Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

The leaves around the school road have long been knocked down by the snow, and now the bare tree branches are full of unmelted snow.

The weather in the afternoon is a bit gloomy, and when you come out of the warm room, you suddenly feel the chill, which makes you shiver.

Shang Qinghui stared at the person sitting in the car in front of her, she really didn't expect her eyelids to be so thick, and she couldn't help gnashing her teeth a bit more when she spoke.

"Don't you know what you did to be sorry for me?"

When she said this, Bian Yingning, who originally wanted to know what "wrong thing" she had done, suddenly became interested.

Standing on the car window with her hands folded, Bian Yingning looked at her with a smile on her face, and said in a long voice, "Oh? I'm sorry about you? I really don't know about it."

Especially the words "I'm sorry", and deliberately dragging the tune.

Shang Qinghui's fist in his pocket hardened.

The connotation of the text is broad and profound.

Why did Bian Yingning's mouth suddenly change the taste of a few words that were obviously good?

How to give her the smell of being caught by a girlfriend?

Smile, laugh, what's so funny, speechless.

"You, say." Shang Qinghui glanced back at one of the bodyguards, telling him to stand up.

After receiving the order, the stalwart bodyguard took a step forward and explained loudly as if watching his nose, nose, nose, and heart:

"Thank you to my classmate for providing us with accurate information about Miss's location near the International Exchange College at xx pm on xx days."

As the bodyguard's voice fell, Shang Qinghui looked at Bian Yingning fiercely, to see what nonsense she could say.

Shang Qinghui thought she would quibble, but Bian Yingning was puzzled after hearing this.

"Look, your bodyguard is still thanking me, shouldn't you thank me too, why are you still bothering me, you are... a dog biting Lu Dongbin?"

"You are the dog!"

Shang Qinghui was so angry that she wanted to go forward and tear her into pieces.

"Don't play dumb with me, I think I have no grievances with you, why do you meddle in my own business?"

Good question, why meddle in your own business?

Isn't that Meng Weixin watching over there?

"I just don't want to see news of a fat young girl getting lost on the TV news in two days."

Bian Yingning sat down and returned to the driver's seat, and said the last sentence to Shang Qinghui while starting the car: "I'm a person who doesn't like to leave a name for my good deeds, so you don't have to thank me too much."

The car suddenly left when it came, leaving only a trace of exhaust gas.

Shang Qinghui, who couldn't believe what he heard, was stunned in place, only those three words were left in his mind——

"Fat Girl", "Fat Girl", "Fat Girl"...

She thinks she is a girl, fat?fat?She is fat, her whole family is fat!

"Bian-ying-ning!"

Why did she feel for a moment that Bian Yingning was not a bad person?

Was her head kicked by a donkey or caught in a door?

Why didn't she follow Meng Weixin's suggestion to change teams?

Asking herself three times in a row made Shang Qinghui feel like she was a balloon filled with air, and she might explode in the next second.

She turned her head and glanced at the bodyguard, sneered, "Thank her?"

bodyguard:"……"

……

"Tsk..." Bian Yingning, who arrived at the entrance of the company, still wanted to laugh when she thought of Shang Qingfen's appearance of being so angry that she was about to explode but felt helpless.

I just like the way others are angry and can't do it to me.

Bad taste.

After checking the documents that needed her approval, Bian Yingning stretched, only to realize that it was already dark and her stomach was empty.

She flipped through the table, looking for the phone number of the restaurant under her name, and asked them to bring some food over. She had already told her assistant to get off work after a busy day.

While finding the restaurant directory, she also saw the invitation letter sent by the assistant during the day.

The masked ball led by a charity organization, the money raised at the ball will be donated to charity, looking forward to her visit...

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and some families are happy while others are sad. Indeed, we should do something good within our ability.

Thinking about it, Bian Yingning casually put the invitation letter in a conspicuous place.

But the most urgent thing is to fill the stomach is more important.

……

"You say that you are only busy with business every day, but you don't go to socializing at all, how can this work." Bian's mother threw back the bank card that Bian Yingning gave her to attend the charity masked ball in front of her.

"And this kind of dance is just for young people like you to play. Why are we going to join in the fun? If you want to do something good, you go by yourself."

Bian Yingning sat on the sofa and looked at the tablet with her legs crossed, without raising her head: "I don't like to move, I'm introverted and closed."

The silent Father Bian took out a feather duster.

Bian Yingning: ""...

When the family was "happy", Aunt Zhuo came in with a beautifully packaged gift box: "Miss, I have your express delivery."

Only then did Bian Yingning raise her head: "My courier?"

She was a little confused, she didn't buy anything online, and looking at the packaging, it didn't look like it could be delivered by express delivery.

"Maybe your friend sent it to you." Aunt Zhuo said without looking sideways as she handed the gift box to Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning took it and looked at it, there was still a piece of paper stuck on the surface of the gift box.

It reads: "Hope to see you shine at the masked ball. ——A girl with an invincible beauty and flowery beauty in the universe."

Bian Yingning: "..."

"What is it?" Bian's mother stretched her neck curiously for a few glances.

"Oh, a small gift." Already guessing who gave it, Bian Yingning got up and carried the gift box back to her room, leaving a sentence: "Since none of you want to go, then I have to go, who told me to be so filial."

Father Bian's feather duster was ready to move.

After returning to the room, Bian Yingning and the gift box looked at each other in blank dismay.

What will the little boy bring her.

dead mouse?

But she said she wanted to see me shine.

It can't be a dress that can be torn if you move your hands and feet.

Forget it, just open it and see.

Bian Yingning was pulling the ribbon of the bow, and with a slight tug, the binding ribbon loosened and fell apart.

During this process, she actually felt a trace of nervous anticipation.

There is also a small light on the side of the cover, it should be that kind of small light.

It's kind of ceremonial.

Bian Yingning pressed the switch first, and then opened the cover.

In the small twinkling lights that are bright yellow like fireflies, and in the middle of the pure white and holy raffia, there is a wild boar mask with two big curved fangs lying quietly.

Bian Yingning: "..."

Grass.

I'm looking forward to it.

……

The angel mask with feathers, the devil mask with complex and mysterious patterns, the dazzling prince mask, etc., complement each other with gorgeous costumes.

The dark red wine in the goblet was held in someone's hand, whispering and laughing, and people came and went in groups of twos and threes, which was very lively.

This is what Bian Yingning saw.

Hua Cancan beside her was wearing a long white dress and a white fox mask for the first time today, her charming aura suddenly became a little more pure.

Coupled with the pride on her chest, no matter how pure she is, she is not really pure.

"There are quite a lot of people." Bian Yingning turned to Hua Cancan and said.

Hua Cancan glanced at her, then turned her head away in disgust: "Your mask is too ugly, don't watch me speak."

Bian Yingning: "! Do you have aesthetics?"

"I haven't." Hua Cancan said bluntly.

With her like this, Bian Yingning had nothing to say.

As soon as the two of them entered through the door, the eyes of the people inside were more or less fixed on them, as if trying to identify who they were.

When others looked at Hua Cancan, their eyes were full of astonishment and admiration.

When she looked at Bian Yingning, she was only surprised and puzzled.

Bian Yingning hesitated: "..."

Is it really that ugly?

The lighting in the banquet hall is a bit dim, probably to match the theme.

After all, they are all masked, and Tailiang is no different from being masked or not.

This kind of dance usually starts to raise donations in the middle, the beginning is hot, and the end is for everyone to play.

It's not too early for the two of them, but the fundraising has not yet started.

But before he came in to grab a glass of wine, Hua Cancan had already been invited by five people to dance.

After being rejected, they looked at Bian Yingning hesitantly, and finally chose to leave.

Hua Cancan smiled: "This masked dance is quite fun."

Bian Yingning lacked interest, slightly shaking the wine in her hand, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

"If you knew you were Bian Yingning, the people who invited you to the dance would line up." Hua Cancan mocked as she looked at the people at the ball.

"So this mask is quite effective." Bian Yingning touched the wild boar mask on his face.

"Bian Yingning?" A cold voice suddenly sounded beside the two of them.

Turning around, a short-haired woman in an ice-blue fishtail skirt walked over at some point.

Holding the wine glass in one hand, one hand gently rests on the bend of the other hand.

The long skirt is very close-fitting, showing her figure perfectly. Even in dim light, you can still see her long legs and thin waist, her curves are charming, and her temperament is elegant.

Looking at her eyes hidden behind the silver mask, those eyes are calm and reserved, as if nothing can cause her waves.

"...Sister Duanmu."

Seeing her, Bian Yingning stood up straight unconsciously, like a naughty child caught by an adult.

Both Duanmu Zhengjie and Hua Cancan could see her embarrassment.

Hua Cancan's eyes darkened slightly, and Duanmu Zhengjie's red lips showed a self-deprecating arc.

It seems that I haven't heard this name for a long time.

"Long time no see." Duanmu Zhengjie said.

Bian Yingning nodded: "...Long time no see."

After a simple greeting, the two of them felt awkward having nothing to say.

In the end, it was Duanmu Zhengjie who brought her wine glass over.

"A drink?" she asked.

The masks everyone wears only cover the upper half of their faces, so drinking and eating doesn't affect them.

Bian Yingning clinked glasses with her, and they drank with their chins slightly lifted.

Hua Cancan took a sip of her own drink, and didn't understand the behavior of the two of them drinking as soon as they drank.

"I haven't had time to congratulate you, you got the development project in the south." Duanmu Zhengjie's tone could not hear the slightest emotion, he was alienated and polite, as if he just met an acquaintance and came to say hello.

Bian Yingning almost thought that the night in the hotel was just her dream.

"It was just a fluke."

Duanmu Zhengjie let out a low laugh, and did not comment on it: "I heard that you plan to develop it into a city?"

"Sister Duanmu is very well informed."

After speaking once, it is not difficult to say this title again.

"But it's a pity, I probably won't be able to see the completed building for the first time."

Bian Yingning was startled, and had another guess in her mind: "Sister Duanmu... wants to..."

"Expatriate, two years." Duanmu Zhengjie's tone was flat, as if talking about other people's business.

Bian Yingning's heart was dark when she heard the words, and she couldn't utter a word.

She couldn't help but wonder if it was because of herself that she left the country.

Duanmu Zhengjie seemed to know what Bian Yingning was thinking: "When you see me again in the future, you will call me Minister."

Bian Yingning secretly breathed out, but her heart was still heavy: "When will I go?"

"tomorrow."

"...so urgent."

"In fact, it has been approved for a long time."

Hua Cancan didn't have the slightest sense of eavesdropping, and even changed to a more comfortable position and stood leaning against the table behind.

Maybe it was because her posture in watching the show was too dazzling, so Duanmu Zhengjie glanced at her.

With just this one glance, Hua Cancan couldn't help but tremble, and her leisurely posture froze.

It is worthy of being an official N generation, this kind of demeanor, people can't help but admire it.

After glancing at Hua Cancan and not paying attention to her, Duanmu Zhengjie casually passed the wine glass in his hand to the waiter who came and went behind him, and invited, "Do you want to dance with me?"

Bian Yingning also put the wine glass away, and held out her hand slightly formally, "It's an honor."

The two stepped onto the dance floor, dancing a simple dance like many people on the dance floor.

It's just that gradually, the eyes of people around can't help but fall on them.

The icy blue mermaid skirt, which looks like the deep sea, interweaves and separates from the silver skirt that glows with cold light.

It is reminiscent of a mermaid jumping out of the water on the boundless sea, reflected by the moonlight.

The picturesque and beautiful scrolls are all in front of you.

The darkness on this side was lit up by them.

The delicate blue mask is elegant like a princess, but it also complements the ferocious beast.

The two of them were not too close, they just danced in a proper manner.

No one spoke.

Silence flows between the two, accompanied by music.

At this moment, everyone's hearts are quiet and peaceful.

As soon as the dance was closed, Duanmu Zhengjie brushed the wild boar mask with protruding fangs on Bian Yingning's face carelessly: "The mask...is quite unique."

Bian Yingning touched subconsciously, just in time to touch the white fangs that came with the mask.

The red lips not covered by the mask curled up, she smiled, and said softly: "She gave it to you."

Duanmu Zhengjie also smiled: "It's very suitable for you."

Bian Yingning: "..."

"Farewell first."

Duanmu Zhengjie turned and left, feeling relaxed all over.

She is not who she imagined.

In my heart, she is a harmless little rabbit who obediently chases and calls her sister, and will run away if she is scared.

But actually, she's not.

I fell asleep at three in the morning and woke up at three in the morning.