Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

Bian Yingning, who was kicked out, felt innocent. She clutched her butt that had just been kicked, and carefully moved to the side of the bed, and sat down.

He looked worriedly at the closed bathroom door.

Touching his chin, he shook his head and thought for a while.

She covered her face with a sudden smile.

No way, no way, her little brat...is he so innocent?

She looked down at her clothes.

This is what she wears for herself, hasn't she tried it herself?Then what did she buy it for?

such a big reaction...

Tsk, does this mean that I am still quite attractive to her?

If it wasn't for the fear that she would lose too much blood, she would have thought about trying again.

It's not because of any reason, but I just want to go into science.

"Do you really get nosebleeds when you see something exciting?"

Bian Yingning was still thinking about this when she changed into the clothes Shang Qinghui prepared for her to go home.

She just took off her shirt just now, and she hasn't taken off her trousers yet, so it would be okay if they were all taken off.

Could it be because of his young age?

No way, it seems that I want to take her to eat something to clear away the heat and reduce the fire. The anger is so strong, what will happen in the future.

Dressed neatly, Bian Yingning folded the pajamas she had changed and put them at the end of the bed, and glanced at the bathroom door, but the people inside still did not come out.

You won't faint, will you?

In Bian Yingning's mind, Shang Qing was lying on the ground silently with a pale face and bleeding from both nostrils.

Her heart tightened suddenly, no!Nothing will happen to her little brat!

Bian Yingning rushed to the door of the bathroom, but before she got close, the door swung open.

Her monk Qinghui looked at each other.

Shang Qinghui still had a mass of tissues stuffed in one of her nostrils, she may have washed her face, her small face was extremely clear and bright, it felt so tender that water could be squeezed out, it was just a pair of round eyes.

Bian Yingning asked cautiously, "Has the bleeding stopped?"

Shang Qinghui didn't look at her, walked around her and walked out, looking very depressed.

She hummed, and walked towards the small table, where the pastries for the afternoon had been taken away, and now there was a delicate kettle and two short cups, she poured herself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

After it was over, I still felt that it was not enough, so I drank another glass.

Bian Yingning pinched her thigh with one hand, restraining herself with the pain, but her face was full of worried and distressed expressions.

Shang Qinghui didn't look at her. After drinking two glasses of water, she put down the glass heavily, staring straight ahead with empty eyes: "Laugh if you want to."

"puff--"

As soon as she said this, Bian Yingning couldn't control her collapse for a second, and then immediately took it back, but in just this second, her laughter had already appeared and echoed in the room.

"Cough...laughing? You're already like this, how can I still laugh." Because of the suffocation, the expression on Bian Yingning's face was particularly strange.

Shang Qinghui rolled her eyes, and simply lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed to play with her mobile phone.

Bian Yingning walked to the side of the bed and knelt down, touching her face with her palm, rubbing it like rubbing an egg on a wound.

"Is it all right?"

Feeling ashamed and ashamed, Shang Qinghui turned over, avoiding Bian Yingning's hand, and turned his back to her by the way, and said in a muffled voice, "Isn't it just a nosebleed? Could it be something?"

Because she didn't look at herself, Bian Yingning was laughing presumptuously and silently behind her.

He tightly covered his mouth, not letting himself laugh out loud, but the laughter was uncontrollable, and his body was trembling slightly.

The more you can't laugh out loud, the harder it is to dissipate.

It's just like scratching an itch, it's very itchy, once you scratch it, you can only scratch it lightly, it's over, it's even more itchy.

Shang Qinghui didn't have any intentions to play with her mobile phone, she just flicked and moved indiscriminately, when she finished speaking but couldn't hear a reply, she rubbed her upper teeth against her lower lip.

Why don't you speak?

Could it be that she dared not speak because her attitude was too cold?

Or... what is she doing secretly where she can't see?

Thinking of this, Shang Qinghui pursed her lips, and after a second of silence, she suddenly got up and turned around, just like a corpse.

Bian Yingning, who was laughing quietly behind her until she was about to burst into tears, was frightened by her jumping up and down.

Although she was so shocked that she sat down on the ground, and the smile on her face disappeared because of the sudden shock, but when she just turned around, Shang Qinghui had already seen clearly what she was doing.

She is laughing.

Laughing furtively behind my back!

When she told her to laugh whenever she wanted, she said no.

Ha ha.

"Bian Yingning!" Shang Qing's teeth itched with hatred.

Bian Yingning, who was already sitting on the ground, simply changed to a more comfortable position

"What are you doing hahahaha..." She couldn't bear it anymore.

"What are you laughing at? Is it so funny? Have you never laughed before?!" Shang Qinghui was so angry that she sat on the bed with her waist thrust into her knees and stared at Bian Yingning who was on the ground.

Bian Yingning shook her head, and finally had enough laughs: "No... I want to say... You, where did you get this set of underwear?"

Shang Qinghui folded her hands and turned her head away: "I bought too much clothes, so I gave them away."

It turned out to be the case.

Bian Yingning found it funny when she saw that there was still a white tissue protruding from her nostril.

She patted her buttocks to get up, and then knelt down on the bed, facing Monk Qinghui.

The soft, boneless back of the hand slid lightly on Shang Qinghui's face, with her red lips slightly parted, she said in a breathy voice: "Have you never seen this scene, or am I too lethal to you?"

Like a goblin teasing an immature nun.

No matter which of these two questions Shang Qinghui didn't want to answer.

Grabbing Bian Yingning's hand like a fire, Shang Qinghui threw her away forcefully, expressing his determination.

"There must be something wrong with the noodle you just made!" Shang Qinghui said loudly, as if a loud voice could cover up her guilty conscience.

Bian Yingning never thought that she could blame this incident on her own face.

She was heartbroken: "Why do you blame me for making noodles? Can't you blame me? You can't blame me... It's too much for you, you can't control it hahahaha!"

Thinking of this, Bian Yingning felt super happy.

Happy for no reason.

Seeing her laughing wildly in front of him, Shang Qinghui couldn't bear it, and covered her mouth with his hand: "Don't laugh!"

"Mmmmmmm..." I didn't laugh at you again.

She is just happy.

Be happy that you can make her like it.

Even though she covered Bian Yingning's mouth, a smile still escaped from her eyes.

Thinking of his disappointment, Shang Qinghui was determined to win the game: "If you laugh again, I will also undress in front of you!"

When she also has a nosebleed, let's see if she still has the right to dare to laugh.

Bian Yingning stopped smiling.

"Mmmmm!!!" Really?

And such good things?

For the first time, Shang Qinghui understood Bian Yingning's meaning through her eyes.

"Really..." Shang Qinghui's lips trembled: "You are so tall!"

After leaving this sentence, Shang Qinghui let go and retracted the quilt, this time she simply pulled the quilt to wrap herself up.

Use actions to show that you don't want to see people anymore.

Bian Yingning looked at her who looked like a spring roll, rushed over, hugged her whole with the quilt, and half pressed on it: "Ah, whose sandwich ham sausage buns are these, they look so fat!"

Shang Qinghui, who was trapped inside and couldn't break free: "?"

Are you polite?

"It's round, it's really fat!" Bian Yingning said while looking at the position of Shang Qingfen's butt and patted it.

Shang Qinghui struggled inside like being bitten by a bug: "Let go of me, Bian Yingning, let me go and wait for me to go out. I'll kill you!"

Shang Qing, who originally wanted to be alone but didn't expect to become a spring roll under Bian Yingning's body, became numb.

"Are you childish or not, let me out!"

"Didn't you go in by yourself? Why did you come out so quickly?" Bian Yingning said leisurely.

The two rolled into a ball on the bed, one was holding down, the other was struggling, and the bed board made two bangs and bangs from time to time, those who didn't know thought they were fighting.

When it was over, Bian Yingning lifted the top of the quilt, and asked Shang Qinghui, who was blushing because of the struggle: "Are you trying to come out and kill me?"

Shang Qinghui: "..."

She always felt that her work was different from the one she just mentioned, and became dirty.

After this commotion, the ball of paper in Shang Qinghui's nose disappeared, and when Bian Yingning discovered this, she quickly got up and took Shang Qinghui out like she was doing something.

Fortunately, there was no blood stain on the fallen paper ball, and it seemed that the bleeding had stopped.

As soon as Bian Yingning threw the ball of paper on the ground, she felt a force attacking her. After turning around, she was pinned on the bed lying on her back.

This time it was Shang Qinghui sitting on her body, with his legs kneeling on both sides of her body.

"You..." Bian Yingning didn't resist at all, instead she looked straight at Shang Qinghui, grabbed the edge of the pillow with both hands, pinched her throat shyly: "What do you want, what do you want to do to me, don't , people are afraid..."

The corners of Shang Qinghui's mouth twitched, she was wearing a round-neck bottoming shirt, and she hadn't put on a coat because she hadn't left, so it was convenient for Shang Qinghui at this moment.

When she lowered her head, Bian Yingning unconsciously exerted force on the pillow.

Afterwards, a warm and soft touch came from the neckline that was pulled down by Shang Qinghui.

She sucked a piece of flesh in her mouth, sucked it carefully, pressed the tip of her tongue lightly, and pressed and hooked.

Bian Yingning's body trembled imperceptibly.

It's too crunchy.

Numb to the point of dizziness.

I don't know how long it took before Shang Qinghui let go of that small area.

A bright red eye-catching kiss mark appeared.

Shang Qinghui touched it: "Stamp it."

Bian Yingning let go of the pillow, hugged her waist and squeezed it: "Do you want to cover some other places?"

Shang Qinghui wanted to punch her.

She got off Bian Yingning, lay down beside Bian Yingning, folded her hands under her face, and looked at Bian Yingning: "You should go back early, there is nothing else to do."

Bian Yingning brushed the broken hair on her face: "I'll leave after you fall asleep."

Shang Qinghui was stunned.

Such a topic, such a scene... She seems to have never had it before.

Bian Yingning didn't say anything, just stroking her head rhythmically.

Shang Qinghui might also be tired, after staring at Bian Yingning for a long time, his eyelids began to fight, and his breathing became steady soon.

She also had a very fulfilling day today, and she went swimming for so long, so it's normal to be tired.

Bian Yingning quietly looked at her sleeping face.

The restless crayfish also has a quiet time, which makes people... really like it.

This day, this night, the two of them seemed to have done everything, but they seemed to have done nothing.

The two agreed on the same thing, and they clicked.

In the first place, the ticket is paid after the kiss. Compared with ordinary people, this speed is still faster.

So, other things should be slower.

Give each other more time, and give each other more running-in.

Giving everything in a hurry, swallowing the jujube after tasting it, there is nothing left.

……

After covering Shang Qinghui with a quilt, Bian Yingning put on her coat, took her belongings, and left lightly.

When she came out of Shang's house, the driver was already waiting outside the door.

Patting his face to wake himself up, Bian Yingning said to the driver, "Go to the company."

If possible, she also hopes to sleep here tonight, on her bed, quietly and close, and sleep with her.

However, it's a long time coming to Japan.

Bian Yingning raised her head and looked at the sky through the car window.

The sky was so dark that there were not a single star tonight.

She knew why Ouyang Fei wasn't at home tonight. The day after tomorrow was the day of bidding. Few people in this city would be able to sleep these two days.

Because of Duanmu Zhengjie's counterattack, the Nangong family is now in jeopardy. At this juncture, Nangong Jin still wants to participate in the bidding, and he doesn't know who gave him the courage.

Not to mention whether he is qualified to do it after winning the project, but whether he can come up with a price is a problem.

But he went anyway.

Looking at the list of companies participating in the bidding, Bian Yingning tapped on the paper with her fingertips.

Nangong Jin, you don't want to make a fool of yourself, do you?

……

Shang Qinghui fell asleep until eight o'clock in the morning. When she woke up, she still hadn't realized anything. She was stunned for a while before she realized something. When she got up, she saw that Bian Yingning was still in the room.

Only the pajamas she wore last night were originally placed at the end of the bed, but she kicked them to the ground at some point.

She picked it up, and buried her face in it by accident.

It was the smell of her own shower gel, but she always felt that it had the cold fragrance of Bian Yingning on it.

Thinking of everything about last night, she touched her lips, and excitedly turned on her phone to ask how the strawberry on Bian Yingning's body was growing, but she saw a text message.

After carefully reading the words on it several times, the remaining blush on Shang Qinghui's face slowly dissipated.

Unwilling to give up, she read the text message several times. After she finished calling the number of that text message, she was told by the system that it was an empty number.

Shang Qingfen's delicate doll's face was full of solemnity at this moment.