Does Yang Jingxing have obsessive-compulsive disorder? He is holding the girl in his arms, and the girl is also holding him. He still wants to ask: "Is it my girlfriend that I am holding?"

He Peiyuan tilted her head away from Yang Jingxing's shoulder. Not only did she not look at the rogue, her voice was so subtle that she didn't want the rogue to hear her: "It's not..."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "What is this? Exam hug?"

He Peiyuan thought about it for a while: "I'm nervous, so I can just find someone to hug me."

Yang Jingxing was startled and used force on his hands: "Hurry up and hug me hard. Don't be nervous when you go in."

He Peiyuan hit the rogue's lower back with her right hand...

In order to help the girl relieve her tension or to encourage her, Yang Jingxing took He Peiyuan to the parking lot. There were various vehicles in the large parking lot, but He Peiyuan often shook her head and rejected the entire row at a glance.

The two of them were holding hands as if they were going to the market. Yang Jingxing suggested that the girl look at a red Mercedes-Benz, which looked more fashionable and prettier than Qi Qingnuo's car, and it was also cheaper. He Peiyuan didn't think much of it, because it didn't matter if it was surpassed, and it wasn't expensive either.

It suits her dad. What her dad likes is the kind of royal and majestic sounds of nature. He has talked about it several times at home.

What Yang Jingxing meant was: "Help me see what my girlfriend likes. No matter what your dad does, let him buy it himself."

He Peiyuan looked at the man holding her hand and told with a little sympathy: "You don't have a girlfriend."

"Sooner or later it will happen." Yang Jingxing was optimistic: "I will buy it first and then give it to her."

He Peiyuan shook her held arm, with a responsible agent's expression on her face: "She doesn't want it."

Yang Jingxing was funny: "How do you know she doesn't want it?"

He Peiyuan stared at her opponent and thought seriously: "...I just don't want it."

Yang Jingxing adjusted his strategy: "Be serious... tell me, do you have the possibility of becoming my girlfriend? Yes or no, don't say high or low."

He Peiyuan did not simply answer: "A little bit." The situation is still relatively optimistic and happy.

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay, I'll drive the car right away. I can't let my girlfriend drive this kind of car. I, Yang Jingxing 402, am also a celebrity, so I can't let people behind my back poke my spine, right?"

It's better to poke. He Peiyuan laughed happily when she heard this: "Then I, not me, your girlfriend, she has no money, how can she drive a good car? Don't others talk about her? Don't poke her spine?"

Yang Jingxing was angry: "Is my spine more important or yours?"

He Peiyuan is not much shorter than the gangster. She doesn’t have to look up too much, and her aura still prevails: “What do you think!?”

Yang Jingxing thought about it: "...Okay, I'll let you do it this time, but you'll let me do it next time."

Don't underestimate He Peiyuan. Although her face was bright and clear, she still didn't let down her guard: "...there won't be a next time."

Yang Jingxing hummed: "Then don't blame me for being rude, I'll go see the car in the afternoon..."

After the two quarreled for a while, they talked about the matter seriously. He Peiyuan's long-term plan was to accompany her father to buy a car of his choice after she got her driver's license. She didn't care at all. She would buy it if it was great.

A car worth about RMB 100,000 is just for transportation. The next step for the family is almost to buy a house. He Peiyuan estimates that the combined annual income of her parents is about 200,000, because they are both idle jobs and the factory's performance has not been good in the past two years.

Therefore, it is not easy to save up to 1.8 million, but He Peiyuan still has to work hard. If you don’t even own a house, how can you drive a fancy car worth hundreds of thousands?

There are many reasons. Another example is Wang Rui and Shao Fangjie, whose financial situation is much better than hers and she doesn’t drive a good car. He Peiyuan is also worried: "...They must know that you bought it for me."

Yang Jingxing asked: "What's wrong? Is my money dirty?"

He Peiyuan rolled her eyes: "You can have it as long as it's not dirty? And my mother probably won't agree, even if I agree to it."

Yang Jingxing sighed bitterly: "You can't get along with me no matter what!?"

He Peiyuan was happy: "You understand, right? Hurry up and get out of trouble."

Yang Jingxing was funny: "Do you think I care about other people's opinions? I just want to."

He Peiyuan asked: "My mother, you don't care either?"

Yang Jingxing didn't dare: "Look for an opportunity to ask your mother to be accommodating. This is not a matter of face, but a matter of safety..."

He Peiyuan is also willing to listen to Yang Jingxing's car knowledge, and reluctantly agrees that spending tens of thousands more to buy an extra safety feature is a good deal even if it only needs to be used once. So, are there any cars that are cheap, safe, and not ostentatious? Follow that.

With this idea in mind, the two of them continued to visit the parking lot. It turned out that He Peiyuan didn't really care about transportation tools, at least the appearance was quite important.

After ten o'clock, Wang Rui called He Peiyuan. It seemed that she expressed concern and encouragement, and seemed to be imparting experience. He Peiyuan did not allow Yang Jingxing to hold her hand again and spoke seriously on the phone: "...you guys just pray.

Please do...but you please invite me...I'll get up at five o'clock, sister, tomorrow...it's okay, come here a little closer than me, this coach is really good...no, it's the same for everyone

... Ruirui must have experience, you ask her... you are not a beauty... my three-year-old child doesn't know the road..."

The girl didn't even look at him, and Yang Jingxing couldn't bear the loneliness: "Don't buy Korean cars, don't go the same way as Ruirui."

He Peiyuan was not affected at all: "...It's nothing...ignore him...no...I'll call you after the exam, have the money ready...bye."

After hanging up the phone pleasantly, her eyes were fixed on Yang Jingxing's eyes again, and He Peiyuan's expression changed: "Who asked you to speak?"

Yang Jingxing was at a loss: "I can't even say anything?"

"I can't." He Peiyuan was stingy and went out of her way: "...I want to use my own mobile phone and make calls myself."

Yang Jingxing fought with He Peiyuan...

Not long after the two men resumed communication, He Peiyuan's phone rang again. She could hear the ringtone: "My mother..." She no longer struggled and could answer the call with one hand.

Yang Jingxing used his free hand to cover his mouth.

He Peiyuan's face looked much better: "Mom...here, she arrived early...it's okay, just hang out...I know, I've said it many times...Yang Jingxing..."

Yang Jingxing couldn't help it anymore: "Hello, aunt."

He Peiyuan frowned and squinted at the rogue: "...I haven't gone far, I'm right here...Of course I'll eat...Well, I'll be there in a while...Okay...I'm done."

Yang Jingxing was still worried: "Your mother ignored me?"

He Peiyuan had a serious expression, as if she was squeezing Yang Jingxing hard with her hands, and warned: "You and my mother must be more serious... I heard what you said."

"Say hello..." Yang Jingxing felt aggrieved and worried: "I haven't made any mistakes in front of your mother before, right?"

"How do I know?" He Peiyuan didn't seem to notice. She looked at Yang Jingxing and became wary again: "Why do you always pretend to please my parents?"

"Don't you think it's just a part of falling in love?" Yang Jingxing was looking forward to it: "And it's an important part. To put it bluntly, where would you be without your parents? Family, friendship, and love are only complete and healthy when they involve each other."

He Peiyuan seemed to agree a little bit: "Then there's no need to be so anxious."

Yang Jingxing's reason was: "Although I just kissed you yesterday, it's not the first day I've met you, nor the first day I've liked you, so it's not a rush."

He Peiyuan looked at Yang Jingxing seriously for a while, and finally thought: "Of course it's not the first day, because you haven't liked me yet." Her words were really sorry for her expression.

Time flies so fast, and He Peiyuan is about to prepare to enter the examination room. Looking at those people walking out of the examination room after the examination, some are happy and some are sad.

He Peiyuan recalled the detailed process again, and asked Yang Jingxing, an opportunistic person, to help check it. Yang Jingxing was also a blind cat who encountered a dead rat: "...turn signal."

He Peiyuan jumped a little to blame herself: "Yes, yes, yes, the turn signal, the turn signal..."

It was time to part ways for a while, and this parting might last for two hours. He Peiyuan entrusted her bag to Yang Jingxing: "You can read some books."

Yang Jingxing picked up the bag and hugged the girl: "Come on."

He Peiyuan was not in the mood to resist at this time, so she hummed.

What a good sign. Yang Jingxing kissed the girl's forehead again: "Don't be nervous. Leave your nervousness to me."

He Peiyuan was unhappy and rolled her eyes: "Let's go!"

Yang Jingxing was disgusted: "Bye bye, girlfriend."

He Peiyuan was obviously disgusted and ran away.

After Yang Jingxing found a place and made phone calls for more than half an hour, he went back to wait outside the examination room. If He Peiyuan was lucky enough, it would be time to get on the bus and take the examination.

The luckiest one was He Peiyuan's classmate. The male student, who was estimated to be less than 20 years old, came out after 11:30. It was obvious that everything was going well, so Yang Jingxing went to talk to him: "Brother, how did you do in the exam?"

"Passed it." The young man shook his hair slightly: "Passed it."

Yang Jingxing praised: "Okay... How long will it take for my girlfriend to take a look? Can you help me check it out?"

"It's not the same car as me. When I entered, she thought there were four or five people in front of her. It was fast!" The young man was very enthusiastic: "What do you do?"

Idle time was idle, Yang Jingxing kept talking to this person for a long time, almost destroying He Peiyuan's aloof image in the driving school.

At a quarter past twelve, the girl who had impressed Yang Jingxing came out of the examination room. Her steps were shuffling, her eyes were downcast, her mouth was slightly pursed, and she didn't say a word as if she didn't want to see the rogue who came up to her.

Yang Jingxing asked: "Didn't you pass?"

He Peiyuan shook her head and pouted even more.

Yang Jingxing felt: "You don't have to make me happy. You can go on a date anywhere, you don't have to come here. I know you've passed it, and I can bear it."

"Only ghosts can make you happy!" He Peiyuan's face was deliberately ferocious: "...Who did you listen to?" I asked around, but there was no one.

Yang Jingxing was amused: "You still want to lie to me, you can tell at a glance."

He Peiyuan was angry, and it seemed that she was reluctant to use bastard fists to attack the scoundrels.

Yang Jingxing hugged the girl: "Do you admit that I like you?"

He Peiyuan looked into Yang Jingxing's eyes for a while, then turned her head outwards firmly: "I don't admit it, I didn't pretend, otherwise you wouldn't be able to tell."

Yang Jingxing asked again: "Do you want a passing kiss?"

He Peiyuan couldn't suppress the rising corners of her mouth: "...No!"

Yang Jingxing was still obedient and just held He Peiyuan's hand: "Have you told your family?"

He Peiyuan's cell phone hadn't been turned on yet, but she was still very eager to report the good news. She called her mother first. She felt that the whole family was very happy about this.
To be continued...