Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

In the circle of ladies in City H, apart from the occasional family holding a small party for socializing and socializing, they also organize a party with only girls every three months.

And it's a membership-only party.

In fact, the content is nothing, just get together to have a good time, is it... a means to get closer?

Anyway, this party will be invited to this party when everyone turns 18, and once they are married, they cannot come again.

Shang Qinghui just came of age two months ago, this is the first time she has been invited to participate.

Hua Cancan ate and drank enough and said that she wanted to change into hotter clothes to attend the party, but Bian Yingning didn't stop her. According to the memory of the original owner, because there were no outsiders in this party, everyone let it go... quite openly.

She got up to watch the chef's competition above. Everything was normal, but the two people in charge of the missing side dish still couldn't find a replacement.

Bian Yingning smiled slightly, and told people, "Tell them to pack up and leave."

"Then what if there is one less dish that needs to be tested?" The manager of the western restaurant lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

Bian Yingning licked the corner of her mouth: "Let them use the remaining ingredients to make a dish freely."

The manager nodded hastily, this is the only way to go now.

From another perspective, this kind of emergency can actually test the level of a chef.

After finishing the matter, Bian Yingning came to the dance hall next door, intending to take another look at this side, if there is no problem, she will also go to change clothes and dress up.

You can't lose the wind in front of all the sisters.

When I arrived at the ballroom, watching everyone dancing, drinking, chatting and socializing, the scene was harmonious, Bian Yingning felt relieved and walked around with a glass of wine.

Seeing Duanmu Zhenghao surrounded by two girls from a distance, she didn't know what they were talking about, and she suddenly remembered.

It's bad, it seems that I haven't gotten closer to Duanmu Zhengjie tonight.

"Why isn't Duanmu Zhengjie's mission over yet?" Bian Yingning asked the system.

"Currently no information has been detected that Duanmu Zhengjie will not help the hero Nangong Jin, so the mission is not over yet."

"?"

What the hell, Nangong Jin has behaved like that tonight, is it possible that Duanmu Zhengjie will help him?

"What's going on, why does a good elite goddess have no brains at all when she meets Nangong Jin? Is she a good person? That's a poisonous snake that can't be warmed!"

While complaining, Bian Yingning took the wine and turned into the balcony next to her to get some air.

She was talking to the system in her head, so she didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment, and she walked with relatively big strides, one of them was unprepared, and suddenly a person came out from the balcony and collided with Bian Yingning head-on.

In the blink of an eye, Bian Yingning slammed on the brakes in fright, but she didn't collide with that person, but the wine in the glass was poured forward due to inertia.

"..." Bian Yingning held the cup and covered her mouth, staring at Duanmu Zhengjie with her eyes closed like copper bells.

The red wine was slowly falling from her delicate face, one drop after another, seeping into her white dress, like red plums blooming on the snow.

He didn't intend to stay here when he heard someone was coming, but he didn't expect Duanmu Zhengjie, who was poured wine all over his face when he turned around, "..."

"I'm sorry, Sister Duanmu..." Bian Yingning quickly lifted up the hem of her clothes after realizing it, and wiped the wine stains on Duanmu Zhengjie's face lightly.

It's cold, what did she do!Can this task still be completed? The Bian family won't want to let it fall into her hands.

Hearing a familiar voice, Duanmu Zhengjie slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was Bian Yingning's magnified face, which was anxious and terrified, as if he could cry in the next second.

She firmly and gently held the hem of her clothes, and gently pressed it on her face to absorb the wine stains.

"I'm really sorry, Sister Duanmu, I didn't notice you coming out inside, I blamed me for walking too recklessly, let's go upstairs, there is a room upstairs, go upstairs to wash and change clothes..."

Bian Yingning apologized desperately, trying to remedy something.

Duanmu Zhengjie raised his hand and grabbed Bian Yingning's busy hand, looking down, the clothes in her hand were also stained because she wiped the wine stains for herself.

"Is an apology useful?" she asked coldly.

Bian Yingning bit her lip, her voice was low and hoarse, she dared not withdraw her hand: "I'm sorry..."

— or a word of apology.

A proud girl like Duanmu Zhengjie has never been poured red wine like this before, and she should be angry.

"Or is this your method again?"

These words made Bian Yingning puzzled, she looked at Duanmu Zhengjie suspiciously, and met her cold and insightful eyes: "Hands, means?"

"You approached me on purpose, what's on your mind?"

Bian Yingning opened her mouth to speak, and she murmured for a long time: "Sister... don't think too much... This is really just an accident, I didn't mean it."

She couldn't answer why she deliberately approached her, so she could only stop at the level of splashing red wine.

Duanmu Zhengjie stared at her carefully for a long time before letting go of her hand.

"Your attitude of avoiding to answer has already made me understand your ulterior motives." Duanmu Zhengjie turned around to leave after speaking, but Bian Yingning grabbed his wrist.

Her wrist is very thin, Bian Yingning's hand is not big, but she can hold it whole.

She didn't dare to let Duanmu Zhengjie leave like this. The task on Duanmu Zhengjie had not been completed, and if he could not complete the task, it would be a thunderbolt.

Bian Yingning didn't have time to savor the tactile sensation like holding suet jade.

"Sister, why don't we go and get rid of the red wine on our bodies before we talk about it? I don't want others to see your current appearance."

Soft, low, as if pleading tone.

Reason told Duanmu Zhengjie that she should leave right now instead of staying with this little fox any longer, but she couldn't move her legs.

Looking outside, there are several vases placed at an appropriate distance on the buffet table not far away.

The red roses in one of the vases were in full bloom under the bright lights, reminding her of the bouquet that the waiter brought her in the coastal western restaurant.

……

Hot water gushed down from the overhead shower, Duanmu Zhengjie closed his eyes, and let the hot water hit his face and head, and slide down his body.

The bathroom was gradually occupied by water vapor, and the mirror opposite was also covered with mist, making it difficult to see the figure clearly.

There was a knock on the door: "Sister Duanmu, I left the clothes at the door for you. By the way, there are also bathrobes on the shelf in the bathroom."

Duanmu Zhengjie wiped the water from his face and opened his eyes.

When she came out, there was no one in the suite room, and even the door was slightly closed.

Duanmu Zhengjie pulled out the bathrobe that exposed most of her shoulders but no one appreciated it, and lifted up the clothes on the chair by the door. She was wearing a silver black tube top dress, which shone under the light as it shook.

...and put two chest stickers thoughtfully.

Holding the soft gadget, Duanmu Zhengjie smiled silently.

Is it just a little courage?

After changing the skirt, it still fits pretty well, but the chest is a bit tight for me.

She came out in hotel cotton, and Bian Yingning sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze.

Hearing the sound, she got up quickly, and her eyes lit up when she saw Duanmu Zhengjie: "Sister, you look great in this suit. It's brand new. I originally planned to wear it to the party tonight, but it doesn't match the suit I'm wearing. Compared to this, I think your set is more suitable for you."

Bian Yingning also changed into a white shirt dress.

The top is a shirt style, the neckline is a little low, and the bottom is a round skirt, which just covers the hips, and there is a black girdle on the waist, which holds the waist very thin.

The exposed pair of slender and straight legs stepped on the silver high heels she had been wearing tonight.

Indeed, Duanmu Zhengjie's clothes have always been dignified and elegant, and Bian Yingning's clothes are a bit revealing, which is not suitable for Duanmu Zhengjie's identity.

Ever since Bian Yingning stood up and Duanmu Zhengjie saw the clothes on her body, his eyes never left her skirt.

Bian Yingning noticed it, lowered her head and tugged at the corner of her skirt awkwardly: "What's the matter, am I ugly in this suit?"

Duanmu Zhengjie then withdrew his gaze: "Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

Bian Yingning bared her teeth and said, "It's all right." Why did she suddenly feel that sister Duanmu...seemed like an antique.

"Where are the underwear?" Duanmu Zhengjie asked suddenly.

"Huh?" The smile on Bian Yingning's face hadn't been taken back yet.

"Have you prepared a chest sticker, but no underwear? Only the top and not the bottom?" Duanmu Zhengjie asked quietly.

Bian Yingning tried her best to control her eyes not to fall where they shouldn't.

Wearing a dress usually requires the use of chest stickers. Bian Yingning originally thought that Duanmu Zhengjie would have to tear it off after taking a bath, and that it might not be sticky enough to stick it back on, so she prepared a pair for her.

And that pair is also matched with that dress, as for the following... Is this also within the scope of her mission?

"me……"

At this time, there were only the two of them in the presidential suite, and they were talking about such a question again, thinking that Duanmu Zhengjie was asking himself this question in a vacuum.

Bian Yingning felt that her old face was going to burn.

Can't... just wear the one just now...

"I'll have someone prepare it right away!"

Bian Yingning ran out as if fleeing.

With a bang, the door closed.

Duanmu Zhengjie walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, watched the night scene outside, and lightly tapped his arm with his fingertips rhythmically.

Of my three siblings, my elder brother is already engaged, and Zhenghao is still young, so he hasn't made much achievements so far. Only myself, in the middle, can still say a few words in front of the leader.

So she...

That's right, chasing fame and fortune, who is not like this, and she herself is too.

After a while, the door opened again, and Bian Yingning rushed back, the curve of her skirt made people want to explore.

"Sister, I haven't waited long, hey, hurry up...um... here you go." Bian Yingning walked behind Duanmu Zhengjie and handed her a small bag.

Duanmu Zhengjie took it and scratched Bian Yingning's palm with his fingertips.

When she was walking towards the bedroom with the bag, Bian Yingning rolled up her hands and spoke to her back.

"I hope my sister doesn't think too much. I approached you not to get anything from you, but to make a friend with my sister...

It's the kind of simple friend who wants you to be well and have a good life.

I may not have as much knowledge as my sister, and you may think that there will be no common topics with me...

But as long as I can occasionally cook a dish you like for my sister, and meet and chat with you, that's enough for me. "

As long as the two of them can talk, she is confident that anyone can persuade her not to fall into Nangong Jin's trap.