The female star is obedient and domineering, and she has a crush on me

After being forced to be a puppy led by sister Xiao Qin for a while, Ziyi was eager to regain her position as sister once she got on the flat road. She couldn't help but move closer to Qin Yuhuan and whispered in her ear, "Sister, how tall are you?"

Qin Yuhuan said calmly, "1.68 meters."

"I'm 1.76 meters tall, sister," she said, her breath soft and her dark red lips curled up, "good sister, admit defeat."

"I give up," Qin Yuhuan raised her hands decisively, "Good sister, have you ever heard of this saying?"

Posture:?

Qin Yuhuan's eyes were filled with smiles, "Only a stubborn puppy will never admit defeat."

Posture: ? ?

She laughed, "Who is the one who never admits defeat, sister? Your mouth admits defeat, but your heart and brain are still resisting stubbornly. You are very stubborn."

Qin Yuhuan snorted lightly and didn't bother with Ziyi.

When she arrived at the temporary parking lot, she took a quick look and walked towards the Maserati accurately.

Posture:?

"Aren't you afraid of recognizing the wrong car?" She had never driven this car in front of Qin Yuhuan before, and the cars she had driven in the past were not as flashy as this one.

"This car is the most expensive, Xiaozi." Qin Yuhuan was quite confident, "I have done homework on luxury cars."

Ever since he discovered that Ziyi liked cars, Qin Yuhuan would browse car forums when he had nothing to do, and only looked at expensive cars. Now he can learn a little bit about them.

"Okay, you guessed it right." Ziyi opened the car door and waited for Qin Yuhuan to fasten her seat belt before taking out a small tin can. "Here, this is a reward for studying hard. Just call me sister and I'll give it to little Qin Yuhuan."

Qin Yuhuan said without hesitation: "Sister, I want a reward."

Posture: ...

"You really are slipping on your knees."

Having said that, he finally handed the tin can to Qin Yuhuan.

The tin was not heavy, as it was filled with Rabbit Year commemorative coins, about a dozen of them.

"My inventory is all here. There won't be any commemorative coins next time."

Qin Yuhuan lowered her eyes, hugged the rabbit tin can, and hid her gentle eyes, "It doesn't matter, anything Xiaozi gave is good."

Ziyi smiled and started the car. When Ziyi said she wanted to take Qin Yuhuan back, Qin Yuhuan let the driver and Li Xinyu go.

Neither of them noticed the "cannon" hidden in the distance.

"Brother, can you make money by taking pictures of her? She's so obscure that no one follows her." The young paparazzi didn't understand at all.

When they were following other celebrities, they often met their peers, but this one...

I squatted for a long time but didn't see any colleagues.

"Let's see. She's not popular now, but who knows what will happen in the future." Yang Zhen threw away his cigarette butt and looked at the high-definition photos taken by the camera. "Professor Dong still has a status in the circle. She was a little famous back then, and maybe she will be in the future. This is the entertainment industry. Xuan, you just entered the industry, you will know in the future."

“But this photo doesn’t show a male celebrity having a one-night stand with his sponsor…” the young man muttered.

"What do you know? Photos can be post-processed to make them look like nothing. You know, the people around them can be directly edited out, like the female stars and the luxury cars, haha."

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Ziyi originally wanted to wait for Qin Yuhuan to invite her upstairs, but after waiting for a long time, Qin Yuhuan only said: "Thank you for sending me upstairs, Xiaozi, I'll go upstairs first?"

Posture: ? ?

"Why don't you invite me upstairs and sit for a while?" Didn't you always invite me before?

Unreasonable.

Qin Yuhuan was helpless, "Because I packed some of my things at home, and now the house is a mess, Xiaozi."

"Oh," Ziyi parked the car quickly. Because she was driving, she changed into a pair of flat shoes that were placed in the car, which made it easier for her to move. "Let's go. I heard you call me sister so many times last night. I'll help you pack."

Qin Yuhuan:……?

"What's with that expression on your face? Are you discriminating against me?" Ziyi said incredulously, "You're questioning my ability to store things."

Qin Yuhuan sighed, "Okay, thank you for your help, sister."

However, Ziyi was completely confused by the mess in her home. "How about I call a team of organizers?"

"No need to spend the money, Xiaozi, just sit by the bed for a while." Qin Yuhuan made way for Ziyi to pass by, and she moved a small storage stool, sat on it, and folded clothes slowly.

Seeing this, Ziyi also picked up a T-shirt and folded it like Qin Yuhuan.

It’s not that she is stupid, but since she can remember, there has always been an aunt in her house, and Ziyi has never been involved in housework.

As a novice, she folded the clothes crookedly, but Qin Yuhuan still praised her, "Xiaozi is really smart. She learned it just by watching me do it."

Ziyi was flattered by the compliment and continued to fold the second piece of clothing. She packed more than ten pieces of clothing in a row, which was barely enough to get started. "Your clothes cover a wide range of styles."

"Some of them were not bought by me. The things we are packing now were bought by my mother. Every time I went home, she would buy me a lot of clothes."

Qin Yuhuan's expression remained unchanged, and she just continued to put the clothes into the plastic storage box.

"This sweater was knitted by my mother. She is very good at knitting sweaters. Even when I grew up, she would go to the market every year to buy very good wool and bring it home to knit for me." Qin Yuhuan unfolded a sweater for Ziyi to see.

She moved closer and touched the ball of yarn with her hand, "Auntie, your technique is quite good."

These sweaters are not the most basic plain stitches, but come in a variety of intricate patterns, including knitted hollow tank tops. The variety of styles is so great that Ziyi is shocked.

"Yeah, so, she is very nice sometimes." Qin Yuhuan sighed.

If her mother had been a little meaner or a little worse, she might not have felt so heartbroken every time she thought of her mother. But she was not like that. She was not good enough, nor was she bad enough. The person who was torn between them felt particularly uncomfortable.

These sweaters and clothes are the last things her mother left her. Even though some of the clothes are almost ten years old, she still holds on to them tightly and moves them wherever she goes.

I set aside a special cabinet to store these, even if it's just for decoration. I never wear them because I can't bear to part with them.

Ziyi was curious: "Then can you knit?"

She was extremely careful in packing up, which made Qin Yuhuan feel very soft-hearted.

"I can't knit sweaters, I can only knit scarves. That's all I've learned. I haven't knitted for many years. I don't know if I've lost my skills."

No wonder I didn’t see a hand-knitted scarf at Qin Yuhuan’s place.

Qin Yuhuan was hinting at something, but Ziyi didn't seem to get Qin Yuhuan's point. She said "No wonder", and changed the subject.

It was not until almost twelve o'clock that Qin Yuhuan sent Ziyi home. The words urging Ziyi to go home lasted from ten o'clock to twelve o'clock. Qin Yuhuan had never expected that she could be so indulgent to Ziyi.

"Xiaozi."

Before Ziyi went downstairs, Qin Yuhuan suddenly called her softly.

She looked back and heard Qin Yuhuan speak in a particularly serious tone: "Teacher Dong said that you can't play a pitiful character. She might have made a mistake."

She bit her lower lip deliberately, her deep eyes sparkling like the surface of a lake under the moonlight, and looked pitiful. Even when someone called her Sister Qin, she would always retreat again and again.

She smiled and said, "Then I'll go for further studies and try to be more pitiful?"

Qin Yuhuan: ...