, put away your childishness, even if you are the princess of the Shang family, as long as the Shang family falls, you are nothing. "

In the original book, the male protagonist Nangong Jin led the Nangong family from the last of the four to the first, laying down his own country and almost monopolizing the country's economy.

The original Shang and Hua families suffered heavy losses, especially the Shang family, which was destroyed.

And at that time, Shang Qinghui, the princess of the Shang family, was she just like a rat crossing the street.

As Bian Yingning spoke, her tone became a little more serious when she thought of these things.

In the original book, Shang Qinghui is completely a love brain, but for a man, he can lose himself, only knows to do everything possible to get love, and finally becomes a stepping stone for the hero to bring down the family.

Shang Qinghui's face was pale, and even the blush on her face couldn't cover up her ugly expression.

She is right.

It's really embarrassing for me to get angry and trouble her without being sure of the truth.

Obviously, she has helped him so much.

And every time she felt that she had ulterior motives.

Although she knew in her heart that she was wrong, Shang Qinghui couldn't say the words of apology.

Bian Yingning let go of her, and she didn't expect the always proud little princess to say anything to admit her mistakes.

"You don't have to think too much, I didn't do all this to get any benefit from you, I just did it for my own peace of mind." Bian Yingning wanted to leave after finishing speaking.

Shang Qinghui held her back.

Bian Ying stared sideways.

Neither of them spoke.

Then Shang Qinghui bent down, slowly picked up the cup of milk tea from the trash can, and took out the straw.

With a bang, the straw pierced the seal.

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The author has something to say:

I also want to draw cakes for my sisters, but I am afraid they will take it seriously (honest)