Plastic love with the heroine [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Qiyun was wearing a set of black tube top short skirt. Although the skirt only had a few simple butterfly patterns, the design was very ingenious. It perfectly set off her figure and made this simple skirt look better than those gorgeous long ones. The skirt is also attractive.

This skirt was actually designed by Ms. Yin for herself, but she had never worn it, so she took it out for Wen Qiyun to wear, so it seemed to be quite suitable for Wen Qiyun.

"Miss Yin." Wen Qiyun imitated the gentlemen, half bent down and raised Yin Yin's hand in the air, lowered her head and kissed the back of her hand lightly, "Can I ask you to dance?"

After speaking, Wen Qiyun raised her head to look at Yin Yin.

Miss Yin, who was invited, was completely stunned. The person bending over in front of her had a pair of beautiful eyes, like stars in the night sky, and the clear eyes were rippling with layers of water waves, soft as if trying to melt people. The long eyelashes fluttered slightly like a butterfly about to fly, and the pink lips drew a half-moon arc, which was shockingly beautiful.

It turns out that not only does she look so good in a cheongsam, but also that she doesn't feel out of place when she returns to reality, Yin Yin thought to herself.

"...Let's go." Yin Yin neither agreed nor refused, but took her by the hand and led her to the hall.

Wen Qiyun held up the corner of her skirt and turned around in front of Yin Yin a few times, with the corners of her mouth raised, her smile as warm as sunshine was irresistible, "Miss Yin, do you think I look good?"

A few strands of black ink-like hair fluttered in front of Miss Yin's forehead, under which were delicate curved eyebrows, her slanted eyes seemed to be radiating cold air, her straight nose bridge made her facial features look extremely deep, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised at this moment. Qiao, she praised Wen Qiyun without any stinginess, "It's beautiful, you suit this dress very well."

The smile in Wen Qiyun's eyes grew stronger.

She said: She no longer has the opportunity to check the value of love. As the saying goes, barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes, so she no longer acts on tiptoe, and now she is completely free. Use it all on Yin Yin!

Just flirt, don't need to look up that hateful love value anymore!

Yin Yin turned around, with a quiet and beautiful face, her dark eyes were full of starlight, and she lowered her head slightly to meet Wen Qiyun's gaze.

Miss Yin's cheeks are soft and smooth, and her jet-black hair has natural ups and downs and radians, falling down, making people imagine the touch of fingertips stroking those hairs, but her eyes are full of confusion at this time, "I have always been very Curious, why do human beings have such complex emotions? If they just follow their instincts to reproduce, then why do people of the same sex have such magical attraction?"

Yin Yin's question was too profound, and Wen Qiyun didn't react for a while, but Miss Yin turned her head and left after saying this, as if she wasn't asking Wen Qiyun just now, but just muttering to herself.

"Sister Yin!" Seeing Yin Yin in the distance, Xia Mu held her little skirt in both hands, and ran towards her quickly with small graceful steps, almost falling into Yin Yin's arms.

"Second miss, be careful not to fall!" The maid behind Xia Mu chased her with her skirt up.

Xia Mu could almost be regarded as the second young lady of the Yin family, so Wen Qiyun was not surprised to see her.

Grandma followed from behind, and saw Xia Mu so reckless that she almost threw herself into her arms. Yin Yin is a family member after all. Every couple in her Yin family is a model of love, but she has never come out. The kind of cheating person who would be contemptible.

Granny leaned on crutches, knocked on the tiled floor, made a clear and loud sound, and coughed softly.

Xia Mu's footsteps abruptly stopped in front of Yin Yin, she pouted, and she looked like a young lady who was spoiled and arrogant, and said coquettishly, "Sister Yin, last time you came to the theater to see me on purpose Right? I haven't been able to talk to you for a few words..."

Wen Qiyun gave Xia Mu a weird look, and snorted softly. She wanted to make her feel uncomfortable, so she stepped forward and took Yin Yin's hand, and deliberately said sarcastically, "Sister Xia Mu, are you being too self-indulgent? My wife But he came to visit my class."

Xia Mu raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to refute.

Miss Yin looked at Wen Qiyun silently, but her hand was pinching her arm in secret, but on the surface she looked affectionately, and said to her pretending to be tender: "Sister Xia Mu is not an outsider, and you are still jealous of her, which makes people feel jealous." See what a joke."

Grandma clenched her fists in front of her mouth and coughed a few times, "I don't care about the affairs of you young people. I should know in my heart whether I should or shouldn't do anything. The Yin family's face is all here."

"Xiao Yin, come here." Grandma beckoned to Yin Yin, and whispered in her ear, "I watched and grew up the three of you. Xia Mu has lived in our house since she was a child. You can only take her As my own sister, I don't care how she treats you, but aren't you married to Xiao Song now?"

Yin Yin listened to her grandma's teachings obediently, and from time to time agreed with her a few words, very patient and serious.

Wen Qiyun couldn't help but look sideways at Miss Yin who became docile in front of grandma and restrained her sharpness.

"It's good if you hear it." Grandma nodded in satisfaction, "Go."

"Yes."

After Yin Yin left for a short period of time, Xia Mu and Wen Qiyun were left behind. They were supposed to be jealous when they met each other, but they seemed to get along relatively well.

Except that occasionally Xia Mu would sarcastically provocate her a few words, "Sister Yin married you because of me! You are nothing! She broke up with you because of me, and she can do it now!"

And the maid beside Xia Mu also glared at her.

"..." Wen Qiyun ignored her, she was generally silent in front of everyone except Yin Yin.

Whether Yin Yin married her because of Xia Mu, she didn't know.

But he definitely wouldn't marry her just because he likes her.

Xia Mu doesn't need to say, she also understands this fact, but why does Song Xingqing, who is "40%" similar to her and not very good at thinking, easily fall for Xia Mu's aggressive method?Could it really have something to do with her?

But Wen Qiyun immediately denied this idea, Song Xingqing was stupid, but she couldn't.

It's more likely to be blinded by love...

Grandma's [-]th birthday dinner is naturally grand.

Outside the hall, there are colorful flowers, and a fountain stands in the center. There is a variety of delicious food and wine. The guests who come in and out are all celebrities from the political and business circles, and the atmosphere is boiling to the highest level.

In the majestic and magnificent hall, there is a delicate palace lantern with orange light hanging in the air. The slightly trembling tassels on the lamp, combined with the shining floor and the low-hanging velvet transparent color curtain, give people a sense of confusion and trance. Feel.

When the romantic and melodious saxophone was blown in the hall, and the melodious and rapid sounds sounded differently, a group of bejeweled and colorfully dressed women began to be hugged on the arms of a group of gentlemen and gentlemen in the dim and gentle light, singing heartily Wonderful dance, fragrant wind filled the air.

The top of the hall is an open-air design of glass steel frame.

Looking up at this time, you can see the sky full of stars and a first-quarter moon.

The beautiful young lady walked up to grandma in small steps, made a beautiful curtsy, opened her lips to express the most sincere blessings, and then returned to the original place. Occasionally, the few who saw Yin Yin would greet her gracefully. Nodding, it's a greeting.

And Wen Qiyun is just a poor man, she has almost never seen such a scene of high-class ladies getting together, which made her feel ashamed of herself.

She was really far away from Yin Yin.

She was immersed in her own sadness, and kept taking the sweets from the dining table into her mouth, not even noticing when Yin Yin beside her disappeared.

"Be careful!" Suddenly, behind Wen Qiyun, that person accidentally stepped on the long skirt of a famous lady, slipped, and the wine glass in his hand tilted forward uncontrollably, spilling all the red wine in it. On Wen Qiyundu, the man quickly apologized, "I'm sorry."

Wen Qiyun turned around, but unexpectedly saw an acquaintance, a more familiar face.

The one who accidentally spilled the wine on her was none other than the old housekeeper she saw when Yin Yin led her in. She was slightly taken aback, and quickly waved her hands back, "It's okay."

"How can this be done, Miss Song, let me take you to change into new clothes." The old butler was extremely enthusiastic.

The hospitality was hard to come by, so Wen Qiyun had no choice but to follow, and out of the crowded hall, she asked the old housekeeper, "Do you know where Miss Yin has gone?"

"Miss, she..." The old butler recalled for a while, put the pocket watch in his hand into his chest pocket, and smiled at Wen Qiyun, "I saw her walking with Miss Xia just now, what's wrong? Miss Song Do you want to find the eldest lady?"

"Well, please." Wen Qiyun nodded, but the expression on the other person's face made her feel uncomfortable... as if watching a prey that fell into a trap he dug.

Afterwards, the old housekeeper took her to change clothes, maybe there was really no spare clothes, the Yin family only had a daughter like Yin Yin, who had already gone out to start a family and start a business.

There are really not many women's clothes left in the house, and the rest are either ill-fitting or too shabby to wear, so the housekeeper had to find a neutral white suit for Wen Qiyun.

Wen Qiyun didn't care much about appearance, she also accepted the housekeeper's explanation of why there were no women's clothes, took the suit that looked like a man's style, put it on, and went to find Yin Yin with him.

"Miss Song is indeed a natural beauty, she looks so good no matter what she wears." The old housekeeper praised her along the way.

Wen Qiyun touched her face. This face was only somewhat similar to her real face. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see it. She didn't think Song Xingqing's face was so good-looking. It was really not as good as Xia Mu's. Yes, but the original owner's appearance has the temperament of a Jiangnan woman, misty and rainy, and I feel pity for it, which can be regarded as an advantage.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Miss Xia and Miss Xia should be in the garden." The old butler led Wen Qiyun to the vicinity of the garden and left first.

Wen Qiyun looked thoughtfully at the back of the old housekeeper leaving. All the servants in the entire Yin family called Xia Mu "Second Miss". Only this housekeeper called Xia Mu unusually, maybe there would be some tricky...

But what is generally certain is that the relationship between the butler and Xia Mu may be unusual. The other party "accidentally" spilled wine on her body. This behavior is also very suspicious. Is it true that he deliberately led her to this garden? There are other purposes.

She immediately sounded the alarm in her heart, and her distracted attention instantly increased to the peak. Now that the night is getting darker, the garden is a relatively remote place from the hall, and the surrounding light is dim, and there are many trees and bushes. This encounter was unexpected, and calling for help may not necessarily be heard by anyone.

Wen Qiyun watched her surroundings vigilantly, her mind full of thoughts.

When she held her breath and listened carefully to other movements, it seemed that she really heard other movements, but the sound was too weak, and she could only vaguely hear a few syllables.

"Um... ah... no..."

Could there be such a bold person? ? ! !

The author has something to say: I won’t update tomorrow, so don’t wait mua

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