The leaves around the school road have long been knocked off by the snow, and now the bare branches are hung with unfinished snow.

The weather in the afternoon was a little gloomy, and when I came out of the warm room, I felt a sudden chill, which made people shiver.

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

She said this, Bian Yingning, who originally just wanted to know what "wrong thing" she did, suddenly became interested.

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

Especially the words "I'm sorry to you", and the tone was deliberately dragged.

Shang Qingfen's fist in his pocket hardened.

The connotation of the text is extensive and profound.

How to give her a taste of her girlfriend catching her?

Smile, what's so funny, speechless.

"You, say." Shang Qinghui looked back at a bodyguard and asked him to stand up.

Getting the order, the tall bodyguard stepped forward and expounded loudly as if watching the nose and heart:

"Thank you for providing us with accurate information about the location of the young lady near the International Exchange College at **** pm on **** 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 make excuses, but Bian Yingning was puzzled after hearing this.

"Look, your bodyguard also thanked me, shouldn't you thank me too, why are you bothering me, are you... a dog bites Lu Dongbin?"

"You're the dog!"

Shang Qingfen was so angry that she could not wait to step forward and tear her into shredded chicken.

That's a good question, why bother?

Isn't that Meng Weixin staring at her?

"I just don't want to see the news on the TV news that the fat girl has gone missing in two days."

Bian Yingning said and sat back to the driver's seat, and while starting the car, she said the last sentence to Shang Qinghui: "I have never liked to leave a name for good deeds, so you don't have to thank me too much. "

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

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

"Fat Girl", "Fat Girl", "Fat Girl"…

Girls, she recognizes, fat? fat? She is fat, her whole family is fat!

"Bian-ying-congealing!"

Why does she feel that Bian Yingning is not bad for a moment?

She was kicked in the head by a donkey or caught in the door?

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

Self-questioning three times made Shang Qinghui feel that she was a balloon filled with gas, and she was not sure that it would explode in the next second.

She glanced back at the bodyguard and sneered: "Thank her?"

Bodyguard: "…"

…

"Tsk..." Bian Yingning, who went to the door of the company, remembered that Shang Qingfen was so angry that she was about to explode, but she felt helpless, and she still wanted to laugh.

I like the way others are angry and can't do my best.

Bad fun.

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

She turned over the table, looking for the phone number of the restaurant under her name, and asked them to bring some food. She had already asked the assistant who had been busy all day to get off work.

At the same time she found the restaurant directory, she also saw the invitation letter sent by the assistant during the day.

The masked dance led by a charity organization, the funds raised at the dance will be donated to charity, looking forward to her coming…

The Chinese New Year is coming, and some families are happy and some are sad, and they should indeed do something good within their own abilities.

Thinking of Bian Yingning, she put the invitation in a prominent place.

However, it is more important to fill your stomach.

…

"You said that you are only busy with business every day, but you don't go to the social events you should have. How can you do this." Bian mother gave Bian Yingning to her to take the bank card to participate in the charity masked dance Throw it back in front of her.

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

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

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, there is your courier."

Bian Yingning raised 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 it was sent to you by your friend." Aunt Zhuo said without looking sideways, and handed the gift box to Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning took it and saw that there was still a piece of paper on the gift box.

Written: "I hope to see you shining brightly at the masked ball. - A girl who is invincible in the whole universe, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, extraordinary, and graceful."

Bian Yingning: "…"

"What is it?" Mother Bian stretched her neck and glanced curiously.

"Oh, a small gift." Bian Yingning, who had already guessed who sent it, got up and returned to the room with the gift box, leaving a sentence: "Since you all don't want to go, I can only go, who Call me so filial."

Father Bian's feather duster was about to move.

Back to the room and closed the door, Bian Yingning and the gift box looked at each other.

What will the little brat bring her?

Dead mice?

But she said she wanted to see me shine.

It will not be a dress that will be torn with one hand or foot.

Forget it, just open it and see.

Bian Yingning pulled the bow ribbon and pulled it gently, and the bound ribbons were loose and scattered.

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

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

It's pretty ceremonial.

Bian Yingning pressed the switch first, then opened the lid.

In the gleaming yellow lights like fireflies, among the pure white and holy raffia, lies a wild boar mask with two large curved tusks.

Bian Yingning: "…"

Grass.

I look forward to it.

…

Angel masks with feathers, devil masks with complex and mysterious patterns, prince masks with dazzling lights, etc., with gorgeous costumes, complement each other.

The dark red wine rippling in the goblet was held in the hand, whispering and laughing, people coming and going in groups of threes and twos were very lively.

Bian Yingning saw such a scene when she arrived.

Hua Cancan beside her wore a long white dress for the first time today, and also wore a white fox mask, her charming aura suddenly became a little purer.

With the arrogance on the chest, no matter how pure it is, it is not really pure.

"There are quite a lot of people." Bian Yingning turned her head to HC Semitek.

Hua Cancan glanced at her and turned her head away in disgust: "Your mask is too ugly, don't look at me talking."

Bian Yingning: "Do you have any aesthetics?"

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

Bian Yingning has nothing to say.

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

Others look at Hua Cancan, their eyes are full of amazement 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 little dim, probably to match the theme.

After all, they are all masked, and it is too bright to be masked or not.

This kind of dance usually starts in the middle of the fundraising, the beginning is hot, and the latter is for everyone to play.

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

However, when he came in to get a glass of wine, Hua Cancan had been invited to dance by five people.

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

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

Bian Yingning lacked interest, shook the wine in his hand slightly, and glanced around.

"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.

I turned around and saw a short-haired woman in an ice blue fishtail skirt coming over at some point.

Holding the wine glass in one hand, one hand gently resting on the other hand.

“…Sister Duanmu.”

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

Whether it was Duanmu Zhengjie or Hua Cancan, she could see her cramp.

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

It seems like I haven't heard this term in a long time.

"Long time no see." Duanmu Zhengjie said.

Bian Yining nodded: "...long time no see."

After a simple greeting, the two of them were embarrassed with nothing to say.

In the end, Duanmu Zhengjie leaned her wine glass over.

"Have a drink?" she asked.

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

Bian Yingning and her drank with their chins raised slightly.

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

That's it.

Bian Yining almost thought that that night at the hotel was just her dream.

"It was just a fluke."

Duanmu Zhengjie laughed softly, and said nothing about it: "I heard that you are planning to develop it into a city?"

"Sister Duanmu is very well informed."

I have spoken once, and it is not difficult to say this again.

"But unfortunately, I shouldn't be able to see what it looks like the first time it's built."

Bian Yingning was stunned for a moment, and there was a guess in her heart: "Sister Duanmu...want..."

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

Bian Yingning's heart was obscure when she heard the words, and she couldn't spit out words.

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: "If you see me again in the future, you will call me the minister."

Bian Yingning secretly exhaled, her heart still heavy: "When will you go."

"Tomorrow."

"...in a hurry."

"Actually, it has been approved for a long time."

Hua Cancan didn't have the slightest sense of eavesdropping, and changed to a more comfortable position to stand against the back table.

It may be that she was too dazzling to watch the show, Duanmu Zhengjie glanced at her.

Just at this glance, Hua Cancan couldn't help but tremble, and his leisurely posture was stiff.

"

The two entered the dance floor, and like many people on the dance floor, they danced a simple dance.

It was only gradually that the eyes of the people around could not help but fall on them.

The ice blue fishtail skirt like a deep sea is intertwined and separated from the silver skirt with cold light.

It reminds me of a mermaid leaping out of the boundless sea, illuminated by the moonlight.

The picturesque scrolls are all in sight.

The dimness of this side was lit up by them.

The delicate mask of princess-like elegant blue, against the ferocious beast, but also complement each other.

The two were not too close, but they danced in a proper manner.

No one spoke.

Silence, accompanied by music, flows between the two.

At this moment, everyone's heart is quiet and peaceful.

When the dance closed, Duanmu Zhengjie seemed to carelessly cross the wild boar mask with eye-catching fangs on Bian Yingning's face: "The mask... It's very unique."

Bian Yingning touched it subconsciously, and happened to touch the white fangs that came with the mask.

The red lips not covered by the mask raised, she laughed and said softly: "She gave it."

Duanmu Zhengjie also laughed: "It suits you very well."

Bian Yingning: "…"

"Farewell."

Duanmu Zhengjie turned around and left, feeling relieved.

She is not who she imagined.

In my heart, she is a harmless little rabbit, obediently chasing and calling her sister, and will run away when scared.

But in reality, she is not.

I fell asleep at 3am and woke up at 3am.