Fall in love with kissing you

"OK, madam, we'll take it to your room now." Aunt Wang, standing in front, bowed in the direction of Zhang Yuan, took some servants and walked back to the villa with vases.

"The roses are in good bloom. Zhang Yuan, that old woman, will also have such leisure and leisure. I can't see it!" Ning Qingcheng picked her newly painted fingernails, and a sarcastic smile came up on her red lips. She looked down at Zhang Yuan in the downstairs garden, and the microwave flow sent out a sarcastic light, "I hope the old woman can laugh so happily later!"

Ning Qingcheng dropped her white arm. Her exquisite figure wrapped in a blue dress turned slightly. Ning Qingcheng "clicked" on the door handle and walked out slowly with a leisurely and complacent look on her face.

Aunt Wang and some servants had just entered the villa. A delicate and curious voice on the stairs sounded shallow and spread to the servants' ears from upstairs.

"Aunt Wang, wait a minute. What are you holding in your hand?"

On Ning Qingcheng's beautiful and exquisite face, there was a trace of curiosity at the moment. She stepped on the brown high heels and quickly went down the stairs. The high heels and the steps collided together to make a "Da Da" sound, with a kind of little woman's eagerness.

No, why did you meet this ancestor again! Aunt Wang heard the soft voice above her head, her heart clicked, and her facial expression was a little stiff. Aunt Wang didn't dare to look behind her. She paused her steps and hurried to Zhang Yuan's room.

"Hey, Aunt Wang, you are old, so don't you hear me calling you?"

Ning Qingcheng quickly stood in front of Aunt Wang. She stretched out her slender arm to block Aunt Wang's progress. Her pretty face was very dissatisfied. Ning Qingcheng picked the crooked willow eyebrows and stared at Aunt Wang in front of her.

"If Aunt Wang is too old to do anything, I can talk to Yan Zhenbang so that you can retire early!"

"Oh, it was Mrs. Ning who called me. I'm really sorry. I was in a hurry and didn't hear you call me. Would you mind?" Aunt Wang bent her old waist and kept apologizing to Ning Qingcheng. A cold sweat came down from her face.

"How can I mind, Aunt Wang? I just want to help you." Ning Qingcheng's face was careless. She glanced at the vase in Aunt Wang's hand and said, "by the way, the roses in your hand are really beautiful."

"Ah yes, this is the newly picked rose, and the color of the flower is still very fresh..." Aunt Wang wiped the cold sweat on her head. She answered Ning Qingcheng respectfully. She didn't want to lose her job.

"Well, the roses are so bright..." Ning Qingcheng lengthened her voice and turned to hook her red lips. A mocking smile crossed her eyes. "I like it, so I'll take it away."

Ning Qingcheng took advantage of the gap between Aunt Wang and several servants. She stretched out her hand and took out some roses from the vase. She turned around and wanted to go back to the room. Ning Qingcheng turned around and a little light flickered in her beautiful eyes: "well, you go and do something, too."

"Hey, wait, Mrs. Ning, this is the rose that Mrs. Ning wants. You can't take it away!" Aunt Wang shouted behind Ning Qingcheng in surprise.

"Aunt Wang, what are you shouting for?" a serious and slightly unpleasant voice rang out. Zhang Yuan came from the garden with a tight frown.

"Madam, it's like this. Mrs. Ning took the roses you just picked..." Aunt Wang hurried to Zhang Yuan and told her what Ning Qingcheng had just done.

Zhang Yuan frowned more tightly. She looked at Ning Qingcheng with roses in her hand, with an unhappy look on her face.

Ning Qingcheng stopped walking to the room. She just stood in place and looked at Zhang Yuan's position with a curved willow eyebrow. Ning Qingcheng gently said, "Zhang Yuan, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Ning Qingcheng, didn't your mother tell you that it's impolite to call other people's names?" Zhang Yuan was cold with a well maintained face. She looked at Ning Qingcheng, who was still leisurely, and suddenly accumulated a full stomach of anger.

"What else do you need to be polite with you, an old woman?" Ning Qingcheng blinked a pair of beautiful eyes, which were quite innocent. "And my mother really didn't tell me. She can't call you Zhang Yuan's name directly."

"Hum, now the body is a lot harder." Zhang Yuan's tone was slightly cold. She disdained to hum a tone from her nose and looked at Ning Qingcheng ironically. "This rose doesn't belong to you. Give it back to me quickly." Zhang Yuan stretched out her slender arm, and she looked up at Ning Qingcheng not far ahead.

"Why can't I take some roses?" Ning Qingcheng directly ignored Zhang Yuan's outstretched arm. She hung down her head with a little curly black hair, and her tender fingers gently touched the rose petals.

"If you want roses, you can buy them yourself. My flowers are not for women like you." Zhang Yuan hooked her red lips. She sneered, and the laughter was full of sarcasm.

"Different in appearance? Yan Zhenbang doesn't think so, and - he happens to like this kind of woman." Ning Qingcheng looked up with a smile on his beautiful face.

As soon as Ning Qingcheng said Yan Zhenbang, the look on Zhang Yuan's face seemed to be unable to support. It seemed that a gap had opened. She tightly held the fist hanging on her side and let her long nails slightly pierce the soft part of her palm.

"I think you are shameless, Ning Qingcheng. Your virtue now is the same as that of you." Zhang Yuan reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth. Her eyes sent out a frightening brilliance, as if she wanted to shoot several big holes into Ning Qingcheng standing in front of her.

"Zhang Yuan, I want to report your words to Yan Zhenbang!" Ning Qingcheng suddenly stepped forward and approached Zhang Yuan fiercely, and the radian of her red lips deepened.

"Ning Qingcheng, but you challenge me first, Zhenbang him... Naturally, you will know which of us is right or wrong. After all, there are still servants to testify." Zhang Yuan couldn't help but step back. She looked at Ning Qingcheng coldly with a beautiful face.

"Really? Zhang Yuan, I still need to remind you of your current situation? Yan Zhenbang is not here now! How could he believe the words of some servants?"