Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

When Duanmu Zhengjie returned home, Duanmu Zhenghao also just came back.

What happened tonight hit him so hard that Duanmu Zhenghao didn't notice Duanmu Zhengjie's abnormality.

When he came back, he ran to Duanmu Zhengjie and babbled, "Sister, do you know what happened tonight?"

Holding a blank piece of paper, Duanmu Zhengjie shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Tonight, our bureau received an anonymous report that someone in a bar was suspected of illegal transactions. Some seniors in the bureau went there with the idea that they would rather be wrong than let it go...

I brought back a group of people, maybe twenty or thirty. "

Duanmu Zhenghao recalled.

"En." Duanmu Zhengjie unfolded and closed the paper in his hands, playing absent-mindedly.

"I don't want to say how many are acquaintances I know, the main reason is that I still meet..." At this point, Duanmu Zhenghao suddenly became a little vague and unable to speak.

Pause for a moment—

"Bian Yingning?" Duanmu Zhengjie said it for him.

Duanmu Zhenghao's eyes widened: "Sister, how do you know?"

Duanmu Zhengjie smiled.

Duanmu Zhenghao didn't wait for her reply either, his sister must have her own information chain.

"You don't know how surprised I was when I saw her. I thought she was just a womanizer. I didn't expect her to do such a thing. Doesn't she feel dirty?"

The more Duanmu Zhenghao talked, the more angry he became. He was young, and he didn't have too much defense in front of his own sister, and he had a good impression of Bian Yingning at first, but he didn't expect that the two would become like this later.

"Shut up." As soon as Duanmu Zhenghao finished speaking, Duanmu Zhengjie scolded.

Duanmu Zhenghao was taken aback, he couldn't believe his ears.

"sister?"

"You don't know the truth of the matter, so don't talk about others."

Duanmu Zhengjie didn't apologize, she said flatly.

Since he grew up, Duanmu Zhengjie never said a serious word to him again, Duanmu Zhenghao frowned: "I don't know the truth of the matter, it's all in front of my eyes, and we still have photos there. "

When they usually act, they will take pictures and record them as some evidence.

"She was alone, and she got two ducks. I checked the two ducks myself. They are the kind that roam around rich women..."

"According to the seniors, when they went in, she was still holding a small leather whip... Forget it, I really can't go on..."

"I told you to shut up, didn't you hear?" The disgust on Duanmu Zhenghao's face stung Duanmu Zhengjie, and she repeated it again with a cold face.

The shock on her made Duanmu Zhenghao dare not say a word again.

"Then do you know how many people's money those two ducks took in their hands to show up today?" Duanmu Zhengjie raised his eyelids and met Duanmu Zhenghao's eyes.

Duanmu Zhenghao looked back at her dumbly.

"Don't speak ill of Bian Yingning." Duanmu Zhengjie left the last sentence and went back to his room.

Duanmu Zhenghao's expression changed, and then he realized that something that he didn't know might have happened quietly.

……

Duanmu Zhengjie, who had returned to her room, looked at the blank letter that was still written, and the fire in her heart was about to burn herself out.

What about Nangong Jin?

Is it really him?

Mere ants.

How dare a mere ant fight against her Duanmu family.

It's not like you've heard too many stories about ants destroying the embankment.

……

In the middle of the night, Duanmu Zhengjie, who finally fell asleep, frowned even in his sleep.

She went back to last night in a trance.

When she went to that bar.

She wanted herself not to go, but she couldn't help herself.

She had just arrived at the door with the bodyguards.

A little girl came with a balloon and offered to give it to her, and she took it, with a string wrapped around the bottom of the balloon.

There were only three words on it, but it was a warning to her.

"one person."

So she had to go in by herself.

In order to conceal her eyes and ears, she also wore sunglasses and a mask.

When she reached door 305, she knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, she was dragged in.

The two men looked at her quietly and poured her a glass of wine.

She didn't know the purpose of the other party's visit, and she didn't dare to drink.

Time passed silently.

Until she asked who sent them, for what purpose, and what they wanted.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and told her not to be nervous, drink a glass of wine, and the three of them chatted to express their daily depression.

Slowly, Duanmu Zhengjie realized that the other party was delaying time.

She got up and wanted to leave but was held back, and she began to get entangled with the two of them.

She has practiced some basic Sanda, but the absolute suppression between the genders, she didn't get any good from the two of them, she was punched on the head, and the whole person began to faint.

She was dragged to the bedside. At that moment, she had countless guesses in her heart, why the two of them had an infectious disease and wanted to destroy her.

She arranged for some bodyguards to sneak into the bar as customers, and said that she would come in if she didn't hear from her within 10 minutes after entering the private room, but she didn't wait for them to come.

While she was struggling, there was a knock on the door.

Before she had time to raise hope, the excitement of the two people beside her was visible to the naked eye.

The heart began to sink again.

This feeling of not being able to touch the other party's purpose is too powerless.

A person excitedly ran to open the door, and as the door was kicked open, a person she had never thought of appeared in front of her.

Even though she was clearly unable to beat the two, she managed to take them down with ease.

She told herself to hide.

But there was nowhere to hide in the room.

The visitor looked towards the window.

She asked herself if she was afraid.

afraid.

Not afraid to be fake.

But she had no choice.

Pulling back the curtains, she opened the window.

Fortunately, they were on the third floor, and there was no anti-theft net installed. Unfortunately, they were on the third floor, and she couldn't go down.

There is a small eaves under the window, which is used for the outdoor unit of the air conditioner on the floor below.

The bottom is very high, below is the corner between several buildings, it is dirty, and it is still four corners.

She climbed up, but she didn't step on it firmly when she propped her feet to the raised ledge below. She lost her balance and fell sharply.

With a muffled bang, she fell heavily to the ground.

There is a lot of rubbish in the corners of the buildings, such as small wooden boards, bricks, food packaging bags, and finished takeaway boxes...

She slammed into the trash, hitting the corner of the brick hard with the back of her head.

No pain.

She couldn't feel the pain, and her whole body seemed to be paralyzed.

She saw herself, dying with regret, and the place under her body was soaked with dark red blood.

She, Duanmu Zhengjie, a proud girl who had made others admire and marveled since she was a child, and wished she could live like her in the next life, died in a horn.

In his sleep, Duanmu Zhengjie suddenly opened his eyes.

She was in her own room, lying on a familiar and comfortable bed, everything just now was fake.

Yes, fake, she knows.

Because at that time she stepped on it.

Even if he didn't step on it, the hand holding her was obviously as slender and soft as hers, but it gave her a strong sense of security and strength.

She held herself tightly until she stepped on the raised ledge securely.

she says:

"Don't be afraid, don't think, don't listen."

"Just wait, when people leave, someone will come to you."

She listened to her.

She didn't pay attention to the noisy noises in the house, but just controlled herself and stood there firmly, with her hands clinging to the window sill above.

The window was closed and the curtains were drawn, but she still heard the sentence: "Take away..."

She was not made to wait for a long time, or maybe she had no concept of the passage of time, she felt that it was not long.

Soon, two or three people came in and pulled her up, and someone even followed her on the floor below, and many quilts were thrown on the ground, making perfect preparations for her.

……

Duanmu Zhengjie took a sip of water and lay down again.

This time, she had another dream.

a sweet dream.

……

Ouyang Fei ran home in a hurry, and threw herself into the sofa as soon as she entered the door, with a dignified expression and a bit of disbelief.

Shang Qinghui, who was watching the pole dancing video on the sofa, subconsciously put away the tablet.

"What's the matter, didn't you go to Bian's house tonight to talk about the bidding?" Shang Qinghui asked suspiciously.

Why did my mother look shocked.

"The lion of the Bian family opened his mouth or something?" Shang Qinghui asked.

"Auntie, pour me a cup of hot tea." Ouyang Fei first said to the maid next to her.

Shang Qinghui frowned: "What happened?"

Ouyang Fei sighed, took the aunt's hot tea and held it tightly in the palm of her hand, took a sip to warm her body, and then sighed.

"You...you usually get in touch with Bian Yingning, what kind of person do you think she is?"

this question.

Shang Qing huddled on the sofa, wearing a white pajamas, some short fluff, and various pink fruit patterns on it, he looked very obedient.

"It's okay, just open your mouth, no matter what you say about her today, Mom won't say anything about you." Ouyang Fei comforted her.

Shang Qinghui gave her a strange look.

"Bian Yingning..." Shang Qinghui thought for a while: "It's pretty good."

Ouyang Fei was taken aback.

"pretty good?"

Could she be dreaming? In the past, every time her daughter mentioned Bian Yingning, she was like a puffed-up porpoise, but now she actually said - "Very good"?

"Why is it so good?" Ouyang Fei became anxious.

Shang Qinghui felt even more strange, and asked coquettishly: "What's the matter with you, when I said bad things about her, you kept telling me to get along well with her.

Now that I say she's fine, you're starting to feel dissatisfied again? "

Ouyang Fei was at a loss for words.

After a while, I found the words again: "I used to think of girls... Besides, everyone has this status, and it's okay to be a little bit hot-tempered or bad-tempered.

It's just that I didn't expect her to be... Damn, I misjudged her, you should have less contact with her in the future. "

Shang Qinghui squinted at Ouyang Fei: "Women are annoying, they look different every time. What happened, what kind of charades are you playing, can't you explain it directly? I'm so annoyed by always covering up !"

Ouyang took another sip of tea: "I was at Bian's house just now, and I heard your aunt Bian answering the phone, she seemed to say something... Where Bian Yingning went to play ducks, she bumped into the police to sweep yellow, and was arrested.

I don't know if he is still in the police station, but he should have been brought out. "

Shang Qing raised his eyelids and froze on the spot.

Ouyang Fei continued: "I never thought that she would be such a girl...

What is her identity in the Bian family?What kind of man do you want? If you just hook your fingers and pounce on him, how can you do this..."

Although there are quite a few rich wives in the circle who pack some ducks, a headed mistress like Ouyang Fei absolutely despises them.

Shang Qinghui couldn't help but recall the Bian Yingning he saw at night.

At that time, she looked so embarrassed, as if she was going to die in the next second, as if she was abandoned there by the whole world.

Why would she be...

Shang Qinghui squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "You heard it wrong, it's impossible..."

Didn't she still get entangled with Duanmu Zhengjie last time? Why... take everything?

Ouyang Fei retorted angrily: "How could you hear me wrong, your Aunt Bian stood up in fright when she heard the news, and Uncle Bian even patted the sofa several times in anger.

Embarrassing me and your dad... Forget it, forget it, it's really bad luck.Your dad has gone directly to the company now. I don't know if he intends to take that project for our family alone.

I thought Bian Yingning was pretty good at first, and the Bian family should be pretty good in her hands in the future. Seeing her like this now, I'd better say goodbye. "