She plays A, she plays O

Ning Xue got up at the beginning, and walked to the window wearing soft slippers.

She stretched out her hand to open a gap in the curtain, and was stunned when she looked at it.

The whiteness of the ground outside the house has disappeared, revealing the original dark green lawn.

The snow last night seemed to have never existed.

Ning Xuechu stepped on her heels hard, and the slight wetness from the slippers told her that the snow was not a dream.

She turned her head and looked towards the corner of the wall, where a servant was pushing a small cart with a shovel in his hand.

A bit of white in the corner was scooped up by a shovel and poured into the cart.

Ning Xuechu raised her eyebrows, and instantly understood everything.

It turned out that it was the servants of the Ning family who cleared away all the snow early in the morning.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Xuechu hurried out of the door wearing the thin clothes on her body.

"Miss Ning, what's the matter?" the servant who shoveled the snow stopped and asked with a puzzled expression.

A few days ago, Miss An brought back a thin and frail girl, and said that she would live here in the future, and asked them to call her 'Miss Ning', without saying anything else.

Everyone was curious about the girl's identity, and they all speculated and discussed in private, but they discussed it many times and could not come up with a reliable answer.

Even so, no one dared to ask Miss An.

"Why do you have to clean up such beautiful snow? Wouldn't it be nice to keep them?" Ning Xuechu tilted her head, with an innocent look on her immature face.

After saying this, she bit her lip and lowered her head, looking at the dirty snow in the car, with a faint light in her eyes, full of regret and reluctance.

Seeing this, the servant couldn't help sighing at her kindness and simplicity, and comforted her softly, "Miss Ning, it's hard to walk after the snow has melted. If you like to see snow, you can go to the refrigerator, there is a little snowman there."

When Ning Xuechu heard the words, her heart was shocked, and she immediately thought of the little snowman she made for An Jianqing last night.

She thought that after one night, the little snowman would have melted long ago, but she didn't expect An Jianqing to store it in the refrigerator.

Her heart was given enough attention.

For a moment, Ning Xuechu's mood was complicated, and there was a tinge of joy in addition to being surprised.

She smiled sweetly, turned and walked into the house.

When I opened the refrigerator, I saw the snowman.

An Jianqing packed it in a small transparent box and preserved the snowman intact.

Ning Xuechu watched quietly, her black eyes rippled a little.

She pursed her lips, turned off the refrigerator forcefully, and got the image of the snowman out of her mind.

"Miss Ning, come and have breakfast." Aunt Lian greeted from behind.

Ning Xuechu turned around, glanced at the dining table, and then at the clock on the wall.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and the man who was supposed to be sitting at the desk didn't show up.

"Aunt Lian, where's Sister An?" Ning Xuechu blinked her eyes, her voice was restrained.

"Miss An is still in the room. She asked you to have breakfast first." Aunt Lian said with a smile, and stretched out her hand as a 'please' gesture.

Ning Xuechu looked upstairs suspiciously, and asked with wide eyes, "Sister An, is she okay?"

As she spoke, her eyes were full of concern and worry, her mind was not on breakfast at all, and she had no intention of going over at all.

"Miss Ning, don't worry, Miss An doesn't go out for one or two days every month, she just stays in her room." Aunt Lian explained.

"Not going out for a day or two?" Ning Xuechu lowered her eyes and repeated in her heart.

Seeing that she was still worried, Aunt Lian continued to comfort her with a smile, "Miss Ning, let's have breakfast first."

Hearing the meaning of the words, Ning Xuechu nodded obediently, and sat down to have breakfast.

As soon as she sat down, a scent of roses came from the tip of her nose.

Sniff carefully, which is also mixed with the smell of red wine.

Two different smells are intertwined, like roses soaked in red wine, a little pungent.

Aunt Lian obviously also smelled this smell, and she walked out with her usual expression.

After a while, Aunt Lian came back, followed by three men, each wearing the same uniform with the name of the flower shop written on it.

"Just put it here." Aunt Lian said.

Ning Xuechu stopped eating, stood up, and looked over curiously.

Three flower shop employees kept coming in and out, and soon the room was filled with the aroma of roses.

The bright red color stimulated people's eyes, and Ning Xuechu felt a little dazed after watching it for a long time.

She left her seat, walked to Aunt Lian, blinked and asked, "Aunt Lian, why did my family suddenly buy so many roses? It also smells like red wine."

"This is Miss An's order. I will buy a batch of roses every month, and I will have someone deliver them to Miss An's room later." Aunt Lian said.

Ning Xuechu couldn't help but looked upstairs.

An Jianqing's door was closed tightly, but she was sure that the people inside must have heard such a loud commotion downstairs.

"Why does Sister An buy so many roses every month?" Ning Xuechu asked curiously.

"This is what Ms. An meant, and we don't know." Aunt Lian said.

The implication is to tell her not to inquire.

Ning Xuechu smiled obediently, and went to school after eating.

After two days, the closed door finally opened.

Ning Xuechu was holding a steaming meal, standing at the door, looking at the people inside, showing a sweet smile, "Sister, are you okay? I've been really worried about you for the past two days."

"Thank you, I'm fine." An Jianqing smiled softly, her fair face was slightly pale, as if she had just recovered from an illness.

Ning Xuechu stared at it for a while, but found no problems.

She lowered her eyes and looked into the room.

What catches the eye is the room full of roses, with a strong aroma of red wine.

"Ah Choo..." Ning Xuechu couldn't help but sneezed, and when she looked up, there were tears in her bright black eyes.

An Jianqing saw doubt and curiosity in those eyes, but she didn't point it out, she just smiled and said, "Let me do it."

As she spoke, she reached out to take the plate.

Ning Xuechu hid to the side, shook her head and said, "Sister, I think you still feel a little unwell, I'll take it in."

After saying this, she carried the dinner plate into the room.

The rich rose fragrance hits the nostrils, which is also mixed with a faint taste.

That scent was so weak that one couldn't help but suspect that the sense of smell had gone wrong.

Ning Xuechu put the dinner plate on the table, and when she stood up, she noticed a photo on the bedside table.

The photos are preserved in exquisite photo frames, as if they are brand new, which is enough to show how much they are valued.

In the photo, there are two beautiful women with bright smiles, about their age.

The two stood side by side, very close, even a little intimate.

The person on the left is An Jianqing. Compared with the current elites, she was calmer. At that time, her face was more youthful and pure. There was joy that could not be concealed in her shy smile.

The person on the right has raised eye ends, and his exquisite face is more mature than his peers.

She put her hand on An Jianqing's shoulder, leaning over as if whispering.

The smile on An Jianqing's face was probably teased by this man.

Ning Xuechu frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, as if being blocked by a stone.

She was about to pick up the photo when a tender white hand suddenly reached out and picked it up before her.

"Xuechu, the smell in the room is pungent, you go out first." An Jianqing hugged the album in her arms with a gentle smile.

Ning Xuechu keenly noticed a trace of tension under this calmness.

The person in the photo must be very important to An Jianqing.

"Okay, sister, you have to remember to eat and take care of your body." Ning Xuechu suppressed the inexplicable anger welling up in her heart, and smiled obediently and left.

The moment she closed the door, she saw An Jianqing carefully put it in the album, like a fragile baby.

Ning Xuechu's heart suddenly became more panicked.

She always thought that she was special to An Jianqing, but now there was a more important person who took her place in An Jianqing's heart.

She was really uncomfortable and dissatisfied, as if someone had taken away something important.

Ning Xuechu gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, trying to dispel the depression in her heart.

But as if his mind had its own consciousness, it kept replaying the scene of An Jianqing hugging the photo album.

Looking back now, she could even clearly remember that An Jianqing clasped her fingers tightly to the edge of the album, and when she put it down, she unconsciously raised a smile on her lips.

That smile faded away from the illusion of gentleness, and it really came from the bottom of my heart.

Beautiful and happy is the smile that never bloomed when facing her.

Ning Xuechu became angrier as she thought about it, she opened the window and tried to blow in the cold wind to calm herself down.

A soft and smiling female voice came from the window next door, "Don't be so troublesome, it's just a birthday, I'm glad you can come."

I don't know what was said on the phone, An Jianqing's laughter became clearer and clearer, and she looked extremely happy.

Ning Xuechu listened quietly, recalling the information about An Jianqing that she had found.

Three days later it was Saturday, which happened to be An Jianqing's birthday.

She has full time for this birthday party.

There was a smile on Ning Xuechu's lips, and she turned and went out when the call next door was over.

"Sister, I remember that it will be your birthday soon. I will prepare a special gift for my sister when the time comes. I hope my sister will not dislike you." Ning Xuechu said with a smile, her face was full of fear of being rejected.

Hearing this, An Jianqing was slightly stunned, hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you Xuechu, I am looking forward to your gift."

"Then we've made an agreement, and I'll sing birthday song to my sister then." Ning Xuechu smiled happily, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"Okay." An Jianqing smiled dotingly, "I'll introduce a friend to you then."

"Who is it?" Ning Xuechu was suffocated, subconsciously thinking of the woman in the photo.

"Qiu Mengxi." An Jianqing said softly, with a happy smile on her face, her fair skin slightly flushed.

Ning Xuechu clearly saw this expression.

She didn't know Qiu Mengxi, but she had heard these three words.

This name often appears on the lace news of entertainment tabloids.

The eldest lady of the Qiu family has never been short of beauties, nor has she ever been cut off from beauties. She and An Jianqing are people from two worlds.

How could these two be good friends?