Become a Master of Painting Cakes In Abusive Essays

The wooden door was smashed by Bian Yingning, and the staff in the corridor rushed over thinking that something had happened.

Seeing that it was Bian Yingning who knocked on Shang Qingan's door before she could call friends to watch the fun, she was frightened by her glance and ran away.

The fight between two rich girls, it is better for them to hide away.

Bian Yingning knocked several times, but there was no response behind the wooden door.

"Shang Qingfen, I know you're inside now, what's the use of you hiding, open the door, I have something to look for you!"

However, Shang Qingfen seemed to be listening.

Bian Yingning kept knocking on the door, and when she knocked, she wondered if there was a problem with the system or if the make-up sound insulation was too good to hear her own voice inside.

"Shang Qingfen, I really have something to look for you, can you open the door first?" Bian Yingning became soft again.

"I have something to tell you, I will compensate you for some clothes... You prepared so carefully, are you not going to continue participating in this competition now?"

It turns out that Shang Qing's fennel is soft and hard to eat.

"Thank you for the wonderful performance of No. 9 contestant, please allow me to announce the final score of the eighth place..."

The music outside stopped, the ninth player finished performing, and after the host finished broadcasting, it was the tenth, eleventh…

The time is tight, and they cannot tolerate such time-consuming consumption.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Bian Yingning couldn't help but think of the puffer fish with her bulging face. Although there were tears in her eyes, she was still imposing: "Who is a coward, how dare you do such a disgusting thing..."

Before she could finish her words, Bian Yingning quickly slid into the gap between her and the door, pulling Shang Qinghui while closing the door and locking it: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up Change your clothes and I'll touch up your makeup, it's your turn to play soon."

Shang Qinghui looked at her dumbfoundedly as if she was nothing, and after regaining her senses, she shook off her and took his hand: "What are you doing? need?"

Bian Yingning took a deep breath: "I don't care if you believe it or not, I'll say it again, I didn't do it."

"It's not who you are, I'm thinking in my heart that I can't get the first place, isn't it you?"

"If it were me, I would still be so stupid to shake it in front of you with milk tea? Can't I tell you that I'm going to hurt you like this?"

Shang Qingfen was unconvinced and wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and didn't know how to refute.

"Maybe you just want to do the opposite, to make me think you're not that stupid." Shang Qinghui looked away, but still couldn't help muttering softly.

It's so strange, when she came back from the toilet and saw that the skirt was destroyed, her mind was blank for a moment, and she was so angry that she wanted to cry, and her anger burned her Lose your mind.

But now, the truth has not yet come out, she can bear to not beat her to death to vent her anger when she sees this "major suspect", she is really well-bred.

She can understand her anxiety just now, even though she was slapped for no reason... Damn, she suddenly felt so great.

In this world, Shang Qingfen was the earliest and deepest person she knew.

Even more than Bian's father and Bian's mother.

"Hey, let's try it out." Bian Yingning handed her the box in his arms.

Shang Qingfen glanced sideways, wanting to look at it but not wanting to look at it: "What is this, do you know what I want to perform, do you think a casual dress is enough? "

Shang Qingan's hands were tight and tight, but Bian Yingning didn't wait for her to hesitate, she put the box in her arms and pushed her behind the curtain next to her: "Old ladies, hurry up ."

Sting—

Bian Yingning helped her to close the curtain. She stood with her back to the curtain and could see herself in the mirror from a distance.

It seems to be the same as usual, except that the hair is a little messy.

Only she knows how fiercely the heart in her chest is beating.

"Host, you have worked hard..." The system hesitated to comfort her for the first time.

Bian Yingning did not reply to it.

Now she really feels that this reality show game is far from being as simple as she imagined.

And now, the points she finally saved have been cleared again, and everything has returned to the starting point.

The difficulty of the task is getting more and more difficult, and the road she has to walk will be even more difficult in the future.

…

Seeing that the curtain was pulled up, Shang Qingfen lowered her head to look at the box in her arms.

I looked up at the front silver-white curtain below, the curtain was very high, almost hanging from the ceiling, the length reached the ground, no one moved it now, and its swaying arc has stopped .

Gritting her teeth, she gently opened the box.

A long-sleeved dance dress like a landscape painting came into view.

Like the gentle warm sun on a green lake in early spring caressing the water, the fabric of the skirt is very good at first glance, and it is rippling under the light.

When I touched it, I felt like I was touching a warm jade.

This dress is probably a hundred times better than the one I originally prepared.

She picked up the top and shook it off, and gestured for the length of the sleeves, and it was actually about one to two meters.

She has practiced dancing for many years, others may not be able to throw off this length of water sleeves, but it is just right for her.

Bian Yingning...Why is there such a skirt.

She is, after deliberately wanting to stain her skirt, she took out one in time and gave it to her, and then justifiably became her "savior"?

But as she said, such a clumsy calculation, I am afraid that it is not possible to think of myself as a fool?

If it was specially customized for herself, wasn't she preparing for it a long time ago...

She is, I wanted to give it to her, but didn't dare to take it out?

Not possible.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Shang Qingfen immediately shook his head to shake the conjecture out of his mind.

What is their relationship? How could Bian Yingning prepare such a thing for her?

In the middle of the tenth contestant's performance, the curtain behind Bian Yingning was pulled open.

In an instant, her eyes widened.

The skirt is divided into upper and lower parts.

The above is a chest wrapped in black ink on a white canvas, you can see the mountains and water on it, the transparent tulle winding up from the chest, falling down the arms, vaguely visible A glimpse of spring in it.

The long water sleeves are now tucked behind the wrist, making the sleeves look like wide sleeves.

The hem is layered, the inside is a white inner layer, the middle is a black landscape painting gradient from top to bottom, and the outermost layer is a white gauze skirt.

A large ribbon from light green to almost white at the back of the waist is wrapped around the waist, which echoes the color of the straps on the chest. As she walks, gold and silver seem to flash between the skirts, which is really arbitrary Chic classical landscape painting.

"Good fairy." Bian Yingning whispered softly.

Shang Qingfen didn't seem to hear, just moved her face away: "This dress... is not comparable to mine at all."

She originally wanted to point out some shortcomings, but she couldn't find it out immediately, so she could only say this dryly.

"Wholesale can't compare to your custom." Bian Yingning didn't argue with her, and didn't have time to appreciate it carefully. She opened the chair in front of the vanity mirror and motioned for Shang Qingfen to come over: "Come on, let me fix your makeup for you."

She just cried and spent a lot of makeup.

Seeing her being so attentive, Shang Qingfen reluctantly raised her chin and sat down, closing her eyes.

"Can you?" She seemed to be provocative, thinking that the two of them had a big fight not long ago, and her expression was not natural.

Bian Yingning snorted coldly: "Of course not, you wait to become a giant panda."

Shang Qingfen's fist on her knee clenched subconsciously.

Cushion eyeshadow, eyebrow pencil, blush and loose powder touched my face, and then walked away.

Shang Qingfen closed one eye and opened the other quietly, seeing Bian Yingning's figure just going behind the dressing curtain to take something, she just opened both eyes, looking towards Mirror.

Well, not a national treasure.

When she heard the footsteps of Bian Yingning coming back, she quickly closed it again.

Cover her lightly.

Slight fragrance hits.

Shang Qingfen took a deep breath calmly, her neckline wide open because of her leaning movement was in front of her, Shang Qingfen suddenly felt a little itchy between her nose.

The silver chain of this veil will not be any junk, it will make her allergic to it.

"The eleventh contestant will be invited to perform..."

It sounded along with the host's voice outside, and there was a knock on the dressing room door.

The staff knew that Shang Qingfen's clothes were damaged, and it was very likely that he would not participate in today's game, but he had to come and call.

Although it's like rubbing salt on someone's wound, he bites the bullet.

"Hello, the twelfth contestant will come on stage next, please wait on the side of the stage." After saying this, he ran away, for fear of being stumbled by Shang Qinghui's memory son.

Inside Bian Yingning stood up straight and looked at Shang Qingfen, who obediently closed her eyes: "Okay."

She probably understands why Barbie dolls sell so well, and what girl doesn't like to dress up something beautiful.

Shang Qingfen slowly looked at the mirror, she and Bian Yingning were both reflected in it, as if they were in another world.

"Do you know who ruined my clothes?"

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The author has something to say:

Pinch and count, the key word for tonight's treasures is "short", I will try my best to come out at three in the morning for the next update, and I will be able to watch it when I wake up tomorrow morning.