MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 65 Photo frame

With a click, the eggs became golden in the pan.

"How many eggs do you want to eat?" Ning Ning stood in front of the pot wearing an old apron.

"Just one." Pei Xuan's voice came from the living room.

Ning Ning fried two poached eggs, packed them in a white porcelain plate, and turned out of the kitchen. At the moment when she was about to go out, she turned and glanced at the picture frame hanging on the wall.

In the frame is a picture of Yan Qing, wearing the same apron as her, holding the same white porcelain plate as her, and the plate is actually filled with poached eggs-it is no surprise that Pei Xuan likes to eat this.

Ningning stared at Yan Qing in the photo frame for a while, then turned away.

The sun shines through the window into the living room. On the long table in the living room is a red and white checkered tablecloth with two cups of soy milk and a plate of fritters.

Pei Xuan sat behind the desk and read the newspaper. He heard Ning Ning's footsteps. He looked up from behind the newspaper and said with a smile, "Come, let me give you a good morning kiss."

Ning Ning leaned over, his kiss was on her face, cold and cold, without temperature, like a snake licked.

The corner of his eyes glanced behind him, and a picture frame hung on the wall next to the dining table. Yan Qing's picture was still in the picture frame. She leaned down, her cheeks turned to the side, as if waiting for someone's kiss, and she seemed to have just Someone kissed, then his cheeks became dizzy, the corners of his lips smiled, and the aftertaste was endless.

Just like Ning Ning now.

"Okay, let's eat." Pei Xuan rubbed her cheek with her nose, "We will discuss the house as we eat."

Then they had breakfast together in front of Yan Qing's photo frame.

"The piano room can actually be removed. Make you a baking room or a study room?" Pei Xuan took a bite of poached eggs.

"No need," Ningning said, "Anyway, we will go abroad. At that time, the house must be sold. At this time, the house is still being renovated. Isn't it a waste of money?"

"No waste." Pei Xuan said with a smile. "As long as you like it, it's not a waste of money."

This kind of overbearing president's remarks can please women no matter ten years ago or ten years later, but Ningning wants to know another thing.

"Speaking," she asked, seemingly inadvertently, "what exactly do you do?"

Poor Yan Qing, poor Yun Lin, and poor Li Pingping, three women fell in love with the same man, one who loved him sweetly, one who loved him with a watch, and one who just loved his watch and car, but three Individuals don't know who they fall in love with, and they don't even know what he does.

"I work for a securities company overseas. This time I'm here on vacation." Pei Xuan smiled. "Why? At this time, did you remember to ask me this?"

At this time, the news of their engagement has spread. Some people congratulate others, some jeer, some envy some people, and jealous. Ning Ning will not call her name anymore, and call her "pick-up man", even if he is a coward There are also a lot of people who are willing to marry.

"Come on, give you a little peace of mind." Pei Xuan put down her chopsticks, got up and walked to Ning Ning, and took her shoulders upstairs.

They came to the piano room, and the piano without the owner was quietly placed inside, covered with a layer of lonely gray. Pei Xuan turned out a few documents from the shelf in the piano room and gave them to Ningning: "Look, here are my company's documents and my visa."

He stuffed a bunch of documents to Ning Ning, all in English. At first glance, he was confused, but how could Yun Lin who did not understand English understand? Ning Ning was able to read a few words, but it was limited to common words. She could not understand some professional terms, and could not distinguish the authenticity of these documents.

"Know that I can't understand it, show it to me." Ning Ning threw the documents in his hand back to him, looking angrily, but smiling.

"Okay, okay, I'll read it back to you one by one, okay?" Pei Xuan held her shoulder.

"Why not read now?" Ningning asked.

"It's okay to read now." Pei Xuan turned to look at the piano beside him. "It's better for me to recite. You can give me some music."

For acting needs, Ningning did learn piano for a while, but did Yun Lin learn it? During the stable period, Ning Ning sat in front of the piano, extended a finger, and came to Mifasso to press the past, accompanied by the sound of the piano keys, Pei Xuan lowered his head and read the documents in his hand: "... the securities company was established in 1988 , Headquartered in London, the world financial center ... "

Come to Mifasso, come to Mifasso ... Ning Ning raised his head while pressing the keys, and a picture frame hung on the opposite wall. Yan Qing in the frame sat in front of the black piano and pressed The keyboard, looking up as she looked up.

Ning Ning couldn't help but stagger.

... Speaking of which, when she came here last time, was there so many frames in the room?

If you think about it, it doesn't seem to be the case.

At first it was clear that there were only large and small frames hanging on the walls of the corridor. Now what? After she promised Pei Xuan's proposal, more and more frames in the room spread from the entrance to the corridor, from the corridor to the living room, from the living room all the way up the stairs, and spread towards the house in all directions.

By now, she is the entire house.

Whether you open your eyes and close your eyes, raise your head and lower your head, you will always see Yan Qing.

"How did it stop?" Pei Xuan's voice suddenly sounded in Ningning's ear.

She looked back and found that she only looked at the picture frames on the wall and forgot to play the piano.

"What's going on with these photos?" She didn't hide her doubts, because it must be Yun Lin's doubts, pointing at the frame opposite with a hint of jealousy, she asked, "How do I think these things have become more recently ? "

Pei Xuan looked in the direction she was pointing, with a smile.

Ding Dong--

The doorbell rang suddenly.

"Wait a moment." Pei Xuan pressed Ning Ning's shoulder to keep her here to wait for him, but she went downstairs, and after a while, came in with a huge photo frame.

"Look what gifts I have prepared for you." He smiled and showed her the photo frame in his hand.

Ning Ning looked at the person in the frame and frowned. "When did you take it?"

It's not anyone else in the frame, it's Ning Ning himself, wearing an old-fashioned black skirt, standing sideways by the black piano, and a white arm resting on the piano, with a sharp contrast between black and white.

Pei Xuan held the photo frame and walked to the wall. She reached out and took Yan Qingxiang off the wall. Then she changed her photo frame. Then she took a few steps back, looked her head tilted, and asked, "Feel crooked?"

"... It's a bit." Ningning replied.

Pei Xuan immediately walked over and raised her hand to debug: "Is it right now?"

"A little to the left ... a little to the right, stop." Ning Ning directed him behind. "Now is fine."

Pei Xuan then clapped her hands, stepped back, and embraced her shoulders to admire her masterpiece together.

Ning Ning looked at the opposite photo frame with complex eyes. The new man hung on the wall, the old man leaned against the corner. They were framed in the same size photo frame, took a picture next to the same piano, and they were the same person ... ... is their husband, Pei Xuan.

"Come." Pei Xuan patted her on the back, "to surprise you."

The two of them walked out of the piano room and walked along the stairs for a while. Ning Ning stopped and leaned on the escalator. He looked at the things in the living room from top to bottom and couldn't help hissing.

The ground is large and small, all of them are framed, and there are no exceptions in the frame. They are all pictures of Ning Ning, taken in the kitchen, in the living room, in the hallway, and in the bedroom ... This is only part of the picture. The door is open, and the delivery man keeps coming in and out, sending in more frames.

The living room, which was originally empty, was suddenly filled with picture frames.

"Do you like it?" Pei Xuan surrounded Ning Ning from behind and laughed in her ear. "... There will be no Yan Qing here, only you."

Ning Ning looked back at him abruptly, and then looked up along his shoulder, looking at the huge picture frame hanging behind him, the first picture, the small curly hair in a floral skirt ... Is it an illusion? She also felt that the people in the photo were looking at her, looking at her with a painful, sad look.

Suffering and sad eyes suddenly disappeared, because Pei Xuan walked over and took off the photo frame.

"Come." He held the photo frame, his chin was raised toward the living room, "Go find a picture you like."

After a busy afternoon, the two finally replaced all the frames of Yan Qing.

Standing in the middle of the living room, looking around, large and small, the front side is densely full of Ningning himself, is this really romantic? Ningning didn't know what Yan Qing thought, but she just felt creepy.

"It's not early, I'm going back." Ning Ning resisted the desire to rub off the goosebumps and said to Pei Xuan, "You're tired today, don't send me, I'll go back by car."

Pei Xuan did look a little tired, so she nodded and sat down on the sofa, "Be careful on the road."

Ning Ningen said quickly and left quickly. She walked all the way from the living room to the porch. Every photo frame around her was watching her, making her unable to help speeding up her pace until she rushed out of the door and was relieved.

Slowly look back and look at the closed lintel behind.

In the moonlight, the shadows of the branches of the branches and teeth danced on the door.

"... what the **** are you thinking?" Ningning murmured. "What the **** do you want?"

One's actions are driven by his desires.

Yun Lin's desire drove her to frame her friends, Li Pingping's desire drove her to continuously pursue Pei Xuan. What about Pei Xuan? What is the reason why he and Yun Lin became accomplices? What is the reason for his proposal to Yunlin? What is the reason why he still lives in this weird house full of frames?

A dimly-lit room separated by a door.

Pei Xuan slowly got up from the sofa, step by step, went up the stairs, entered the bedroom, and looked at the picture frame hanging on the bedroom wall.

This is probably the last frame of Yan Qing in the room.

In the photo frame, she was wearing a white wedding dress, holding a bouquet of dew lily in her hands, and looked at Pei Xuan with a smile, but tears were rolling in her eyes.

... not illusion, but real tears ...

Pei Xuan smiled with satisfaction.