After being forced to be a puppy led by sister Xiao Qin for a while, Ziyi was eager to regain her sister's status as a puppy when she got on the level 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 graceful, the corners of her dark red lips curled up, "good sister, admit defeat."
"I give up," Qin Yuhuan raised her hands decisively. "Sister, have you ever heard of this?"
Posture:?
Qin Yuhuan's eyes sparkled with a smile, "Only a stubborn puppy would never admit defeat."
Posture:? ?
She laughed, "Who is it that never admits defeat, sister? You admit defeat with your mouth, but your heart and your brain are still resisting stubbornly. You are very stubborn."
Qin Yuhuan snorted lightly and didn't bother with Ziyi.
Arriving at the temporary parking lot, she took a quick look and walked towards the Maserati with precision.
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've done research on luxury cars."
Ever since he discovered that Ziyi liked cars, Qin Yuhuan would browse car forums when he had nothing to do, only looking at expensive cars. Now he can know 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 she took out a small tin can. "Here, this is a reward for studying hard. Call me sister, and I'll give it to little Qin Yuhuan."
Qin Yuhuan said without hesitation: "Sister, I want a reward."
Ziyi: ...
"You really are sliding on your knees."
Having said that, he finally handed the tin can to Qin Yuhuan.
The tin can 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 it to me 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 would often meet 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 she'll be like in the future." Yang Zhen threw away his cigarette butt and looked at the high-definition photos he had taken with his camera. "Professor Dong still has a certain status in the industry. She was a bit of a star back then, and maybe she will be in the future. That's all in the entertainment industry, Xuan. You've just started, so you'll know."
“But this photo doesn’t show a male celebrity having a night out with his sponsor…” the young man muttered.
"What do you know? Photos can be edited. If there's a sense of invisibility, you know? The people around them can be directly edited out, like female celebrities and 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, Xiaozi, I'll go up first."
Posture:? ?
"Why don't you invite me upstairs to sit for a while?" Didn't you always invite me before?
It doesn't make sense.
Qin Yuhuan was helpless. "Because I packed up some of my things at home, the house is a mess now, Xiaozi."
"Oh," Ziyi parked the car quickly. Because she was driving, she changed into a pair of flat shoes that were left 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 clean up."
Qin Yuhuan:...?
"What's with that expression on your face? Are you discriminating against me?" Ziyi asked incredulously, "Are you questioning my ability to store things?"
Qin Yuhuan sighed, "Okay, thank you for troubling me, 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 and let her pass. She moved a small storage stool and sat on it, folding 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 a 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 just enough to get started. "Your clothes cover a wide range of styles."
"Some of them were not bought by me. The ones we are packing up now were bought by my mother. Every time I went home before, she would buy me lots of clothes."
Qin Yuhuan's expression remained unchanged, and she continued to put the clothes into the plastic storage box.
"This sweater was knitted by my mother. She is very good at knitting. 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 to show Ziyi.
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 a variety of complex patterns, including knitted hollow tank tops. The variety of styles is shocking to Ziyi.
"Yeah, so, she is very nice sometimes." Qin Yuhuan sighed.
If her mother had been a little meaner, a little worse, she might not have felt so heartbroken every time she thought of her mother. But she wasn't like that. She was neither good enough nor bad enough, and the person she was torn between 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 only know how to knit scarves. That's all I've learned. I haven't knitted in years, and 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 what Qin Yuhuan meant. 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 were repeated 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 turned her head back, only to hear Qin Yuhuan speak in a particularly serious tone: "Teacher Dong said you can't play a pitiful character. She might have been wrong."
She bit her lower lip with a carefree look, her deep eyes sparkling like the surface of a lake under the moonlight. She looked so pitiful that no one could call her Sister Qin, but she would always retreat.
Ziyi smiled and said, "Then I'll go for further training and try to be more pitiful?"
Qin Yuhuan: ...
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