Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

I thought so, but when she really wanted to make a move, Jiang Jiaotao hesitated again.

She is so kind to herself, isn't she really cheating?

Even if not, it's purely because she's stupid, then she really wants it for herself if she says it's for herself, is it considered to be taking advantage of others...

After shopping around, Bian Yingning has picked out an off-white Fantawild bag, but Jiang Jiaotao hasn't picked one yet.

Asking someone to pack the ones she chose, Bian Yingning walked up to Jiang Jiaotao, who seemed absent-minded: "What's the matter, there is no one you like?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Jiaotao didn't know how to answer.

"Then let's change house?"

Jiang Jiaotao didn't answer, she looked behind Bian Yingning, there was a cabinet lady packing the bag Bian Yingning wanted: "Did you choose the one you like?"

"No," Bian Yingning glanced back, "I bought it for a... sister to make amends."

She agreed to apologize to Duanmu Zhengjie, but she didn't know how to express it. Why don't she buy a bag and put something in it as an apology.

Jiang Jiaotao's eyes moved slightly.

elder sister?

"You know so many sisters." Jiang Jiaotao said suddenly.

Bian Yingning frowned: "No, they are all...people who need to be recognized at work."

task = work

There is nothing wrong with this equation.

Jiang Jiaotao nodded, turned around and picked up a chain bag that she had just looked at for a long time and was fascinated by: "What do you think of this?"

"Good-looking, very individual." Bian Yingning praised earnestly.

Seeing that Jiang Jiaotao was also very satisfied, Bian Yingning asked someone to wrap this bag too.

When she turned to pay, Jiang Jiaotao looked back at the price of the bag she had chosen, which was more than 20 yuan.

The down payment for a suite in a small place is enough.

"Erasure the zeros for you, a total of 65..."

When Jiang Jiaotao heard the account reconciliation between the cabinet sister and Bian Yingning, she couldn't help but turn her eyes to the two shopping bags on the table.

The bag she gave to that sister was actually more than 40 yuan.

It seems...she is a very important sister.

"Hey," after paying, Bian Yingning handed Jiang Jiaotao the bag she picked out, "Nice to meet you, Miss Jiang."

She talked and smiled at Yanyan, the arc of her mouth was full of intoxicating magic, not to mention her generous hand, which made people want to fall into it.

Jiang Jiaotao took it, feeling a little uncomfortable for the first time: "Thank you..."

Even after taking the bag out of the store, Jiang Jiaotao still felt unreal. She really...received such an expensive bag?

The two continued to stroll around, Bian Yingning was still interested, but Jiang Jiaotao was always preoccupied.

"What are you thinking, am I too sudden, and the burden on you is too heavy?"

After walking one floor, Bian Yingning suddenly stopped and asked.

Jiang Jiaotao raised her eyes. She was wearing a pair of black thick heels today, and she was at eye level with Bian Yingning: "I...I just think that you should save more money for yourself instead of spending it like this."

"Ham, don't worry, I would be happy if the money could be mine, but the problem is, I can spend it, but not if I use it as my own assets."

After all, the Bian family has not been taken over by her yet.

Jiang Jiaotao seems to understand but not understand.

She doesn't think she is a kind person who collects money, but this is the first time someone treats her like this, and she just doesn't accept it for a while.

"Ah."

The two had a meal, and even though Jiang Jiaotao had forgotten about it, Bian Yingning still remembered to buy a few red bean cakes that she had just raved about, and brought them back to Jiang Jiaotao.

In the taxi, Jiang Jiaotao waved goodbye to Bian Yingning outside the car while touching the still warm red bean cake.

When the car started, Bian Yingning's figure was also left behind, and the faint aroma of red bean cakes filled the car.

Jiang Jiaotao smelled the cake, touched the bag, and unconsciously relaxed her brows.

……

After sending Jiang Jiaotao away, Bian Yingning breathed a sigh of relief, her favorability score should be pretty good today.

Just thinking about it, when Bian Yingning turned her head, she saw a man dressed in black standing not far behind her, even wearing a black peaked cap. If it was night now, she could completely blend in with the night.

"..." Agent?

Relatively speechless, the man in black raised the brim of his hat, revealing his face.

Round and round, very cute, with a hint of childishness, but with sharp eyes.

"Shang Qingfen? Why are you here?"

Shang Qinghui folded his hands, stared at Bian Yingning coldly, and said two words: "Passing by."

pass by?Bian Yingning turned her head and looked around. At this time, she was on the side of the road outside the shopping mall. This is where taxis pick up passengers and the bus stop. If you want to pass by, you shouldn't pass by here.

"Then why are you... dressed in such black?"

Shang Qingfen rubbed the hair on the back of his head that was covered by the hat: "Don't you think this is cool?"

Bian Yingning: "..." Is there a generation gap between her and her?

"Who was that woman just now?" Shang Qinghui asked suddenly.

Bian Yingning was taken aback: "Did you see it?"

"Why, can't you watch it?" Shang Qinghui asked back.

No, it just feels a little weird.

Bian Yingning looked Shang Qinghui up and down: "What are you passing by, you are not following me, are you?"

As soon as these words came out, Shang Qinghui instantly became a kitten whose tail was stepped on: "What nonsense are you talking about, who is so bored to follow you!"

She just... just wanted to see who this "Sister Peach" really was. Seeing how Bian Yingning was hiding herself, she didn't dare to answer the phone in front of her. There must be something wrong with her.

That's right, she's not a big shot, and she hasn't done anything shady: "If you don't have it, you don't have it, why are you so excited."

"Who is excited, don't change the subject, that woman just now...why haven't I seen her before, which family is she from?"

Shang Qinghui was bound to ask for an answer.

Bian Yingning hesitated for a moment: "You don't know..."

"You said I didn't know each other."

Bian Yingning raised her eyebrows: "Why do you want to know so much, what, you care about me?"

"I..." Shang Qinghui suddenly fell silent, and then revived in the next second: "If you like to talk or not, I'm not interested."

When she was done, she turned around and left, stepping on it hard, as if she had a grudge against the ground.

"It's weird." Bian Yingning looked at her back and said something confused.

……

There are many new projects to be launched in H City recently, which shows that it is to "remove the old and replace the new".The above actions are very big. Apart from the development of new areas, they are also planning to make another move in the tourism industry.

City H is close to the sea, with beautiful scenery and abundant resources, and the tourism industry is indeed a good project to drive economic development.

Therefore, the higher-ups planned to choose an image spokesperson for City H.

The work of this kind of information media must have fallen on the Hua family.

The fat and water don't flow to outsiders' fields. After confirming with Hua Jiangrong, the Hua family reported Hua Jiangrong, who had never wanted to disclose her identity.

Soon, the news that the top-ranking Huaying queen was the Hua family, the big brother of the information media, was immediately pushed up.

As soon as this news came out, Huajia's stock rose even higher.

Hua Jiangrong also immediately became a new generation of women hooked up with the country from a domestic entertainer to a certain extent.

Driven by Hua Jiangrong's traffic, the popularity of City H is getting better and better. Many people come here to experience this city that raised the elegant goddess Hua Jiangrong.

Of course, this was a matter of the latter point. When the identity of the spokesperson was confirmed, Duanmu Zhengjie and Hua Jiangrong met once at the dinner table.

At that time, among the crowd in suits and leather shoes, the bright colors of Duanmu Zhengjie and Hua Jiangrong were quite eye-catching.

"Miss Duanmu." Hua Jiangrong greeted Duanmu Zhengjie first after seeing her.

With a polite smile on Duanmu Zhengjie's face, he picked up his wine glass and touched her lightly: "Congratulations, Queen Hua."

"Thank you Miss Duanmu, and I am also very grateful to everyone for giving me this opportunity." Hua Jiangrong's etiquette was impeccable.

Duanmu Zhengjie leaned over, approached Hua Jiangrong slightly, and said in a voice that the two of them could hear: "Hua Ying's double success in love and career is really enviable."

Hua Jiangrong frowned without leaving a trace: "Did Miss Duanmu hear some rumors?"

Both of them were human beings, and as soon as Duanmu Zhengjie said this, Hua Jiangrong knew that the other party was not kind.

She wondered if she had heard some rumors from somewhere that she had an affair with someone she liked?

However, she knows that she is in a special period recently, and she has always paid attention to this issue, and it is impossible to talk about scandals.

"How could you be wrong?" Duanmu Zhengjie stretched out his hand to press the vertical lines on Hua Jiangrong's neckline. From the perspective of outsiders, the relationship between the two was very harmonious.

"When I'm free, I also have to feel Suowei's bed, whether it's soft or not."

After Duanmu Zhengjie finished speaking, he drew a suitable distance from Hua Jiangrong, raised his wine glass and smiled at her again. There were many things in that smile that only the two of them could understand.

Hua Jiangrong's face turned pale.

What did Duanmu Zhengjie mean? I asked myself that I hadn't had any quarrel with her. What she said...was she trying to beat her with what happened with Director Lei, telling herself that she had something in her hands?

What does she want to do, take care of herself?

Or... otherwise.

……

Bian Yingning bought the apology gift for Duanmu Zhengjie, but she didn't dare to give it away, and she didn't even dare to send a message to others.

It's okay, it's just that thick-skinned people suddenly aren't bold enough.

Alas, she is indeed a shy little girl.

The book says that the things that are most easily touched by people are the things that are usually difficult to obtain.

So, Bian Yingning learned from Aunt Zhuo for two days, and finally she was able to make a beautiful and delicious cookie by herself.

After packing the cookies in a box and putting them in a bag, Bian Yingning looked at the beautifully packaged gift box, feeling a little hesitant.

This, how to send it, send it over?It seems insincere.

Send it in person?It's embarrassing.

When Bian Yingning was scratching her head and cheeks, a message came from her mobile phone.

It was the person she was thinking of right now.

Duanmu Zhengjie: "Are you free?"

Bian Yingning's eyes lit up, and she quickly replied: "Yes, yes, what's wrong, Sister Duanmu."

The two haven't been in touch for a long time.

"I want to give you something back, let's meet."

Oh my god, isn't this a pillow delivered to your door as soon as you fall asleep? Bian Yingning can't say anything except "good good".

"At nine o'clock tonight, see you in Room 1601, Suowei."

Bian Yingning: "?"

Wait, wait... Why is this string of words so familiar?

Isn't this... isn't this the place the two of them went to when Hua Jiangrong was designed by someone last time?

And it's still the same room... Isn't this the only room in the hotel?

Or...does the people in this book have a special fondness for this room number?

However, "give it back to yourself"?

Did she lend Duanmu Zhengjie anything, no.

Bian Yingning thought about it but didn't think about it, so she simply gave up, thinking that she should know when she saw someone.

After taking a shower, putting on beautiful makeup, and bringing the presents she had prepared, Bian Yingning came to Suowei Hotel.

I broke two doors here last time and lost a lot of money, which is really sad to think about.

No, I have to order to find a way to take over this hotel, and her Bian family will be the monopoly of the hotel industry in City H.

As soon as I arrived at the door, it was the familiar manager again.

The manager saw Bian Yingning startled.

Fortunately, everyone has seen the world, so they quickly adjusted: "Miss Bian, why are you here?"

Holding the gift box in her arms, Bian Yingning walked a bit slower: "I have an appointment."

"Ah, are you looking for friends again?"

Bian Yingning stopped and looked at him sideways, "You should understand that some things are already rotten in your stomach."

No one can reveal what happened to Hua Jiangrong now.

The manager's heart trembled when she saw her, and he quickly apologized: "I understand, I understand, I'm sorry, Miss Bian."

Bian Yingning ignored him and went straight into the elevator.

After Bian Yingning left, the manager breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't forget to ask someone to pay more attention to Bian Yingning's whereabouts in the hotel.

When they arrived at Room 1601, Bian Yingning knocked on the door, and the door was quickly opened.

Just as Bian Yingning committed herself to go in, the door was closed.

The room was the same as last time, only the ambient light by the bed was turned on, Bian Yingning turned on the switch by the door, and the orange headlight lit up, allowing her to see the surrounding situation clearly.

There was a suit jacket on the bed, Bian Yingning turned her head, and Duanmu Zhengjie, who was only wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, was leaning against the door and looking at her with her arms folded.

"Duan... Sister Duanmu." Bian Yingning felt that Duanmu Zhengjie was a little strange tonight, but she couldn't explain it. When she met her dark eyes, Bian Yingning felt terrified.

"Holding what?"

Duanmu Zhengjie looked at the things in Bian Yingning's arms.

"Oh," Bian Yingning hurriedly handed the gift box in front of Duanmu Zhengjie: "This is a gift I bought for my sister. I'm really sorry for getting your clothes dirty last time."

Duanmu Zhengjie stared at the gift box for a few seconds before reaching out to take it: "What is it?"

She walked to the TV cabinet opposite the big bed, put the beautifully wrapped gift box on it, and just stared at it without any intention of opening it.

"Well... a small gift, you remember to check all the places."

Bian Yingning was still standing at the entrance, not daring to come in.

The door was closed, there were only the two of them in the room, and with the previous memories, she really couldn't relax about this place.

Duanmu Zhengjie didn't speak any more, her shirt was tucked into her hip-wrapping skirt, and she leaned against the TV cabinet just like that, with her high heels on her feet, showing her curves.

Because of the rolled up sleeves, she was a little less rigorous than usual and more uninhibited.

The longer Bian Yingning stayed here, the more difficult it was to breathe: "Sister Duanmu, why did you book this room? The facilities in this room are not perfect. If you go to my hotel to meet, I will at least arrange a suite for you. "

To be honest, she still had doubts about Duanmu Zhengjie calling her to meet at the hotel.

"It seems that you are very familiar with this room." Duanmu Zhengjie said flatly, his fingertips gliding over the surface of the gift box.

Bian Yingning didn't see Duanmu Zhenghao that day, so when Duanmu Zhengjie asked this question, her back turned cold.

Did people know about Hua Jiangrong?

"Whether familiar or not, you can tell at a glance." Bian Yingning laughed.

"By the way, sister called me, what do you want to return to me?"

Duanmu Zhengjie stopped touching the gift box, raised his eyelids, and signaled Bian Yingning to look at the bed: "Take it in my coat pocket."

Bian Yingning looked at the suit jacket that was as far away as heaven and earth from her.

She was across the room and the coat was across the room.

"This... this is not very good." How can I touch someone else's coat pocket by myself.

"Since I called you, I'm here to watch you, what's wrong?" Duanmu Zhengjie stood still, the light above her head was shining directly down, a small half of her face was hidden in the shadow of the outline, and she couldn't see Too real look.

Bian Yingning always has the illusion that a sheep is in the mouth of a tiger.

It's not that bad, the main reason is that she was a little scared and didn't dare to go into this room.

Silence spread between the two of them. Thinking of Duanmu Zhengjie's unfinished task, Bian Yingning finally moved.

She walked in step by step, and when she reached the bed, she picked up the coat on the bed, took another look at Duanmu Zhengjie, and then slowly put her hand into the pocket of her suit.

She remembered that she really didn't lend Duanmu Zhengjie anything, but she certainly didn't put any nails in her pocket, or snakes, rats, rats and ants to scare her.

The first pocket touched was empty.

Bian Yingning asked her while changing a pocket: "Why don't I remember that I lent something to my sister?"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Bian Yingning touched something with the texture of cloth.

She pulled it out with a puzzled face.

Because she only twisted one corner, following her movements, Bian Yingning took out a pair of black lace thong trousers made up of several straps from the pocket of her serious suit.

Under very bright light, it shows its whole picture.

Bian Yingning, who saw clearly what she was taking, seemed to be scalded and let go of her hands. The trousers fell lightly, half of them fell on the coat, and one side fell on the white sheet, black and white complement each other.

Bian Yingning backed away in fright.

What the fuck, she remembered, when Duanmu Zhengjie said that she didn't have any pants, she ran to the front desk to find some underwear that was on sale in the hotel and brought them up for her.

Because of the dress I was wearing at that time, it was natural to wear this T-shaped.

It was nothing at the time, but looking at it now, no matter how you think about it, something is wrong.

"This...there is no need to pay this back." Bian Yingning stammered.

If you really want to return it, shouldn't you return the dress?

"Cuckoo-"

The sound of high heels sounded as the master walked.

Bian Yingning stood by the bed, and Duanmu Zhengjie walked to her side, blocking her retreat with his body.

The exquisite cold face is unbelievably beautiful.

"Why don't you have to pay it back? If you have a loan, you can pay it back. Isn't it not difficult to borrow it again?" Bian Yingning's hot breath sprayed into Bian Yingning's ear, and Bian Yingning leaned against the head of the bed involuntarily.

"This..." Seeing Duanmu Zhengjie approaching gradually, Bian Yingning's heart beat faster.

"Sister... Is there some misunderstanding between us?"

The development of this matter is not right.

The corners of Duanmu Zhengjie's mouth turned upwards, his hands started to unbutton his shirt from the neckline, his eyes were glued to Bian Yingning's body: "What's the misunderstanding, aren't you familiar with this place?"

"No..." Bian Yingning finally realized that Duanmu Zhengjie really knew something.

"You really misunderstood, I was here to save people..." Bian Yingning folded her hands on her chest and spoke quickly, trying to explain the matter clearly.

If it dragged on, in this scene, she felt that she was about to lose her innocence for the third time in this world.

"Save people?" Duanmu Zhengjie was already undoing the third button.

"Hmm... the kind where firefighters help people put out fires?" Duanmu Zhengjie's voice was slightly hoarse, and her voice was breathy when she spoke. endlessly.

"No, I think we really have some misunderstanding!" Bian Yingning almost shed tears: "I am not such a person, you don't want to be like this, we have something to talk about..."

"Don't you want to make friends with me?" The fourth button declared his death.

The milk jelly wrapped tightly in the white coat was rippling with tempting waves.

"Making friends is not this kind of friend, sister, don't be like this, I'm afraid..." Bian Yingning was already stuck to the wall, with her foot leaning against the bedside table, she had nowhere to retreat.

Why did things turn out like this? She just wanted to do the tasks well and earn points. Did she give people a wrong hint somewhere?

If there is, can she change, can she change her career, can she go now first!

"Why, Hua Jiangrong can, but I can't?" The voice was slightly condensed.

The hem of the shirt was pulled out from the skirt.

If you want to cover it up, it's better than that.

"No, I'm just a simple little girl, I haven't lived like this with others..." Bian Yingning looked down at the ground, with her hands resting on the wall behind her, forcefully interpreting "see no evil".

"I may be more powerful than her."

The sound of high heels sounded again, and when a shadow was cast in front of Bian Yingning's eyes, Bian Yingning's body shook like a sieve.

Crazy, everyone here is crazy.

Bai Nen slender fingers hooked her chin with strength, Bian Yingning raised her head, and met Duanmu Zhengjie's eyes as dark as ink, her heart stopped suddenly.

The moment she pressed down, Bian Yingning suddenly got the strength to push Duanmu Zhengjie onto the bed.

Duanmu Zhengjie, who was thrown onto the bed, was taken aback for a moment, his body swayed with the extremely elastic bed, thinking that she was going against the guest.

In the next second, a gust of wind passed by.

Before she could react, a figure rushed to the door, frantically rattling the bolt on the door.

Then, the door opened and closed again with a bang, and the room returned to calm, leaving Duanmu Zhengjie alone lying on the bed with his clothes wide open.

"Help, help, help, ah, ah—"

After Bian Yingning rushed out, she still had lingering fears, and while running, she looked back for fear that Duanmu Zhengjie would chase her out.

She pressed the elevator button, and seeing that the elevator was still on the third floor, she didn't dare to wait for the elevator, so she rushed to the safe passage and ran down the stairs.

It's too dangerous, it's really too dangerous here.

She was clearly doing a task, why did things turn out like this.

The quiet fire exit was full of Bian Yingning's panicked footsteps, until she ran out of the hotel in a hurry, her feet limp and collapsed on the side of the road.

What's the situation, a good translator, why... crazy.

Better than Hua Jiangrong?Could this be the comparison between women?

Could it be that she has a grudge with Hua Jiangrong, and there is a fight between the two of them, so she came to mess with herself?