How could anyone dare to speak at Ning Yan, who has always been pampered, with such a tone?

Ning Qingyu's painless and itchy intimidation almost immediately frightened Ning Yan, and he saw that the round little boy didn't move, and he howled and cried as soon as he raised his head!

The heart-rending sound also made Ning Qingyu take half a step back, she frowned tightly, and wanted to leave impatiently.

"Xiao Yan! Xiao Yan is good, don't cry! Who bullied you, tell my sister quickly!"

Suddenly, a tall white figure flashed from the other side of the corridor, the voice of the person who came was very soft and soft, and the anxiety in his tone was really not adulterated.

Afraid of what comes.

Ning Qingyu closed his eyes slightly irritably, and his tone returned to his previous indifference: "I said hello to him, and he cried without knowing why." If it's okay, I'll go first. ”

The girl who was half-squatting there raised her head when she heard the words, and her eyes fell on the long and jade girl a few steps away, and there was burning jealousy in a pair of slightly picked phoenix eyes.

She Ning Qingyu prides herself on being beautiful, but this cheap breed that came out of the countryside has unclean blood, but she looks like this!

"Sister Ning Qingyu, you are new to the city, you can ask me if you don't understand the rules here, don't target my brother. Tomorrow's Grandpa Ning's birthday banquet, I hope you can try to abide by some etiquette rules. This dinner is an important social event for the Ning family, and when I go to perform, you can also help cheer on the audience. ”

Ning Qingyu is worthy of being a famous lady who has seen a big scene, even if her heart has been swallowed up by jealousy, the tone that comes out of her mouth is still the softness of the words, and the choice of words and sentences is also quite deep.

“...... I'm a newcomer, and I'd like to thank my sister for her advice. Come on tomorrow. ”

Ning Qingyu's eyelashes drooped, making it impossible to see the emotions in her eyes, and the response in her mouth made it impossible to find fault, but the indifferent tone still revealed obvious sarcasm.

After that, Ning Qingyu no longer cared about the farce of the sisters and brothers here, walked into his room, and locked the door reflexively.

Ning Qingyu's scorching gaze almost burned out of the back of the girl in front of her!

She knew what her father meant, but even if she clearly knew that Ning Qingyu was just a chess piece, the crazy jealousy and faint fear in Ning Qingyu's heart still lingered like maggots attached to the bones.

Now Ning Qingyu can only pray that this Ning Qingyu is a useless straw bale. After all, she Ning Qingyu didn't make a name for herself in the capital by virtue of her beauty - she was a close disciple of Master An, the first in the grade of Anyu Middle School, and a real all-round goddess!

comforting himself in his heart, Ning Qingyi's eyes gradually calmed down. She patted Ning Yan, who was still whimpering, with one hand, and comforted her gently: "Xiao Yan, don't cry, what you suffered under that slut today, my sister will help you get it back little by little!"

The sisters and brothers outside the door were in deep affection, but Ning Qingyu in the house was too lazy to care so much, and threw himself into the soft bed.

Ning Qingyu's room is actually not big, but it still adheres to the luxurious and retro style of the Ning family's mansion, and the decoration is beautiful.

On top of the crisp white satin sheets were a few dresses and everyday clothes, which looked brand new despite being modest and not outstanding.

Ning Qingyi's old clothes? The style of these clothes is old and simple, but the appearance is brand new, it seems that this Mrs. Ning is really interested in herself.

Ning Qingyu snorted lightly and quickly took out a sewing kit from his schoolbag.

Being in the countryside, sewing and mending is simply a must-have skill. And coincidentally, Ning Qingyu has another identity.

His clothes were magically cut, lace and patterns were cut and spliced. Ning Qingyu's fingers were like dexterous onions, shuttling between the colorful color blocks, and before long, a wavy color-blocked dress began to take shape.

In fact, what Ning Qingyu is really proficient in is jewelry design, and these clothes are just too simple and simple, and they are easier to operate.

The next day, Ning Qingyu was busy until the afternoon. Finally, she shook her hand, stretched her slightly stiff back, and rinsed herself briefly.

After taking a shower, Ning Qingyu tried on the skirt she had just made.

The burgundy background is a patchwork of fungus lace, and the retro V-neck opening all the way down to reveal her graceful and slender neck and shoulder lines. The folds at the waist are suddenly thinned, the skirt is a color-block design, and the goose-yellow hem is faintly visible in the burgundy hem, like a budding stamen.

Ning Qingyu looked at the slender and beautiful person in the mirror with satisfaction, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I guess I can barely cope with the dinner party in the evening.

However, even with some psychological preparation, Ning Qingyu, who has been in the countryside since he was a child, was still slightly shocked by the grand and luxurious momentum of this dinner.

Ning Zhen, the old man of Ning, coincides with his sixtieth birthday this year, and the Ning family has only really become a first-class family in the past ten years, so this dinner is not just a celebration. In the Golden Hall, a brutal commercial struggle is being staged in elegant skins.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the Ning family summoned Ning Qingyu early and arranged her to wait in the pantry next to the hall.

At half past seven, the people in the pantry gradually got busy. The golden hall outside the door was staggered, and no one was looking at Ning Qingyu who was lazily leaning on the corner of the wall with his head half-bowed.

Ning Qingyu lowered his head, and his fingers quickly tapped something on the phone.

The bright phone screen dimmed, and then began to flash dense characters, and lines of code stretched under Ning Qingyu's swift fingers.

'I'm in the imperial capital. Fox, where are you?'

The page magically switched, and Ning Qingyu's page turned into a chat page of a weird quadrilateral dialog box at the moment, and the code name she had on the dialog box was a black and bold capital K.

The originally calm page seems to be thrown into boiling water, and lines of dialogue explode out!

'Boss K has come to the imperial capital??'

"Wow, you're going to find a fox when you get to the imperial capital??They can't be that kind of relationship, right??Don't! I love Boss K!"

'Old K, what are you looking for me? ’

Ning Qingyu was almost dumbfounded looking at the conversation on the page, but before he could reply, the servants on his side all moved together.

Everyone present walked like moths towards the slowly rising round platform in the hall, and the tidal wave of applause almost tore off the roof.

Ning Qingyu had to walk forward with the flow of people. She narrowed her apricot eyes slightly, and saw Ning Qingyu on the stage wearing a silver glittering tutu.

I have to say that Ning Qingyu is indeed very beautiful, although her dancing posture is not extraordinary, it is indeed far beyond the average level of this age group.

After only watching it for a few minutes, Ning Qingyu couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

The music, the choreography, all are impeccable. It's a pity that this Ning Qingyu lost his soul.

Ning Qingyu struggled to squeeze out of a large group of crazy subordinates, and his forehead was already a little sweaty.

In the pantry, however, another man in a dark blue suit sat with his head bowed.

From this angle, Ning Qingyu couldn't see the man's face clearly, but all of this person's clothes were luxury brands, so she had a judgment in her heart.

"Sir, aren't you going to enjoy the dance?"